Friday, November 5, 2010

Elvada-Seleithia Empress Dominique Devereaux

Growing up in the early 80's as a young Diva-in-Training in Atlanta, my mother was an avid stan of Dynasty. I couldn't, for the life of me, understand all the commotion and ruckus over a rich, white man, his mullet-wearing wife and his bitch of a sister Alexis. I started to watch it with her with very little understanding of a lot of what was going on until She arrived. Dominique Deveraux! The rich, black and elegant looking, mink wearing, no non-sense, kickass DIVA! I soooo thought I looked like her. I was so happy to see a classy sistah on TV. I was so elated. Because of her, I had officially became a stan of Dynasty and The Colby's. One day my teacher called my mother and wanted to know if my mother had re-married or divorced. My mother said, "No" and wanted to know why my favorite teacher (Gwendolyn Hamilton) had asked her such a thing. My momsy was appalled. "Well, Mrs. Woods, I asked because for the past two weeks 'E' has been signing her last name as Deveraux." "What on earth for?", my mother asked. "I thought you could tell me", sayeth Ms Hamilton. Moms told her she would talk to me about it and get back with her. A couple of hours later, the little diva U know as Empress comes prancing into the french doors of the kitchen like I had a million bucks in the bank. My mother asked the normal day-to-day questions like how was my day and all that and then she got to the real deal. She told me my teacher called her today. And me with my hand on my chest like a true Diva says, "Really? What for?"
Mom: Why are you signing your last name Deveraux?

Empress: Cuz my mother's last name is Deveraux.

Mom: Young lady, my last name is Woods!

Empress: You are not my mother Dominique Deveraux is and she's coming to get me when she's done with Blake Carrington (as I pointed to my suitcase already packed for damn near two weeks sitting by the door).

Mom: Is that what that is?

Empress: Yup

Mom: What? You don't want me to be your mother? I had you!

Empress: No, Dominique Deveraux had me and she'll be here when she beats up Alexis.

Mom: Girl stop your foolishness before I go upside your head! That is NOT your mother.

By this time I was frustrated and was crying out of control. My mom sat down, dried my tears and explained to me where I really came from. We settled on her truth and I was ok...so she thinks.

Yes my friends, this marks the beginnings of this Diva.

And this my friends, is a true story



Whatever! My name is Elvada-Seleithia Empress Deveraux. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!
Hmph...she don't Know me like dat!

//signed//
The Cat's Meow
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Reason, Season, Lifetime

People R N our lives 4 a reason, a season or a lifetime. Sum R the leaves, sum R the branches & sum R the roots 2 our tree. Don't misconstrue the 3. Don't try to prolong the reason or extend the season but do strengthen the roots 2 make that tree stand 4 a lifetime ~eswoods

