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Aja Instagram - Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Aja Instagram - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - 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_
Aja Instagram - Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT ⭐️ (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #maddymorphosis #dragrace #rupaulsdragrace #ajadragqueen
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - Here’s a peep into the studio adventure with @luxxnoirlondon earlier this week! 🎶✨ It’s always a joy to witness Drag Race sister like her embracing ballroom culture and tastefully incorporating it into her performances. I’ve often pondered reaching out to her for a little vogue session, to share the essence and history of ballroom, and delve into the art of performance. Luxx’s enthusiasm and openness to learning truly warmed my heart! 💖 From cunty breakdowns to combos, we delved deep into the five elements of vogue, and by the end of our two-hour session, her confidence in her vogue soared to new heights. 🌟 I couldn’t be prouder of her growth and willingness to learn more. In a community where some may shy away from discussing their involvement with ballroom, Luxx’s humble and open approach was truly refreshing. 🌹✨ Here’s a glimpse into our empowering session together, filled with laughter, learning, and honestly a whole ki! Can’t wait to see where her journey takes her next.
Aja Instagram - 🌟 Embracing the beauty of collaboration and respect, I want to express my gratitude to @denalifoxx for her incredible journey alongside me in the studio, exploring the nuances of Vogue with passion and dedication. Amidst discussions about Drag Race and Voguing, our focus remains on those who welcome growth and enlightenment rather than focusing on critique.🎨💫 From her memorable lip sync to her commitment to self-improvement through classes, Denali’s evolution is truly inspiring. 💖 A heartwarming moment at the ice-skating rink revealed her nurturing spirit as she shared moments with children and parents, earning admiration from all. 🌈✨ It’s a joy to witness the power of understanding and cooperation. Denali’s embrace of ballroom culture is authentic and deep-rooted, evident in her support for local talent and pursuit of integrity. Let’s celebrate @denalifoxx’s reverence for ballroom and her unwavering dedication as she shines brightly on her path of passion and respect. 💛👏🏽
Aja Instagram - Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘
Aja Instagram - It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped
Aja Instagram - ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas
Aja Instagram - I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰
Aja Instagram - Well, yes 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)
Aja Instagram - ELPHABAS LSS 💚💚💚 🎶 WHEN I MEET THE WIZARDDDD🎶
Aja Instagram - I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - Back to the basics we go 👏🏽
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛
Aja Instagram - I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would
Aja Instagram - I NOW INTRODUCE TO YOU… AJA MIYAKE MUGLER!!! 〽️〽️ GP $2000 FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY The Legendary House of Xclusive Lanvin Presents: X…..The Story 👗 by @bunnism
Aja Instagram - To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛
Aja Instagram - ✨ Time to spill the tea! ☕️ Been on a mission lately, educating the fabulous Drag community about the dazzling world of ballroom! 💃🏽💅🏼 Bringing Drag Race queens into the studio to school them on the elements and history of Vogue and ballroom. 🎶🔥 No negativity, just good vibes and cunty moves! Who do YOU want to see join the fun next? 💃🏽 Let’s keep this education party going! 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
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Aja Instagram - 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛
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Aja Instagram - Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺
Aja Instagram - Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - 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 🫶🏽💛
Aja Instagram - Another day, another runway 😮‍💨✈️🫦 👗: @awwalexpress1717
Aja Instagram - 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: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole Thank you all for everything! 💛🌟
Aja Instagram - Just a deleted scene from my episode of GTMS with @maddymorphosis 😭😭😭 this is bad my ADHD is
Aja Instagram - This is how I vogue after a weekend of being extorted and blackmailed 😂 🎥 @javierdumureversailles
