
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Christmas Look!

Saturday, December 2, 2017
THINK PIECE: In a world where we are embracing man feelings, why male sexuality skeeves me out.
Sex sells. We live in an oversexed world, that is still rather conservative. A certain amount of sexuality or sexually themes can be considered classless and inappropriate. Though I am not one to judge or spoil anyone's fun with a heavy dose of classism or elitism, some of our favorite male musicians and celebrities creep me out.

Men like Bruno Mars and Miguel who don’t fit the typical fuck boy mold still turn me off with all the sex talk. They present themselves in beautiful ways where personal swagger and good management meet, they sing of love and sex and fun, and they cater to their femme audience. However, Bruno Mars has over-exaggerated his pimp pimp playa playa persona as of late. He praises the pinky ring, makes up flashy catches phrases with even flashier music, and he has resurrected the funk. Bruno is a regular ole blaxploitation. This has rubbed me the wrong way ever since "Locked Out of Heaven". Every time I hear "you and your ass invited, so gon get to clappin'' I cringe, I am slightly disgusted and very much annoyed. Why does every hot new pop record have to skyrocket to the top of the charts at my expense? Another example is Miguel, someone who is always sexy but maybe oversexed. He once stimulated sex on stage during a concert of his, which you can watch below. It is gross, tacky, and all the other words a 40-something church mother would say while clutching her pearls. But on top of all the tastelessness, it seems to make femmes the butt of the joke, literally.
Now I know what you are probably thinking right about now: "Kearmonie, sex is natural and fluid and it is beautiful for one to embrace their own sexuality rather than succumb to the societal norms which have unnecessarily and dangerously restricted us for centuries." or: "Kearmonie, these men do not pose a threat, why be mad at them? I'm pretty sure that you sing Cardi B's 'Bodak Yellow' at the top of your lungs, and I bet Lil' Kim's "Big Momma Thang is your theme song. What's the difference?"
Yes, all of that is true. When a woman embraces her sexuality she is badass but when a man embraces his own sexuality it still creeps me out. But I have pondered on this phenomenon and I have a few deductions. I think these awkward feelings and bad taste in my mouth may be because male sexuality, for as long as I could remember, has always been based on the objectification, exploitation, abuse, and overall mistreatment of women. We call men "playas" and that is literally what it means, they play the game, with women as the props, the pawns, and the prize. We say “pimp” or “pimpin’” and pimps literally pimp out women. Pimps are idolized for their swagger, money, and presence; along with the dehumanization and belittlement of women. A sexually confident cis/het man, or confident in general, is one who treats women as if they are disposable. This kind of man changes women quicker than the days change, and is probably extremely invested "in gettin' bitches"; at least based on what I have learned. A man who embraces his own sexuality confidently and intentionally does not really exist without a few bitches and hoes.
However, when a sexual woman embraces her sexuality she is literally reclaiming what the sexual man has already taken from her. Her sexuality has always belonged to men whether her father or our" father" who keeps her from embracing it, or every man she has ever fucked ever wanted to fuck and all those who want to fuck her. It has never been her own.
Now all this (my thinking) is influenced by pop culture, so we have to talk about the capitalization of sexuality. In what better way can we discuss this without acknowledging the late Hugh Heffer, founder, and CEO of Playboy, who Wikipedia credits as "American businessman, magazine publisher, and Playboy." Playboy, the adult magazine filled with beautifully photographed nude some, who are referred to as "playboy bunnies". Having been founded and released its first magazine in 1953, Playboy is still thriving today with even with a premium television network. Though Hugh capitalizing off some sort of sexual revolution at the time could have been a reflection of his own sexuality and who he is as a sexual being, he made millions off of women’s bodies, women who though presumably signed contracts and willingly participated did not have full agency over this image or their individual images. Young girls are taught to worship the glamorous life, the fantasy of beauty and riches, a world where women are seen and not often heard. That image is what male sexuality has used as a step stool.
Back to my original example, the Brunos, the Miguels, and even the Jidennas, all musicians; all musicians who make music which lend themselves to a sort of alternative R&B, with influence from various genres, but primarily R&B. Show business and what it has become, specifically the music industry can be the main culprit for what may be skewing my perception. Hip-Hop music has always real rap raw, direct, in your face, truthful, and raunchy. When rappers talk about bitches on their dicks and exactly what position in vivid detail I do not bat an eye because it was what I grew up on.
Whereas R&B has always sexy, sultry, and subtle. The chauvinism has always been palatable but as of late it has been way to filling, no pun intended. Like I said, the people I named do not fit the typical fuckboy mold. A fuckboy is a fuckboy, but when someone who is not easily defined as such picks up on some of the language and mannerisms it feels like they are not staying in their lane, which is downright unsettling. Am I villainizing anyone for this? No. Will I continue to be totally skeeved out? Probably.