The Family Curse

     As I sit here alone in the coffee shop, admiring the cute couples walking by hand-in-hand, I can't help but to feel a lil slighted and envious. Where is my mate? Did the heavens 4get to make me one or did someone snatch him up when I wasn't looking? Was it something I said or did to possibly run him away? Where the hell is my Knight in Shiny Fucking Armour?! I don't know. I decided to figure out what the deal is. Maybe I should see what the admireable women in life did to remain happy with a mate but there is one problem. I can't configure my favorite granny's technique cuz...well...I ain't ever seen her with granpa. *scratches her off the list* Why don't I look at my moms? Surely every Diva can look to moms for advice but...err....moms and pops divorced when I became an adult. Next in line, 2 of my aunts. They are beautiful as ever and successful in their own right and those bishes can dress to the nines so of course they are happy with their mate. No wait, they live together. One has divorced the same man TWICE and the other has never been married. Gee whiz... My maternal granny ran all of her men away and I definately see how. She ran my ass away and I wasn't married to her! Come to think of it, I can think of no woman in my family that is greatly secure and happy in a relationship. And before you take it to the "you don't need a mate to be happy" level, don't go there. Companionship is needed in the world. It is not the foundation for happiness but it damn sure is a fixture for it. I mean really, who wants to wake up, go to sleep, have spats, walk the beach, crack jokes or make love alone everyday?  It's good to be alone sometimes and sometimes I even love it but all the time is a no-go! I mean I love mac & cheese but do I wish to eat it everyday? Hell naw!
     Now the kicker is this, I can honestly say that I've been loved mutually once in my life (sadly, well over 12 yrs ago). But I was a tad bit young and so was he but he had no qualms with letting everyone know who came first. I was his Chocoate Bunny....the Queen Bee....that was it and that was all! He remembered my birthday, knows my favorite color, told me he loved me without hesitation, thought I was the prettiest thing ever, knew I was smart, listened to every word I said and will have kicked your ass if you were so happen to look at me side-ways! Lmao! I loved that. The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved. The problem lied with my parents. He wasn't as afluent as they wanted him to be, conservative as they would have liked and he was by no means a choir boy or a Poindexter. All the lil girlies wanted him for he is rather handsome but I had him. LOL This nerdy, lil chocolate pigtailed girl that everyone thought was funny looking & shy was loved by the Rico Suave' and they hated it! The parents had an issue with that and so did the majority of my family. The parental units did everything in their power for us to "cease and desist". Of course it worked I guess.
     It is said that you only get one true love in your life so hold on to it for dear life. Well if this is true then gotdamnit I was fucking robbed and I want a do over! I feel I have been patient enough. What the hell is going on with the Powers that Be? I can no longer conform to the madness. I'm weary of dudes telling me that I'm too much of something. No busta I ain't too much! You're just too much of nothing & not enuff of everything!  13 years and 2 horrific boyfriends later, I am still alone. I deserve somebody too shit! Ooops my bad, I got side-tracked. *snickering* I am  woman now. I've been a lot places and seen a lot of faces. Ah hell I've even fucked with different races. (courtesy of Lil Kim in How Many Licks). I know myself, I know what I want, how to get it and I stand on my own two feet in my own damn stilettos that I've purchased myself! Isn't that what the men of today's society is asking for? That's what they tell me. I'm independent and I for damn sho' am a "sight for sore eyes" even when I wake up  in the morning. What I don't understand is why all the exes are trying to reclaim their spot in my kitchen when the food was cooked perfectly the first time to begin with? All of a sudden they all are apologetic, have seen the light and have come to their sense. EVERY LAST ONE OF 'EM! I am the same person I was when you decided to leave b/c I was a 'bit much'. I'm still beautiful. I still have my own shit. I'm still a great listener and a damn good cook. I'm still sensitive and affectionate. I'm still supportive and funny. Why you refused to see that initally is beyond me but I don't backtrack buddies.
     Where does the curse come in at you ask? Simple, aren't curses passed down thru generations? I think stuff like this is genetically affixed to one's life. I mean, men know how to treat women when they have seen it first hand from pops or another positive male figure in their lives. The same for women possibly. I mean, I know how to treat my mate by watching ma dukes and the older women in my life. I had an aunt that was so wonderful, beautiful internally and externally, loved children and people, a positive influence in the community and the total opposite of me and she died alone. She wanted children desparately but didn't have any. She had no mate at all. She's not the only person I know of like this so to me, it has to be a curse and I'm mad about. Why did I have to be involved? Somebody needs to tell me something and fast! The Powers that Be has got some 'splaining to do.
     Sometimes I can't help but to think about the fact that I can count all of my dates on one hand excluding the thumb. Even the one where the dude came to my house and stood me up! He came to pick me up, said he was going back to his car to clear the seat for me to sit down but failed to come back up and get me. I caught the elevator down to the lobby to his car just to find out that he had left. Talk about depressing? I can't for the life of me still figure out why he drove an hour just to come and stand me up. So what it happened 7 years ago! I am still mad about it. I guess some people aint meant to have a mate. They are just here for the world to enjoy. My love life was sacraficed for yall's entertainment so yall betta enjoy me damnit!
     Yeah, mutual love is the greatest when you find it. Don't be so quick to write a person off if their head is too round, or their fingers don't match their toes, or they don't make as much money as you, or b/c you're an introvert but flamboyant, or if they don't like mushrooms and u hate their bestfriend. True love is hard to come by and can be easy to keep if u play your cards right. I must say that sometimes when I get down in the dumps for not having a person that is crazy about me and will let the world know, I do think of Phillip Lorenzo Peck (yes, I called him by his government name). I smile for I know it's not possible for one to love me even if it was once in my life. Shout out to PLP!

The saga continues...

