Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT 🩶 (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #drag #maddymorphosis #ajathekween #dragrace #rupaulsdragrace
Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT 💅 (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #dragrace #maddymorphosis #rupaulsdragrace #ajadragqueen
Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌
When I tell you a mfckn time was had last night… I love you ballroom 💛💛💛💛 WHATS HER NAME?? SAY HER NAME!! 😂👏🏽 I love you @jusss_precious and @yagurrl_maya 🥰
🎥: @floweranya_
Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT ⭐️ (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #maddymorphosis #dragrace #rupaulsdragrace #ajadragqueen
It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛
👗 @blackandwhitestriped
I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛
😘💋👋🏽
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
2023 dump
Reflecting on the labyrinth that was 2023, it was a year teeming with a symphony of highs and lows. The depths plunged me into the shadowy embrace of depression and relentless anxiety, a tempest that raged with an unprecedented intensity, especially through the summer’s scorching days. Health anxiety soared, a relentless pulse against the canvas of my days.
As someone navigating the journey with diagnosed bipolar disorder, the pendulum of extremes swung wider than ever before. Public scrutiny weighed heavily on my shoulders, each opinion shared met with a cascade of backlash, a familiar refrain in a world sometimes unwilling to embrace divergence. The relentless whisper of gender dysphoria plagued my steps, clouding the mirror of self-perception, obscuring the truth that I was indeed navigating life’s tapestry with resilience.
Amidst this maelstrom, moments of light shimmered through the veil of darkness. I rekindled my connection with the Orisha tradition, offering solace and support to my godchildren. Victory danced in my steps, gracing me with triumph at every ball I graced, culminating in my debut at the illustrious House of Miyake Mugler.
Love found its way into my home as my boyfriend and I began our shared journey, warmly embraced by his family’s open arms. I stood unwaveringly in defense of ballroom’s essence, applauded by my community for upholding its integrity on a public platform. The embrace of a day job marked a milestone, a testament to life’s evolving chapters. Domesticity whispered its allure, granting me the serenity I’ve always craved.
2023 revealed an essential truth: my mortality may tether me, but it does not define my limits. It taught me the resilience inherent in my spirit, navigating storms, weathering false accusations, and emerging unbroken. As I welcome the dawn of 2024, I carry with me the unyielding resolve to ascend above discord and needless conflict, a testament to my unstoppable nature.
Here’s to 2024 🫶🏽💛
Is my motherfucking birthday! 🥳 Cheers to 30 years! 🎉✨ It’s my birthday and hitting this milestone feels surreal. Despite the challenges and tough times, I’m here, embracing a new chapter filled with light, positivity, and growth. As I turn a new leaf, I’m dedicated to nurturing positivity and prosperity in my life. Acknowledging imperfections and aiming for personal growth is my path forward. I’m incredibly proud of not giving up, despite those tough moments. Your love and support mean the world. If you’d like to celebrate with me and offer a birthday token, you can tip me at the following locations:
Venmo: @ajanyc
PayPal/zelle: [email protected]
Cash app: $ajaibukole
Thank you all for everything! 💛🌟
Finally got to see my other hubby 💚🫶🏽 @secrets2fashion
It’s been 2 years and toooo long 🥹🥰
Finally got to see my other hubby 💚🫶🏽 @secrets2fashion
It’s been 2 years and toooo long 🥹🥰
Ballroom Categories 101 for those interested 💛💋
I’m back on Cameo! https://v.cameo.com/e/LFCcM0ecAGb