Aja Instagram - Ballroom 2023 RECAP 🌚💛 🏆 Dorian Corey Awards Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 CAROLINAS 2023 🏆 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 BALLROOM THROWBACKS 2023 🏆✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 Latex Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY $700 💰 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ 007 OTY 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 @ THE WEST COAST AWARDS BALL 2023 💛 & SEMI FINAL BATTLE FOR 3k 🫠 🏆 $1200 💰 GP TEAM RUNWAY 🏆@ BACK TO THE BASICS PT2 💛 2023 ❕‼️DEBUTED MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️‼️❕ 🏆 $2000 💰GP FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY @ 🏆 THE LANVIN HOUSE BALL 2023 🏆 GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is...” 🪶 & 2nd to last battle for 11k 😳 battled against and sat legendary runway GP Jenovia Lanvin 🏆 GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY 🏆 $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 🏆GP TAG TEAM RUNWAY 🏆 €500 💶WITH RAJAH OWENS @ TAG TEAM AFTERMATH BALL in PARIS 🇫🇷 Thank you for everyone who has supported me on this journey! Here’s the closing my fourth year walking runway 💛 I am tapped out for the rest of this year! It’s giving blackout 😂 love you Ballroom!!!! as a whole you may be a pain in the ass but you consistently save mine and many peoples lives 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - Made my Paris Debut finally 💙🥶
Aja Instagram - ⚠️🚨 UK-EU! ⚠️🚨 The Brooklyn Dolls are coming in late 2025! 😱 Aja, Dahlia Sin & Kandy Muse are bringing their highly anticipated tour to a city near you! ❤️‍🔥 let your voices be heard in the comments and tell us what cities in the UK-EU you would love to see us in and we'll make it happen! ✈️🫶 @dfiuevents @ajathekween @dahlia_sin
Aja Instagram - Tell us we’re cute and we will post the video of todays practice 🫶🏽😭💛 @theolivialux xoxo the Miyake Mugler divas 💋
Aja Instagram - Pollinate me 🐝 🌸 👗@connormccalden
Aja Instagram - I was the only current non-legend who battled for the 11k last night 😭 I just realized 😳 I feel accomplished. May not have gotten the 11k girls BUT I truly got to dance with the best of the best! And for that - the Garçons owe me nothing! 💛
Aja Instagram - Labor Day OTA them frozen drinks = 😭 I regret nothing!!!! 😹 This is my third time posting LMAO the audio won’t sync the way that I want 🥲
Aja Instagram - I miss her 😭 I need to remake this look again The garment was made by the incomparable @florencedlee
Aja Instagram - I am beyond thrilled and immensely grateful for the overwhelming support I’ve received since sharing my goal of reclaiming my place as a drag superstar. This marks a new beginning, and I am ready to take on the world with fierce determination and unmatched passion. Are you ready to witness a fab show? Are you excited to experience electrifying performances that will leave you breathless? Then what are you waiting for? Get involved—reach out to your favorite clubs, promoters, bars, and event organizers. Tag them on the post. Spread the word far and wide, and let’s get your girl booked! Tell me where you want to see me perform, and my management team is poised to make it happen. Let’s turn this into reality together! 💛
Aja Instagram - Reflecting on tonight - Icon Queen MUVA Sinia Alaia & Ballroom Throwbacks Presents “Coldest Winter Ever 5” Whiteout”, where I walked Fem Queen runway amidst fab competition and electrifying energy, I’m reminded of the beauty in both victory and setback. While my winning streak may have taken a pause, it’s a pivotal moment for introspection and growth as I prepare to redefine myself for the challenges and triumphs of 2024. 💛 Stepping onto that runway, alongside the incredible talent of my peers, I embraced the opportunity to evolve, to learn, and to elevate my craft. Tonight was more than a competition; it was a testament to resilience, dedication, and the unyielding support of my community. I am endlessly grateful to the House of Miyake Mugler for their unwavering belief in me, for fueling my confidence, and for standing by my side through every strut and spin. To @ceasdaleo78 and @siniabraxton , whose impeccable taste and boundless creativity continue to inspire, thank you for orchestrating a night of pure magic. 👏🏽🥶 As I retreat to the lab to refine my artistry, I carry with me the lessons of tonight’s experience—the highs, the lows, and the invaluable moments of growth. Here’s to the journey ahead, to embracing change, and to never ceasing in the pursuit of excellence. 💛✨ Aja Miyake Mugler 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - Pussymatics 💋 e/ a banjee twist 💥
Aja Instagram - GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is...” 🪶 AJA MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️ I made it 2nd to last battle for that 11k but babyyyyy just being able to represent my culture today on stage was a win for me. Thank you to the legendary house of Comme de Garçon! Congratulations on another amazing house ball, but also thank you for giving us a platform and stage to show the beauty and power in blackness. Tonight I was supposed to show up as an Orisha, and ofcourse I did none other than very orisha I am initiated to, OSHUN IBU KOLE. The Vulture!! 🪶🪶💛 Being able to portray her was a blessing 💛 Thank you to the iconic house of @miyakemugler.official as well for having my back, always checking in and pushing me to continue to be better. Fit @highwastedstudio All jewelery by me
Aja Instagram - It’s a ki because people think all my shit is so fiercely edited 😂 like oh that can’t be Aja. Welp surprise bitches it’s me. I have been eaten alive by estrogen. And no I do not have FFS. 😬 someone gonna say this is filtered too! Maybe it’s just because my face has gotten CUNT. 😂 I live for the commentary 🤭
Aja Instagram - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
Aja Instagram - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
Aja Instagram - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
Aja - 38.7K Likes - Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌

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Caption : Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌
Likes : 38748Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

36.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

36.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

36.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 32.6K Likes - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden

32.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Likes : 32588Aja - 32.6K Likes - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden

32.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Likes : 32588Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 23.7K Likes - 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_

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Caption : 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_
Likes : 23650Aja - 22.6K Likes - Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT ⭐️ (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #maddymorphosis #dragrace #rupaulsdragrace #ajadragqueen

22.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Full episode w/ @ajathekween now on YT ⭐️ (Link in bio) #GiveItToMeStraight #maddymorphosis #dragrace #rupaulsdragrace #ajadragqueen
Likes : 22648Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 21.6K Likes - Here’s a peep into the studio adventure with @luxxnoirlondon earlier this week! 🎶✨ It’s always a joy to witness Drag Race sister like her embracing ballroom culture and tastefully incorporating it into her performances. I’ve often pondered reaching out to her for a little vogue session, to share the essence and history of ballroom, and delve into the art of performance. Luxx’s enthusiasm and openness to learning truly warmed my heart! 💖 From cunty breakdowns to combos, we delved deep into the five elements of vogue, and by the end of our two-hour session, her confidence in her vogue soared to new heights. 🌟 I couldn’t be prouder of her growth and willingness to learn more. In a community where some may shy away from discussing their involvement with ballroom, Luxx’s humble and open approach was truly refreshing. 🌹✨ Here’s a glimpse into our empowering session together, filled with laughter, learning, and honestly a whole ki! Can’t wait to see where her journey takes her next.

21.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Here’s a peep into the studio adventure with @luxxnoirlondon earlier this week! 🎶✨ It’s always a joy to witness Drag Race sister like her embracing ballroom culture and tastefully incorporating it into her performances. I’ve often pondered reaching out to her for a little vogue session, to share the essence and history of ballroom, and delve into the art of performance. Luxx’s enthusiasm and openness to learning truly warmed my heart! 💖 From cunty breakdowns to combos, we delved deep into the five elements of vogue, and by the end of our two-hour session, her confidence in her vogue soared to new heights. 🌟 I couldn’t be prouder of her growth and willingness to learn more. In a community where some may shy away from discussing their involvement with ballroom, Luxx’s humble and open approach was truly refreshing. 🌹✨ Here’s a glimpse into our empowering session together, filled with laughter, learning, and honestly a whole ki! Can’t wait to see where her journey takes her next.
Likes : 21622Aja - 20.4K Likes - 🌟 Embracing the beauty of collaboration and respect, I want to express my gratitude to @denalifoxx for her incredible journey alongside me in the studio, exploring the nuances of Vogue with passion and dedication. Amidst discussions about Drag Race and Voguing, our focus remains on those who welcome growth and enlightenment rather than focusing on critique.🎨💫 From her memorable lip sync to her commitment to self-improvement through classes, Denali’s evolution is truly inspiring. 💖 A heartwarming moment at the ice-skating rink revealed her nurturing spirit as she shared moments with children and parents, earning admiration from all. 🌈✨ It’s a joy to witness the power of understanding and cooperation. Denali’s embrace of ballroom culture is authentic and deep-rooted, evident in her support for local talent and pursuit of integrity. Let’s celebrate @denalifoxx’s reverence for ballroom and her unwavering dedication as she shines brightly on her path of passion and respect. 💛👏🏽