//signed//
The Cat's Meow

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Forever Could End 2day

We have a tendency 2 not express our luv & gratitude 2 the 1 that we feel will always B there 4ever. NEWSFLASH: They won't. 4ever could ended 2day.
 ~elvadaseleithia 10/30/2010

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Catch me Live.....

I'll be coming to the stage again for the 1st time this year. WTF is wrong with the world!? Ok so anyway, some folks wanted to know when they can catch me flipping off at the mouth personally instead of virtually so here's your chance. I'll be performing in THE BATTLE IS NOT YOURS by Cheryl Collins on 21 Nov in Pasadena, CA in the role of Sister Williams (yeah I know, Sister and I don't belong in the same sentence). The show starts at 7pm so show up on time or I'll leave the stage to come and snatch you bald for interupting the show! Don't test me! Here's an excerpt..... (catch me @ 1:21 clowning!)


More details to follah....
//signed//
The Bald Cat's Meow

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

How Dare the Queen!

In the end anti-black, anti-female, and all forms of discrimination are equivalent to the same thing...... anti-humanism. Shirley Chisholm

     On my Queen E meets the Queen Mary visit, I saw a lot of wonderful things, great fashion and acquired quite a bit of history but there is something that stuck out to me more than Lady GaGa would in a monestary. And that's the 1st, 2nd & 3rd Class Children Playroom aboard ship! WTF? And we wonder why our children partake in the foolishness of ostracizing, discriminating & demeaning their fellow peers. How dare the Queen condone such mayhem?!  This solidifies my belief that hatred & discrimination are traits that are LEARNED and TAUGHT in the household. You mean to tell me that the kiddies couldn't play together regardless of the social and financial statuses of the parents? I should not be surprised but I am. So, the statuses of the parents determined your worth AND how many rocking horses you get to play with? I'll be damned if your parents were on welfare b/c then you maybe subject to play with the ship's rats & rodents! I am so disgusted! (Miss Whitney ringing in my head. "I believe the children are our future. Teach 'em well and let them lead the way. Show them all the beauty they possess inside"). Mind you, the 2nd Class Playroom was adjacent to the cocktail lounge. What on earth for? My mum always said that the kiddies should be kept separately from the adults AND their beverages! Hmph...I guess they didn't grow up in the south. Why not keep the kids together to show that no mankind should be treated differently regardless of social and financial differences or is that too much like right? Oh my bad, I forgot about slavery (insert sarcasm). Aren't we supposed to teach our offspring that after all, "We are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children" or do we say "Whomever share the same status, gender, sexuality and race as we do are all God's (or whomever you believe in) children? The latter would be one heck of a damn song title wouldn't you say? Long and illogical as hell! I can imagine the hatred that walked the decks of this damn ship and the song sang on Christmas. "Deck the halls with balls of hatred. Fa la la la la la la la la! Tis the season of foes and folly! Fa la la la la la la la la!" (I know, so random but it fits...sorta). *sighs* We've come so far, to have gone NOWHERE! Queen Mary & I are not of the same royal blood b/c obviously this is NOT the royal treatment especially for inocent children! How dare the Queen!

//signed//
A Royally Disgruntled Cat's Meow

     Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.
Zora Neale Hurston



You got that right Zora!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Who was Wallace Thurman?