Men like Bruno Mars and Miguel who don’t fit the typical fuck boy mold still turn me off with all the sex talk. They present themselves in beautiful ways where personal swagger and good management meet, they sing of love and sex and fun, and they cater to their femme audience. However, Bruno Mars has over-exaggerated his pimp pimp playa playa persona as of late. He praises the pinky ring, makes up flashy catches phrases with even flashier music, and he has resurrected the funk. Bruno is a regular ole blaxploitation. This has rubbed me the wrong way ever since "Locked Out of Heaven". Every time I hear "you and your ass invited, so gon get to clappin'' I cringe, I am slightly disgusted and very much annoyed. Why does every hot new pop record have to skyrocket to the top of the charts at my expense? Another example is Miguel, someone who is always sexy but maybe oversexed. He once stimulated sex on stage during a concert of his, which you can watch below. It is gross, tacky, and all the other words a 40-something church mother would say while clutching her pearls. But on top of all the tastelessness, it seems to make femmes the butt of the joke, literally.
Yes, all of that is true. When a woman embraces her sexuality she is badass but when a man embraces his own sexuality it still creeps me out. But I have pondered on this phenomenon and I have a few deductions. I think these awkward feelings and bad taste in my mouth may be because male sexuality, for as long as I could remember, has always been based on the objectification, exploitation, abuse, and overall mistreatment of women. We call men "playas" and that is literally what it means, they play the game, with women as the props, the pawns, and the prize. We say “pimp” or “pimpin’” and pimps literally pimp out women. Pimps are idolized for their swagger, money, and presence; along with the dehumanization and belittlement of women. A sexually confident cis/het man, or confident in general, is one who treats women as if they are disposable. This kind of man changes women quicker than the days change, and is probably extremely invested "in gettin' bitches"; at least based on what I have learned. A man who embraces his own sexuality confidently and intentionally does not really exist without a few bitches and hoes.
However, when a sexual woman embraces her sexuality she is literally reclaiming what the sexual man has already taken from her. Her sexuality has always belonged to men whether her father or our" father" who keeps her from embracing it, or every man she has ever fucked ever wanted to fuck and all those who want to fuck her. It has never been her own.
Now all this (my thinking) is influenced by pop culture, so we have to talk about the capitalization of sexuality. In what better way can we discuss this without acknowledging the late Hugh Heffer, founder, and CEO of Playboy, who Wikipedia credits as "American businessman, magazine publisher, and Playboy." Playboy, the adult magazine filled with beautifully photographed nude some, who are referred to as "playboy bunnies". Having been founded and released its first magazine in 1953, Playboy is still thriving today with even with a premium television network. Though Hugh capitalizing off some sort of sexual revolution at the time could have been a reflection of his own sexuality and who he is as a sexual being, he made millions off of women’s bodies, women who though presumably signed contracts and willingly participated did not have full agency over this image or their individual images. Young girls are taught to worship the glamorous life, the fantasy of beauty and riches, a world where women are seen and not often heard. That image is what male sexuality has used as a step stool.
Back to my original example, the Brunos, the Miguels, and even the Jidennas, all musicians; all musicians who make music which lend themselves to a sort of alternative R&B, with influence from various genres, but primarily R&B. Show business and what it has become, specifically the music industry can be the main culprit for what may be skewing my perception. Hip-Hop music has always real rap raw, direct, in your face, truthful, and raunchy. When rappers talk about bitches on their dicks and exactly what position in vivid detail I do not bat an eye because it was what I grew up on.
Whereas R&B has always sexy, sultry, and subtle. The chauvinism has always been palatable but as of late it has been way to filling, no pun intended. Like I said, the people I named do not fit the typical fuckboy mold. A fuckboy is a fuckboy, but when someone who is not easily defined as such picks up on some of the language and mannerisms it feels like they are not staying in their lane, which is downright unsettling. Am I villainizing anyone for this? No. Will I continue to be totally skeeved out? Probably.
Thursday, November 23, 2017
Holiday look brought to you by Fenty Beauty and FlexiRods !
Here's how created the hair and make-up look:
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Immerse Art Exhibit
The idea of the "Immerse Art Exhibit" is just that, an exhibition that immerses audience members completely in ART. There is no stage, there is no MC, no start time and I am sure attendees were left wishing there was no end. There is just art surrounding you. As you are admiring the creations on the walls and the DJ is spinning the hottest records next thing you know a dance performance begins, accompanied with its own music and visuals being projected onto the wall behind the dancers. An artist preparing to perform usually grabs the attention of some, but even when they begin there is still chatting and selfie-taking occurring while the art is happening around you and in your space. This approach seemed to take the spectatorship out of live art and performance and gave audience members full pure experience.
My outfit was a simple two-piece look, a matching long sleeved ribbed mock-neck top, and ribbed midi skirt from GoJane. Here's a look at my performance:
Thursday, November 2, 2017
MEDUSA


