Son of Kassandra

Oh no… the plot is fully fucking lost.

Our tea pours from the same pot I see LOL

We who contain multitudes must have them both

Oh you visited cult HQ and lived to tell the tale huh? Not surprised since she couldn’t pray the gay out that son- *smacks self in mouth* oops, this rosé is about run away with my tongue hot on its trail 😅

Her and that slide… it got longer each time she did it

Oh the cash cow was mooin for sure. Then CeCe turned around and went solo, told the White folk she waging war (😒) and boom goes the CCM dynamite

Heaven was the beginning of Bebe and Cece getting played on Video Soul A LOT… they nearly fully crossed over (Mom Winans would have come unglued LOL). You don’t get the Mary Mary moment without those two watershed moments IMHO

I would agree EXCEPT that The Clark Sisters did the same thing with You Brought the Sunshine in 83 and Bebe & Cece did it with Heaven in 1990. BEFORE the Internet - just people on phones with them long curly ass cords losing their minds cuz the Clark Sisters were on the Grammys stage

Whew chile the motherfuckers that used to try that small talk in the elevator at 6 in the morning. My “kill it” formula was flawless cuz it was a side eye into closed eyes and stony silence. Even the most dedicated of them would trail off and give me glorious PEACE 🙌🏾

And yes they were. Every one.

She rubbed her gums too when she cut that camera off, what you wanna bet….

OK??? Cuz when the bag came out I said NOW MA’AM WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT MAN DRUGS IN THE SHOT LIKE THIS

The Universe jingled my fuckin Xmas bells long ago, at 28. 2 days in jail gave me some time to say, “nigga is THIS what we doin” and decide NAW….

God keep slappin some MFs upside the head and these SEIKO-watch-face-asses JUST KEEP STUMBLING IN THE SAME DIRECTION 😩

Oh THIS is shorty with the itchy trigger finger?

Nah. Whatever this is, there needs to be a plan of care in place cuz you can watch this with NO SOUND and STILL go “… nope. Something is off.”

The bill on the machismo came due.

Aging gracefully as an artist comes when an artist integrates growth/progression from life experiences into their craft. These men partake in a masculinity that encourages them to learn nothing; sooner or later the School of Life sits class clowns in the corner.

12.5 years and counting

I hope she held up upside down and shook till them pockets were EMPTY. Make that ain’t-shit MF spend his LAST and have to GoFundMe home

Which confirms what we all knew anyway: these knuckleheads find regular degular US Sisters extremely attractive, they just don’t want to meet the minimum standards most Sisters hold them to

You right about it - especially nowadays 500 is light work

And then Harvey called the cops from the next floor of the parking garage

Age 9, discovered what I was reading was a translation of a translation. In tracing back to source languages I discovered words often had notably different meanings than what I’d been told the text “said” (aka translators make choices and those choices MATTER)

When I spoke up about it? “Pray more.”

Lowkey Shang was kinda like, “oh it’s… you mean this ain’t…? *sigh* No, no, it’s fine, I mean, naw I’m fine…”

Shut up.

The plight of Black ppl has been ignored & diminished for centuries! We don't owe anybody our sympathy! We give it cuz we empathize, and we lniw 1st hand how ruthless, brutal, & callous white supremacy can be.

The clears have tormented everyone forever! They don't deserve joy!

Old person here - can confirm that this DID make the list of songs, at least at my institution of higher learning.

(Not a QueDawg but was present at any and all step shows cuz I love good steppin)

That was my question - how we go from asking for sympathy and speaking our truth to evidence tampering and displaying drug paraphernalia?

Irish coffee is delicious

I’m not engaging in no “Kamala’s messaging was off” conversation. Them people were going to choose being white every time no matter who ran.

With very VERY few exceptions, my grandmother, the First Lady of my childhood church, had a full
Sunday dinner ready. There was absolutely no McDonald’s on Sunday however - if we did end up eating out it was a sit down restaurant cuz Nana and Granddaddy were small town bougie

Stomachs gon sound like the drum track to Are You That Somebody?

🎶Lord I hear of show’rs of blessing,
Thou art scattering full and free,
Show’rs the thirsty soul refreshing,
Let some drops now fall on me.

Even me, Lord, even me… 🎵

The other notable one was a minister of music in the Charismatic/Pentecostal church with two exwives and children from each marriage.

That shit went to Hell when I found out he was lyin about the monogamy, had a Manhunt, a Grindr, an Adam4Adam, AND a FetLife, getting set out on “work trips.”