   There is so much history buried in the soil of the African American garden. I stumbled upon one of our flowers during my brief browse thru the queendom. Be enlightened as you enjoy...
  Wallace Henry Thurman (1902–1934) was an American novelist during the Harlem Renaissance. He is best known for his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life, which explores discrimination among black people based on skin color.
     Thurman was born in Salt Lake City to Beulah and Oscar Thurman. Between his mother's many marriages, Wallace and his mother lived with Emma Jackson, his maternal grandmother. His grandmother's home doubled as a saloon where alcohol was served without a license. When Thurman was less than a month old, his father abandoned his wife and son. It was not until Wallace was 30 years old that he met his father.Thurman's early life was marked by loneliness, family instability and illness. He began grade school at age six in Boise, Idaho, but his poor health eventually led to a two-year absence from school, during which he returned to Salt Lake City. From 1910 to 1914, Thurman lived in Chicago, but he would have to finish grammar school in Omaha, Nebraska. During this time, he suffered from persistent heart attacks. While living in Pasadena, California's lower altitude in the winter of 1918, Thurman came down with influenza during the worldwide Influenza Pandemic. Considering his history of illness, he surprisingly recovered and then returned to Salt Lake City, where he finished high school.
     Throughout it all, Thurman was a voracious reader. He enjoyed the works of Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, Havelock Ellis, Flaubert, Charles Baudelaire and many others. He even wrote his first novel at the age of 10. He attended the University of Utah from 1919 to 1920 as a pre-medical student. However, in 1922 he transferred to the University of Southern California in Los Angeles, but he left without earning a degree. While in Los Angeles, he met and befriended Arna Bontemps and became first a reporter for an African-American-owned newspaper and then a columnist. He also started his first magazine, Outlet, which was intended to be a West Coast equivalent to The Crisis.
     In 1925 Thurman moved to Harlem. In less than 10 years, he obtained various employments as a ghostwriter, a publisher, an editor, and a writer of novels, plays, and articles.The following year he became the editor of The Messenger, a socialist journal aimed at blacks. While at The Messenger, Thurman became the first to publish the adult-themed stories of Langston Hughes.Thurman left the journal in October 1926 to become the editor of a white-owned magazine called World Tomorrow. The following month, he collaborated in publishing the literary magazine Fire!! Devoted to the Younger Negro Artists, among whose contributors were Hughes, Zora Neale Hurston, Richard Bruce Nugent, Aaron Douglas, and Gwendolyn B. Bennett.
     Only one issue of Fire!! was ever published. Fire!! challenged the ideas of W. E. B. Du Bois and many of the African American bourgeoisie, who, in their search for social equality and racial integration, believed that black art should serve as propaganda for those ends. The New Negro movement needed to show white Americans that blacks were not inferior. But Thurman and others of the "Niggerati" (the deliberately ironic name Thurman used for the young African American artists and intellectuals of the Harlem Renaissance) wanted to show the real lives of African Americans, both the good and the bad. Thurman believed that black artists should be more objective in their writings and not so self-conscious that they failed to acknowledge and celebrate the arduous conditions of African American lives. As Singh and Scott put it, "Thurman's Harlem Renaissance is, thus, staunch and revolutionary in its commitment to individuality and critical objectivity: the black writer need not pander to the aesthetic preferences of the black middle class, nor should he or she write for an easy and patronizing white approval."
     During this time, Thurman's rooming house apartment at 267 West 136th Street in Harlem became the main place where the African-American literary avant-garde and visual artists of the Harlem Renaissance met and socialized.Thurman and Hurston mockingly called the room "Niggerati Manor", in reference to all of the black literati who showed up there. The walls of Niggerati Manor were painted red and black, colors to be emulated on the cover of Fire!! Nugent painted murals on the walls, some of which contained homoerotic content.
     In 1928, Thurman published another magazine called Harlem: a Forum of Negro Life, whose contributors included Alain Locke, George Schuyler, and Alice Dunbar-Nelson. The publication lasted for only two issues.[citation needed] Afterwards, Thurman became a reader for a major New York publishing company, the first African American ever in such a position.
     Thurman married Louise Thompson Patterson on August 22, 1928. The marriage lasted only six months. Thompson said that Wallace was a homosexual and thus their union was incompatible.
Mr.Thurman died at the age of 32 from tuberculosis, which many suspect was exacerbated by his long fight with alcoholism.


 Thurman's writings

  •  According to Langston Hughes, who noted Thurman's dark complexion in this statement, Thurman was "...a strangely brilliant black boy, who had read everything and whose critical mind could find something wrong with everything he read." Though it was to become the basis for some of his strongest writings, from the beginning Thurman's dark skin color was an issue, prompting negative comments and reactions from various black and white Americans.
  • Thurman wrote a play, Harlem, which debuted on Broadway in 1929 to mixed reviews. The same year his novel The Blacker the Berry: A Novel of Negro Life was published. The novel is now recognized as a groundbreaking work of fiction because of its focus on intraracial prejudice and colorism, specifically between light-skinned and dark-skinned black people.
  • Three years later Thurman published Infants of the Spring, a satire of the themes and the individuals of the Harlem Renaissance. He co-authored The Interne, a final novel with A.L. Furman, published in 1932.
BTW, I have FIRE!! and The Blacker the Berry and they are great reads! I'll share excerpts later:)

 This is one of places I will be visiting during my very brief visit to NYC next week and I can't wait!
//signed//
A very informative Cat's Meow