20.4K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 🌟 Embracing the beauty of collaboration and respect, I want to express my gratitude to @denalifoxx for her incredible journey alongside me in the studio, exploring the nuances of Vogue with passion and dedication. Amidst discussions about Drag Race and Voguing, our focus remains on those who welcome growth and enlightenment rather than focusing on critique.🎨💫 From her memorable lip sync to her commitment to self-improvement through classes, Denali’s evolution is truly inspiring. 💖 A heartwarming moment at the ice-skating rink revealed her nurturing spirit as she shared moments with children and parents, earning admiration from all. 🌈✨ It’s a joy to witness the power of understanding and cooperation. Denali’s embrace of ballroom culture is authentic and deep-rooted, evident in her support for local talent and pursuit of integrity. Let’s celebrate @denalifoxx’s reverence for ballroom and her unwavering dedication as she shines brightly on her path of passion and respect. 💛👏🏽
Likes : 20352Aja - 19K Likes - Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘

19K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘
Likes : 19012Aja - 18K Likes - It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped

18K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped
Likes : 18019Aja - 17.3K Likes - ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas

17.3K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas
Likes : 17275Aja - 17.2K Likes - I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰

17.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰
Likes : 17188Aja - 16.9K Likes - Well, yes 🫶🏽

16.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Well, yes 🫶🏽
Likes : 16946Aja - 16.2K Likes - ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)

16.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)
Likes : 16180Aja - 15.7K Likes - ELPHABAS LSS 💚💚💚 🎶 WHEN I MEET THE WIZARDDDD🎶

15.7K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ELPHABAS LSS 💚💚💚 🎶 WHEN I MEET THE WIZARDDDD🎶
Likes : 15748Aja - 14.7K Likes - I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.

14.7K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.
Likes : 14723Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.4K Likes - Back to the basics we go 👏🏽

14.4K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Back to the basics we go 👏🏽
Likes : 14378Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.7K Likes - I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛

13.7K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛
Likes : 13680Aja - 13.6K Likes - I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would

13.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would
Likes : 13577Aja - 13.3K Likes - I NOW INTRODUCE TO YOU… AJA MIYAKE MUGLER!!! 〽️〽️ GP $2000 FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY The Legendary House of Xclusive Lanvin Presents: X…..The Story 👗 by @bunnism

13.3K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I NOW INTRODUCE TO YOU… AJA MIYAKE MUGLER!!! 〽️〽️ GP $2000 FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY The Legendary House of Xclusive Lanvin Presents: X…..The Story 👗 by @bunnism
Likes : 13335Aja - 13.1K Likes - To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛

13.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛
Likes : 13104Aja - 12.8K Likes - ✨ Time to spill the tea! ☕️ Been on a mission lately, educating the fabulous Drag community about the dazzling world of ballroom! 💃🏽💅🏼 Bringing Drag Race queens into the studio to school them on the elements and history of Vogue and ballroom. 🎶🔥 No negativity, just good vibes and cunty moves! Who do YOU want to see join the fun next? 💃🏽 Let’s keep this education party going! 🫶🏽

12.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ✨ Time to spill the tea! ☕️ Been on a mission lately, educating the fabulous Drag community about the dazzling world of ballroom! 💃🏽💅🏼 Bringing Drag Race queens into the studio to school them on the elements and history of Vogue and ballroom. 🎶🔥 No negativity, just good vibes and cunty moves! Who do YOU want to see join the fun next? 💃🏽 Let’s keep this education party going! 🫶🏽
Likes : 12839Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 11.8K Likes - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽

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Caption : Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities – LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: [email protected] Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
Likes : 11824Aja - 11.8K Likes - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽

11.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities – LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: [email protected] Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
Likes : 11824Aja - 11.1K Likes - Realness 😘💋👋🏽

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Caption : Realness 😘💋👋🏽
Likes : 11125Aja - 10.8K Likes - I feel fucking amazing 💜 🧚🏽

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Caption : I feel fucking amazing 💜 🧚🏽
Likes : 10832Aja - 10.6K Likes - 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛

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Caption : 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛
Likes : 10564Aja - 10.2K Likes - You’re perfect, you’re beautiful! @suzie.toot 🎸 The queens direct each other’s musical covers of iconic @rupaulsdragrace quotes in all-new #DragRace, now streaming on @wowpresentsplus! 🎶👠 B-tch, I’m a Drag Queen Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 are now streaming on all music platforms! 🆓 Sign up to watch Episode 1 for FREE on @wowpresentsplus, link in bio @rupaulsdragrace Season 17 premieres Saturdays: 🌎 2:30AM UTC @wowpresentsplus worldwide outside USA, Canada, Australia 🇺🇸 Fridays 8PM EST @mtv

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Caption : You’re perfect, you’re beautiful! @suzie.toot 🎸 The queens direct each other’s musical covers of iconic @rupaulsdragrace quotes in all-new #DragRace, now streaming on @wowpresentsplus! 🎶👠 B-tch, I’m a Drag Queen Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 are now streaming on all music platforms! 🆓 Sign up to watch Episode 1 for FREE on @wowpresentsplus, link in bio @rupaulsdragrace Season 17 premieres Saturdays: 🌎 2:30AM UTC @wowpresentsplus worldwide outside USA, Canada, Australia 🇺🇸 Fridays 8PM EST @mtv
Likes : 10196Aja - 10.1K Likes - 7 years ago! I need to bring this aesthetic back but make it Fem Queen!

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Caption : 7 years ago! I need to bring this aesthetic back but make it Fem Queen!
Likes : 10096Aja - 10K Likes - Stop being so dramatic girl 😪

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Caption : Stop being so dramatic girl 😪
Likes : 9990Aja - 9.1K Likes - Aja 007 Afrika St Laurent Aoki 007 Prince Balenciaga $1200 GP TEAM RUNWAY @ BACK TO THE BASICS PT2 💛

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Caption : Aja 007 Afrika St Laurent Aoki 007 Prince Balenciaga $1200 GP TEAM RUNWAY @ BACK TO THE BASICS PT2 💛
Likes : 9057Aja - 8.9K Likes - 😘💋👋🏽

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Caption : 😘💋👋🏽
Likes : 8903Aja - 8.7K Likes - Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺

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Caption : Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺
Likes : 8669Aja - 8.7K Likes - Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺

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Caption : Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺
Likes : 8669Aja - 8.7K Likes - Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺

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Caption : Am I depressed or do I just need to get f#cked? 🥺
Likes : 8669Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

8.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 8.5K Likes - 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 🫶🏽💛

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Caption : 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 🫶🏽💛
Likes : 8481Aja - 7.5K Likes - Another day, another runway 😮‍💨✈️🫦 👗: @awwalexpress1717

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Caption : Another day, another runway 😮‍💨✈️🫦 👗: @awwalexpress1717
Likes : 7518Aja - 7.3K Likes - 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: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole Thank you all for everything! 💛🌟

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Caption : 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! 💛🌟
Likes : 7251Aja - 7.2K Likes - Just a deleted scene from my episode of GTMS with @maddymorphosis 😭😭😭 this is bad my ADHD is

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Caption : Just a deleted scene from my episode of GTMS with @maddymorphosis 😭😭😭 this is bad my ADHD is
Likes : 7174Aja - 6.7K Likes - This is how I vogue after a weekend of being extorted and blackmailed 😂 🎥 @javierdumureversailles

