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Aja Instagram - Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Aja Instagram - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Aja Instagram - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - 2 years 💛✨
Aja Instagram - Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘
Aja Instagram - It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped
Aja Instagram - ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas
Aja Instagram - I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰
Aja Instagram - Well, yes 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)
Aja Instagram - I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Aja Instagram - Back to the basics we go 👏🏽
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Aja Instagram - I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛
Aja Instagram - I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would
Aja Instagram - To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Aja Instagram - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
Aja Instagram - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
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Aja Instagram - 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛
Aja Instagram - 7 years ago! I need to bring this aesthetic back but make it Fem Queen!
Aja - 38.7K Likes - Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌

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Caption : Chile idk what everyone talking about I looked good 😌
Likes : 38748Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

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Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

36.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 36.6K Likes - People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸

36.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : People are always talking about how they want this Aja to come back. But the truth is in this era of my life I was not being authentic to myself, and I kept formfitting myself to be something I wasn’t because I felt so unloved for being who I was I created this character that I knew to world with love, and it was, the true pinnacle of my artistry. Taking things that I saw people loved and styling it to myself. Now that I am fully realizing who I really am though. I know that it would be a different story. I look back and see the way that this turned into the infamous “burlesque rapper” era and I cringe, because I don’t think that that was some thing that I really wanted either. I think all I really wanted was to be seen as a woman and not a person who is performing the caricatures of a woman. But I was in such denial. I often feel that this era of my artistry ruined a lot of my career and pushed away thousands and maybe even hundreds of thousands of fans I’ve watched slowly over the past few years as I ago from almost hitting 1, million followers on Instagram to pinching back down and the constant commentary about “ didn’t she quit?” And such. My one confession today is that I really wish I would have had the resources to overcome my gender, dysphoria and privacy, and not made my struggles so public. I often wonder how differently it would affect my career today. Nonetheless, I am very proud of the woman I have become and I hope one day those hundreds of thousands of fans that I have lost can look back and learn to love me again. Because as it stands, I feel like compared to before it is much more a few people who are supporting my artistry at the moment, and it has led to a lot of me doubting the future of my artistry but with that I say, I will stay and stand strong. I know that I have not hit my peak yet as I get ready to load my next era, I said buckle up kids. This one is for you. 💛✨🩸
Likes : 36629Aja - 32.6K Likes - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden

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Caption : GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Likes : 32588Aja - 32.6K Likes - GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden

32.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : GP FF RUNWAY 🏆& OTA RUNWAY $2500 💰 @ World AIDS Day Ball: Fashion Icons in Toronto, Canada 🇨🇦 Aja Miyake Mugler 〽️〽️ 👗 by @connormccalden
Likes : 32588Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

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Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

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Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 32K Likes - Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️

32K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Catch me on episode 3 of “the conversations project” on Hulu 💛 A conversational series inspired by The Harlem Renaissance Salon: a dinner gathering of African American philosophers, writers, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and actors of the period. ⭐️
Likes : 32042Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

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Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

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Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

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Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22.5K Likes - I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂

22.5K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I don’t feel represented by any of these 😂 I feel like I would’ve been a whole different kind of girl, sidenote, I never had high school photos anyway so 💀 I would have had to be present to take them 😂
Likes : 22497Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 22K Likes - 2 years 💛✨

22K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 2 years 💛✨
Likes : 21966Aja - 19K Likes - Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘

19K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Once upon a time, in the heart of Brooklyn, there lived a fierce butch queen of the drags named Aja. Seven years ago, amidst rumors and local buzz, she was announced to grace the stage of Season Nine of RuPaul’s Drag Race. Some debated her potential as a frontrunner, but her influence on drag aesthetics was undeniable. With her signature freckled makeup and Marcel waves in lavender and pastel, she reshaped the very essence of drag. On television, Aja captured hearts with her charm and wit, even amidst whispers of jealousy and Facetune. One unforgettable moment was when she dubbed a fellow contestant the ethereal Linda Evangelista, captivating audiences with her humor and style. But her journey didn’t end there. Through the magic of estrogen, she embarked on a transformation from butch queen to femme goddess, embracing her true self with courage and grace. Returning to the spotlight, Aja radiated empowerment and liberation, a beacon of hope for self-discovery. Her journey, marked by the unwavering support of her loyal fans, serves as a testament to the transformative power of self-love. In the realm of drag, Aja’s story shines like a fairy tale spun from the threads of dreams, forever etched in the hearts of those who dare to believe in the magic of authenticity and transformation. 💛😘
Likes : 19012Aja - 18K Likes - It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped

18K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : It’s my birthday and I storm the red carpet if I want to 💛 👗 @blackandwhitestriped
Likes : 18019Aja - 17.4K Likes - ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas

17.4K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ✨💫🪐 📸: @bradypappas
Likes : 17396Aja - 17.2K Likes - I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰

17.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I was indeed a legal female at conception. 💗✌🏽 And that’s on gender affirming care 🥰
Likes : 17188Aja - 16.9K Likes - Well, yes 🫶🏽

16.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Well, yes 🫶🏽
Likes : 16946Aja - 16.2K Likes - ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)

16.2K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : ⚠️SURPRISE! 🚨 MY MIXTAPE FEMME QUEEN RAGE, VOL. 1 🫦 is LIVE Femme Queen Rage:, Vol. 1 by Aja https://music.apple.com/us/album/femme-queen-rage-vol-1/1707549728 Photo/Creative Direction/Post-Production: Tanner Abel (@tannerabelofficial) Lighting Tech: Nicholas Needham (@nicholasjneedham) Set Design: Elaine Winter (@elaine_winter_) Text Design: Rebecca Petrie (@light_alchemist)
Likes : 16180Aja - 14.7K Likes - I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.

