Anonymous wrote:Now, who in heaven’s name is asking Jen what her favorite things are? With all due, no one is, sweetie.
Anonymous wrote:
Remember when Jen was with Brandon and all the internet besties brought their husbands and they all had to hang out together ? It looked so awkward and they never did it again
Anonymous wrote:
Remember when Jen was with Brandon and all the internet besties brought their husbands and they all had to hang out together ? It looked so awkward and they never did it again
Anonymous wrote:My beleagureds!
It's been such an exciting 2025 so far and you, COMMUNITY, have been with me every step of the way. EVERY. DAMN. STEP. It's everything.
We've had Trevor's book release book launch, if you haven't yet snagged your copy of 'This changes your WiFi Password, a black man's journey into mostly trivial stuff' then go to my stories and swipe. Or, just scroll back a bit here on the gram where I've promoted his stuff 73 times over the past 60 days. After all, HE IS TOTALLY MY BOYFRIEND and we're here for each other like that. I think.
We've had podcasts. We've had camel toe, oh how we have had camel toe - swipe the link in my stories so you can shop my jumpsuits from Schill-Able. We've had black and white word squares with that charming courier new font I'm so COMPLETELY ENAMORED with. PRESH!
TREVOR AND I are celebrating our THIRDS - can you believe it's been three long years since our fauxmance began, droolings? It seems like just yesterday when I was in the Hampton Inn in downtown NASH all aflutter when I got the text "Yo girl, I'm out here with all my girth leaning on my red Kia Sportage, lessgo it'll be dope" or, as I like to put it "Come to me." Tra la la.
And of course, we've had the cover reveal - can we all just take a minute and appreciate the lovely vajingle flower cover art? - of my manifesto, A-WOKE, which will reveal some things about me. At least you hope. JUST KIDDING BEALEAGUREDS. It is raw and feral, kind of like that zit you can't leave alone. SO MANY OF YOU have sent MY TEAM so many messages of support. I am undone in the very best way. I just can't stop smiling and smacking my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
But now that it's almost March, I'm sure all of you have been wondering where the location of 2025 MeCamp will be. I'm sure it keeps you awake at night.
It's raw. It's real. It's a place where I'll come face-to-face with my white privilege and to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.
Droolings, I can't wait any longer for the big reveal. I was going to have MY TEAM make THE MOST A-DORE-AH-BLE graphic in Canva to announce the location of this year's shenanigans but I SIMPLY can't wait a SECOND longer. And also, because I'm on the uber-ultra-penny-pincher plan with my publicist, Heater, because those FLOCL sales have not been awesome.
My bedazzleds. Meet Drooble Heights.
I can't wait to share the magic with you. This year will be a bit different. A bit more edgy. A bit more uncomfortable. But I'm sure I'll still get to hold lots of dear little babies and that the LOCAL GAYS will be having a brunch for me once they realize I've rolled up into their...um...hood. At least I think so. I hope they have brunch in Drooble Heights.
Tra la la
Anonymous wrote:What about that lady in NYC with the rapist pastor father? Shawna or something.
Anonymous wrote:Jen and all her internet besties minus Tara are such phonies. In her IG bio, Sarah Goodfellow describes living in a “trailer park” by the sea.
Beloveds, let me tell you, there are no “trailer parks” by the SoCal sea that clock in under half a million.
These people are so weird.
Anonymous wrote:The "mall angst" video is LONG. And oddly hostile in tone.