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Caption : This is how I vogue after a weekend of being extorted and blackmailed 😂 🎥 @javierdumureversailles
Likes : 6737Aja - 6.7K Likes - Ballroom 2023 RECAP 🌚💛 🏆 Dorian Corey Awards Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 CAROLINAS 2023 🏆 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 BALLROOM THROWBACKS 2023 🏆✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 Latex Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY $700 💰 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ 007 OTY 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 @ THE WEST COAST AWARDS BALL 2023 💛 & SEMI FINAL BATTLE FOR 3k 🫠 🏆 $1200 💰 GP TEAM RUNWAY 🏆@ BACK TO THE BASICS PT2 💛 2023 ❕‼️DEBUTED MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️‼️❕ 🏆 $2000 💰GP FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY @ 🏆 THE LANVIN HOUSE BALL 2023 🏆 GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is...” 🪶 & 2nd to last battle for 11k 😳 battled against and sat legendary runway GP Jenovia Lanvin 🏆 GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY 🏆 $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 🏆GP TAG TEAM RUNWAY 🏆 €500 💶WITH RAJAH OWENS @ TAG TEAM AFTERMATH BALL in PARIS 🇫🇷 Thank you for everyone who has supported me on this journey! Here’s the closing my fourth year walking runway 💛 I am tapped out for the rest of this year! It’s giving blackout 😂 love you Ballroom!!!! as a whole you may be a pain in the ass but you consistently save mine and many peoples lives 🫶🏽

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Caption : Ballroom 2023 RECAP 🌚💛 🏆 Dorian Corey Awards Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 CAROLINAS 2023 🏆 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 BALLROOM THROWBACKS 2023 🏆✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 Latex Ball 2023 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY $700 💰 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ 007 OTY 🏆 BALLROOM AWARDS BALL 2023 ✨ FQ RUNWAY OTY 🏆 GP FQ RUNWAY 🏆 @ THE WEST COAST AWARDS BALL 2023 💛 & SEMI FINAL BATTLE FOR 3k 🫠 🏆 $1200 💰 GP TEAM RUNWAY 🏆@ BACK TO THE BASICS PT2 💛 2023 ❕‼️DEBUTED MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️‼️❕ 🏆 $2000 💰GP FF RUNWAY & FQ RUNWAY @ 🏆 THE LANVIN HOUSE BALL 2023 🏆 GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is…” 🪶 & 2nd to last battle for 11k 😳 battled against and sat legendary runway GP Jenovia Lanvin 🏆 GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY 🏆 $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 🏆GP TAG TEAM RUNWAY 🏆 €500 💶WITH RAJAH OWENS @ TAG TEAM AFTERMATH BALL in PARIS 🇫🇷 Thank you for everyone who has supported me on this journey! Here’s the closing my fourth year walking runway 💛 I am tapped out for the rest of this year! It’s giving blackout 😂 love you Ballroom!!!! as a whole you may be a pain in the ass but you consistently save mine and many peoples lives 🫶🏽
Likes : 6652Aja - 6.6K Likes - Made my Paris Debut finally 💙🥶

6.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Made my Paris Debut finally 💙🥶
Likes : 6644Aja - 6.5K Likes - ⚠️🚨 UK-EU! ⚠️🚨 The Brooklyn Dolls are coming in late 2025! 😱 Aja, Dahlia Sin & Kandy Muse are bringing their highly anticipated tour to a city near you! ❤️‍🔥 let your voices be heard in the comments and tell us what cities in the UK-EU you would love to see us in and we'll make it happen! ✈️🫶 @dfiuevents @ajathekween @dahlia_sin

6.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ⚠️🚨 UK-EU! ⚠️🚨 The Brooklyn Dolls are coming in late 2025! 😱 Aja, Dahlia Sin & Kandy Muse are bringing their highly anticipated tour to a city near you! ❤️‍🔥 let your voices be heard in the comments and tell us what cities in the UK-EU you would love to see us in and we’ll make it happen! ✈️🫶 @dfiuevents @ajathekween @dahlia_sin
Likes : 6475Aja - 6.4K Likes - Tell us we’re cute and we will post the video of todays practice 🫶🏽😭💛 @theolivialux xoxo the Miyake Mugler divas 💋