Here's how I completed the look:
Tuesday, October 31, 2017
Happy Birthday to ME

Monday, October 30, 2017
Kearmonie: The Spoken Word EP
Just in time for my birthday, I am releasing a spoken word album!!
Kearmonie: The Spoken Word Album. PROMO from Kearah Armonie on Vimeo.
Kearmonie: The spoken word album is a journey through my heart and mind with personal accounts of love, family, oppression, and womanism. There is also a lot of cussin’. It is available for streaming via my website http://kearmonie.com/poetry and SoundCloud.
Kearmonie: The Spoken Word Album. PROMO from Kearah Armonie on Vimeo.
Kearmonie: The spoken word album is a journey through my heart and mind with personal accounts of love, family, oppression, and womanism. There is also a lot of cussin’. It is available for streaming via my website http://kearmonie.com/poetry and SoundCloud.
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Pipe Cleaner curls on shoulder length locs!
For my upcoming birthday, I decided to style my hair using pipe cleaners for flawless spiral curls! Here's my look:
Monday, October 23, 2017
OOTD

Sunday, October 22, 2017
New Music From Ella Rene!

“Things happened so fast,
we forgot to hit the breaks”.
Each track flows along the same narrative seamlessly. "Cycle" in its entirety feels like a short film, though one-sided. I’m not even sure if I want to hear the other side of this story. This tape left me full and quite satisfied. "Cycle" is sexy, beautiful, and fun. Now available for streaming on Apple Music and Tidal.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
OOTD

