Style Me……

Let me define individual style….I dont see the lights that we call fashion as a means for attention.My sense of style is only for me. I dress the way I feel. Others dress to be seen. People wear certain things and labels as a means to fit in society & to be accepted by their peers.

You shouldnt have to dress a certain way to be accepted. If people dont like you because of your clothes, then you dont need to surround yourself with those people. I have a spiritual freedom to the way I express myself. I am the voice that no one can speak for. Walking in my own shoes.

As a visual artist & seamstress having a fashion design & merchandising major in college. I can appreciate the aesthetic of apparel more than the normal shopper. The term fashionista sits with me, BUT….. I am more of a collector of natural, authentic vintage apparel. Antiques always give me a sense of purity by witnessing fashions from the 50s & 60s. The textiles were stronger and more luxuriously fit. Garments were manufactured better items werent rushed through mass production factories. I am more of the Natural hippie chic, unisexed business casual, urban, galactic goddess inside her own realm. Very different & extremely eclectic. Never caring what anyone things.

Shoes & undergarments…. My main accessories in life.I’d rather live my life naked in my natural, beautiful skin….. But we all know that is not possible, maybe. Anyway, I can honestly say my fetish is for shoes. I will buy 3 pair of shoes before I even think about buying clothes to wear with the shoes. I always saw it harder to buy clothes, then have trouble finding shoes to match. I see it happen too much. I have a thing for having what no one has, & recreating items with my art.

Victoria’s Secret, Chuck Taylors, high heels & alot of vintage no names…. Loafers, silk high-waist briefs (granny ps), thigh high socks, neckties, suspenders, cords, corset bustiers & bras, cardigans, retro eyeglasses, mens blazers, high waist pants, equestrian boots, button up shirts & vintage or organic cotton retro tshirts & skirts. Though im more of a black colored woman when it comes to a color palette for my wardrobe, there is always a natural toned accessory or piece that accompanies & compliments the dark tone. Blacks, greys, whites & blues. Anything with great textile & design aesthetic, strong fabric quality.

Artistic value has alot to do with what I choose to buy and wear on my body when it comes to apparel. My clothes define parts of who I am as a person because I let my clothes speak for me. My personality is strong because im not afraid to challenge the norm and create my own box. Disregarding what society has to say about me. Compliments come from confidence and the way you carry yourself in what you wear. If the clothes dont fit or feel right, then I dont feel right. And its not very often that I dont feel right. Love what you wear & wear what you look. Whether your clothed or not. Accept your gifts & be confident in you.-QueenSoulSista


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My love for you is strong.Beating deeper than my heart. This is my drunken love song.With no controlled rhythms or inhibition.I see your beautiful nature as my art.You are the muse to a canvas not yet in creation.I carry your spirit with me on these adventures.Everyday we intertwine our mental souls.Growing stronger in our world without amateurs.Forming new life, our mission, our goals.Building a home of love in natural form.This is our life.Fire & water, defeating the storm.-QSSI woke up reaching for you. Mentally stretching my brain to grab you. Since I physically can’t feel you, I hope this touches you. I love you.

About to write…..

Morning thoughts surface my mind of the night before.Sexual tension escalates deep in my bones.Imagining that i was in bed & he was walking through the door.This is my heart, my soul, within his home.I was about to write but the blood in my hands wouldn’t pour.I got caught thinking, why is my body alone.Spirit, heart & emotions are spilled out on his floor.Left for him to pick up piece by piece.For him to recover & bring back to life.Desperate for his love to be my release.Calling him husband & I, wanting to be wife.To be the life partner & soulmate left in peace.Together we evolve this Earth.Naturally we are lifes love giving birth.I forget how to say… Words I was about to write.He takes away my breath.Gasping for air until there is nothing left.He holds me close.Closer than letters combined to prepare words.Though there are no sentences left to compose.It is his love that makes me weak.I was about to write, but theres no need to speak.Complete.

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