6.4K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Tell us we’re cute and we will post the video of todays practice 🫶🏽😭💛 @theolivialux xoxo the Miyake Mugler divas 💋
Likes : 6448Aja - 6.2K Likes - Pollinate me 🐝 🌸 👗@connormccalden

6.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Pollinate me 🐝 🌸 👗@connormccalden
Likes : 6228Aja - 6.2K Likes - I was the only current non-legend who battled for the 11k last night 😭 I just realized 😳 I feel accomplished. May not have gotten the 11k girls BUT I truly got to dance with the best of the best! And for that - the Garçons owe me nothing! 💛

6.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I was the only current non-legend who battled for the 11k last night 😭 I just realized 😳 I feel accomplished. May not have gotten the 11k girls BUT I truly got to dance with the best of the best! And for that – the Garçons owe me nothing! 💛
Likes : 6212Aja - 6.2K Likes - Labor Day OTA them frozen drinks = 😭 I regret nothing!!!! 😹 This is my third time posting LMAO the audio won’t sync the way that I want 🥲

6.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Labor Day OTA them frozen drinks = 😭 I regret nothing!!!! 😹 This is my third time posting LMAO the audio won’t sync the way that I want 🥲
Likes : 6203Aja - 5.9K Likes - I miss her 😭 I need to remake this look again The garment was made by the incomparable @florencedlee

5.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I miss her 😭 I need to remake this look again The garment was made by the incomparable @florencedlee
Likes : 5861Aja - 5.8K Likes - I am beyond thrilled and immensely grateful for the overwhelming support I’ve received since sharing my goal of reclaiming my place as a drag superstar. This marks a new beginning, and I am ready to take on the world with fierce determination and unmatched passion. Are you ready to witness a fab show? Are you excited to experience electrifying performances that will leave you breathless? Then what are you waiting for? Get involved—reach out to your favorite clubs, promoters, bars, and event organizers. Tag them on the post. Spread the word far and wide, and let’s get your girl booked! Tell me where you want to see me perform, and my management team is poised to make it happen. Let’s turn this into reality together! 💛

5.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I am beyond thrilled and immensely grateful for the overwhelming support I’ve received since sharing my goal of reclaiming my place as a drag superstar. This marks a new beginning, and I am ready to take on the world with fierce determination and unmatched passion. Are you ready to witness a fab show? Are you excited to experience electrifying performances that will leave you breathless? Then what are you waiting for? Get involved—reach out to your favorite clubs, promoters, bars, and event organizers. Tag them on the post. Spread the word far and wide, and let’s get your girl booked! Tell me where you want to see me perform, and my management team is poised to make it happen. Let’s turn this into reality together! 💛
Likes : 5785Aja - 5.7K Likes - Reflecting on tonight - Icon Queen MUVA Sinia Alaia & Ballroom Throwbacks Presents “Coldest Winter Ever 5” Whiteout”, where I walked Fem Queen runway amidst fab competition and electrifying energy, I’m reminded of the beauty in both victory and setback. While my winning streak may have taken a pause, it’s a pivotal moment for introspection and growth as I prepare to redefine myself for the challenges and triumphs of 2024. 💛 Stepping onto that runway, alongside the incredible talent of my peers, I embraced the opportunity to evolve, to learn, and to elevate my craft. Tonight was more than a competition; it was a testament to resilience, dedication, and the unyielding support of my community. I am endlessly grateful to the House of Miyake Mugler for their unwavering belief in me, for fueling my confidence, and for standing by my side through every strut and spin. To @ceasdaleo78 and @siniabraxton , whose impeccable taste and boundless creativity continue to inspire, thank you for orchestrating a night of pure magic. 👏🏽🥶 As I retreat to the lab to refine my artistry, I carry with me the lessons of tonight’s experience—the highs, the lows, and the invaluable moments of growth. Here’s to the journey ahead, to embracing change, and to never ceasing in the pursuit of excellence. 💛✨ Aja Miyake Mugler 🫶🏽