Thursday, October 12, 2017
Azealia Banks' new film is FINALLY here
Well not as of yet, "Love Beats Rhymes" formerly known as "Coco" is set to be released In select theaters December 1st. Having been filmed here in New York City during the summer of 2015, the status of this film's release has been unclear since its original set date March of last year(2016) up until now. I remember hearing rumors of this film's production during the spring of 2015 when it seemed the RZA was scoping out talent, and ultimately production during the summertime; I am very excited this film will finally be available to the public. Speculation of the film being shelved altogether certainly crossed anxious minds as Banks faced a lot of controversy through numerous "Twitter beefs".
"Love Beats Rhymes" follows a young Femmecee on a journey of self-discovery as she tries to do something more profound and significant with her music. She goes back to school, makes new friends, and is introduced to the world of Spoken Word/Slam Poetry. Through poetry, she learns how to be more expressive and ultimately how to be a better MC. Jill Scott plays the poetry professor at school, College of Staten Island, Common plays the host at the poetry spot, Nuyorican Poets Café, and Lucien Laviscount is the love interest who exposes Coco to the Poetry Slam scene. This film looks to be much like titles such as "You Got Served", "Stomp The Yard", and "How She Move"; except this time it is about Hip-Hop and poetry, and will hopefully be much better than "How She Move". It also highlights the notion that Rap is Poetry, and Poetry is a big part of Hip-Hop culture; overall dope.
"Love Beats Rhymes" follows a young Femmecee on a journey of self-discovery as she tries to do something more profound and significant with her music. She goes back to school, makes new friends, and is introduced to the world of Spoken Word/Slam Poetry. Through poetry, she learns how to be more expressive and ultimately how to be a better MC. Jill Scott plays the poetry professor at school, College of Staten Island, Common plays the host at the poetry spot, Nuyorican Poets Café, and Lucien Laviscount is the love interest who exposes Coco to the Poetry Slam scene. This film looks to be much like titles such as "You Got Served", "Stomp The Yard", and "How She Move"; except this time it is about Hip-Hop and poetry, and will hopefully be much better than "How She Move". It also highlights the notion that Rap is Poetry, and Poetry is a big part of Hip-Hop culture; overall dope.
Monday, October 9, 2017
V Simple #OOTD

Saturday, October 7, 2017
Friday, October 6, 2017
KiD CuDi x Passion, Pain, & Demon Slayin' x NYC

For the past week I have been prepping for this concert, not only by listening to Cudder's entire discography but by creating and 18" x 24" potrait of Scott himself on canvas using Acrylic paint. I was able to give my painting to Scott which was one of the greatest moments of my life. See below:

The stage had a jungle theme with green trees and leaves everywhere, while we were waiting smoke started to fill the stage, throughout the show the lights were the most important aspect with CuDi being lit from all sides and different lighting arrangements for each song, each vibe, each mood. At one point foam was falling from the top of the stage as if it were snowing, and the smoke was going throughout the entire show. Visually we were transported into a different world, you can only imagine what aura the music brought with it. CuDi's energy is so high, open, and free; seeing him live was an experience like no other. As many know, the last we heard from The Lonely Stoner publicly was late last year when he announced he will be checking into rehab for his widely known Depression, and Suicidal Ideation. He has not been active on social media ever since, nor necessarily in the limelight. This was his return. Having spent some time living NYC on the eve of his career, he said he felt like he was back home. The show was the warmest of welcomes. He not only performed some hits from the latest album, he also blessed us with the classics while dancing, smiling, laughing and jumping around the whole time. It was so good to see him truly happy and to feel his energy.
He opened with "Baptized in Fire" the breakout single from "Passion, Pain, & Demon Slaying", with what was one the most explosives entrances. He went on to perform a song I assumed he would usually open with, "REVOFEV" from his second studio album "Man on The Moon Part II: The Legend of Mr. Rager". There is no doubting the energy in that space, it was non-stop, RAGE all the way through, no down time. Other singles from the album he performed include, "Frequency", "Releaser", "By Design", "Kitchen", and "Rose Golden". He threw in some throwbacks, such as "CuDi Zone" and "Pursuit of Happiness" from his debut album "Man on The Moon: The End of Day". He also brought out a surprise guest, his good friend/Day 1, King Chip to perform both "Just What I Am" and "Brothers" from CuDi's fourth studio album Indicud. I was screaming the entire time. He ended with the closer and arguably best track on his latest album, "Surfin'". Towards the end of the song there is a break which is reminiscent of African music with CuDi harmonizing, he took that time to jump off stage and greet his fans. This is when he came down to see my painting and I was able to tell him it was for him and he took it. This was such a surreal moment, I still cannot believe it happened. I was recording a video on my phone while he was performing surfing and I was still recording when he came down. Here's a video clip of the moment.
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