Namaste blah-g family... I'm back from Italy. It was literally everything. But first - shout out Japan. These days about 100 people come around here every day to see what's going on. And a lot of the people are from Japan... x o x I retuned from Italy on Tuesday night. I cannot, and probably don't have to, attempt to express what the trip meant to me. From Veroli to Sperlonga with a quick dip to Rome... it didn't matter where I was. It was who...
Namaste blog tribe She won... of course she won... It feels like yesterday that I was stomping the streets of Berlin with one of my favorite people in the world, the one and only - Ms. Rijn Collins. Whether we're having French food cocktail nights in the western suburbs of Melbourne or clinking celebratory cocktails at the Waldorf Astoria on Park Avenue, as we did yesterday, there are no words to encompass my love for this woman. So, as you can...
I'm not a brand. Shout out to anyone who is. I, am not. I never want to be categorized as anything based on what I'm doing in any given moment. There are two things I'd own up to - being spiritual and being a Writer. But I'm not trying to create a "spiritual writer" brand by any means. Part of the reason I love writing edgy shit that makes people uncomfortable is because I'm so calm on the surface. I'm also a wide-eyed romantic, which is why I...
Namaste blog tribe For those of you still around, all of the love in the world to you. I've been thinking a lot about FollowMeToNYC lately. I've also received a handful of messages after my last post asking how to find me these days. I've been writing under the pseudonym Jacklyn Luciano. A Writer can never have enough pseudonyms I have decided. And that said, I discovered periscope. Periscope offers a beautiful opportunity to do for me exactly...
Sometimes, my favorite part of being a Writer is when I hear other ones sweep by. This is what I've been stuck on recently: Yah yah bitch, back up off me You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be...