5.7K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Reflecting on tonight – Icon Queen MUVA Sinia Alaia & Ballroom Throwbacks Presents “Coldest Winter Ever 5” Whiteout”, where I walked Fem Queen runway amidst fab competition and electrifying energy, I’m reminded of the beauty in both victory and setback. While my winning streak may have taken a pause, it’s a pivotal moment for introspection and growth as I prepare to redefine myself for the challenges and triumphs of 2024. 💛 Stepping onto that runway, alongside the incredible talent of my peers, I embraced the opportunity to evolve, to learn, and to elevate my craft. Tonight was more than a competition; it was a testament to resilience, dedication, and the unyielding support of my community. I am endlessly grateful to the House of Miyake Mugler for their unwavering belief in me, for fueling my confidence, and for standing by my side through every strut and spin. To @ceasdaleo78 and @siniabraxton , whose impeccable taste and boundless creativity continue to inspire, thank you for orchestrating a night of pure magic. 👏🏽🥶 As I retreat to the lab to refine my artistry, I carry with me the lessons of tonight’s experience—the highs, the lows, and the invaluable moments of growth. Here’s to the journey ahead, to embracing change, and to never ceasing in the pursuit of excellence. 💛✨ Aja Miyake Mugler 🫶🏽
Likes : 5670Aja - 5.3K Likes - Pussymatics 💋 e/ a banjee twist 💥

5.3K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Pussymatics 💋 e/ a banjee twist 💥
Likes : 5276Aja - 5.3K Likes - GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is...” 🪶 AJA MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️ I made it 2nd to last battle for that 11k but babyyyyy just being able to represent my culture today on stage was a win for me. Thank you to the legendary house of Comme de Garçon! Congratulations on another amazing house ball, but also thank you for giving us a platform and stage to show the beauty and power in blackness. Tonight I was supposed to show up as an Orisha, and ofcourse I did none other than very orisha I am initiated to, OSHUN IBU KOLE. The Vulture!! 🪶🪶💛 Being able to portray her was a blessing 💛 Thank you to the iconic house of @miyakemugler.official as well for having my back, always checking in and pushing me to continue to be better. Fit @highwastedstudio All jewelery by me

5.3K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : GP FEMALE FIGURE RUNWAY 🏆 The Legendary House of Comme des Garcons Presents “Black Is…” 🪶 AJA MIYAKE MUGLER 〽️〽️ I made it 2nd to last battle for that 11k but babyyyyy just being able to represent my culture today on stage was a win for me. Thank you to the legendary house of Comme de Garçon! Congratulations on another amazing house ball, but also thank you for giving us a platform and stage to show the beauty and power in blackness. Tonight I was supposed to show up as an Orisha, and ofcourse I did none other than very orisha I am initiated to, OSHUN IBU KOLE. The Vulture!! 🪶🪶💛 Being able to portray her was a blessing 💛 Thank you to the iconic house of @miyakemugler.official as well for having my back, always checking in and pushing me to continue to be better. Fit @highwastedstudio All jewelery by me
Likes : 5270Aja - 5.1K Likes - It’s a ki because people think all my shit is so fiercely edited 😂 like oh that can’t be Aja. Welp surprise bitches it’s me. I have been eaten alive by estrogen. And no I do not have FFS. 😬 someone gonna say this is filtered too! Maybe it’s just because my face has gotten CUNT. 😂 I live for the commentary 🤭

5.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : It’s a ki because people think all my shit is so fiercely edited 😂 like oh that can’t be Aja. Welp surprise bitches it’s me. I have been eaten alive by estrogen. And no I do not have FFS. 😬 someone gonna say this is filtered too! Maybe it’s just because my face has gotten CUNT. 😂 I live for the commentary 🤭
Likes : 5110Aja - 5.1K Likes - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!

5.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
Likes : 5050Aja - 5.1K Likes - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!

5.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
Likes : 5050Aja - 5.1K Likes - Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!

5.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Canada tour dump 🇨🇦 2/3 @hyperbolethequeen & @ajathekween 😽💛✨ we were dead ass the whole time !!!
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