14.7K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I always dreamed of having a big church wedding with bridesmaids and a cake, and my picture in the paper. Not just the usual mug shot, but something really flattering.
Likes : 14723Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.6K Likes - I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩

14.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I can finally smile again 🫶🏽😩
Likes : 14640Aja - 14.4K Likes - Back to the basics we go 👏🏽

14.4K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Back to the basics we go 👏🏽
Likes : 14378Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.9K Likes - MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux

13.9K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : MIYAKEEEE MUGLERRR 🫶🏽💛 〽️〽️ @theolivialux
Likes : 13893Aja - 13.8K Likes - I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛

13.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I think pastel hair and piecey bottom lashes need to make a comeback 🤭💛
Likes : 13790Aja - 13.6K Likes - I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would

13.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : I think it’s safe to say she’s making a comeback ✨😌 painting my as3 mug on my current face went way better than I thought it would
Likes : 13577Aja - 13.1K Likes - To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛

13.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : To my cherished supporters, As I see the vibrant photos and joyful faces from DragCon, a deep sense of longing wells up within me. I yearn to be there, amidst the glitter and glam, surrounded by the energy and love that only such a space can bring. I miss it all profoundly. I miss the electrifying meet and greets, the comfort of being home every few months, the certainty of tomorrow’s meal. Each glimpse of joy and celebration stirs a fire in me, pushing me to work ten times harder to reclaim my place. Witnessing the collaborations, the Love Ball, and other breathtaking shows ignites a spark in my heart. That’s where I aspire to be once more, basking in the glory of the stage, a Drag superstar in my element. The past six years have been a tumultuous journey. My biggest regret is the public unraveling of my struggles with gender identity and the hasty declarations about quitting drag. That news spread like wildfire, casting shadows that I still struggle to escape. Growing up in the hood instilled in me a fierce defensiveness, and I handled situations poorly. But I was young, just 24 when these revelations began. I was 26 when I stepped away from drag, 27 when I began my transition. Now at 30, I marvel at how swiftly time has flown. Yet, in finding and accepting myself, in rediscovering my love for the art of drag, the news was met with silence, not the celebration I had hoped for. I feel like I have stumbled terribly, and my stubborn nature has only compounded my mistakes. I am human, flawed and earnest, and it feels as though I am constantly paying for my past. I wish the journey to authenticity didn’t come with such a heavy price. I adore the life I’ve curated, but my soul yearns to be a drag superstar again, to perform, to feel the heat of the spotlight, and to travel the world. I miss it all so much. In my heart, I remain vulnerable and transparent with you, my supporters. I will forever be sorry for any words or actions that pushed you away. If I could, I would have navigated my struggles differently. Until then, all I can do is hope for a brighter, more understanding future. 💛
Likes : 13104Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

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Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 12K Likes - In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️

12K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : In contemplating the delicate balance between personal reflection and the public domain, I have often grappled with the notion of social media as a confidant versus a curated facade. Today, however, I find myself compelled to share a profound moment of vulnerability. Today, I received a call from my sister bearing the somber news of my biological mother’s passing. At a mere 46 years old, her departure leaves me grappling with a myriad of emotions. Despite being separated by the circumstances of adoption at a tender age, our paths converged later in life, affording me the opportunity to know her intimately only in my adulthood. Yet, her untimely demise evokes a complex fusion of sentiments within me. While our time together was relatively brief, the realization that our connection has been abruptly severed fills me with an indescribable sense of loss. It is a paradox of sorts – to mourn the absence of a relationship that I had only begun to cultivate, yet to cherish the fleeting moments we did share. I am acutely aware of the privilege bestowed upon me by fate, granting me the chance to meet her and to bask in the warmth of her love, albeit for a limited span of time. For this, I am profoundly grateful. Regrettably, I must concede that my efforts to reciprocate her earnest desire for connection were often tempered by the walls I have erected around my heart. Despite her unwavering affection and acceptance, I struggled to bridge the chasm that separated us, a testament to the intricacies of human relationships. As I bid farewell to my biological mother, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the impermanence of our earthly bonds. In her memory, I vow to cherish the moments we shared and to honor her legacy by embracing the connections that enrich my life, however fleeting they may be. Farewell, dear mother, Ibae Bayeb Tonu Linda 🕯️🫶🏽💛. May our spirits intertwine in the ethereal realms, where perhaps, we shall forge the bond of friendship that eluded us in this lifetime. Until then, your memory shall reside eternally in the chambers of my heart. 💛👯‍♀️
Likes : 11951Aja - 11.8K Likes - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽

11.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities – LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: [email protected] Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
Likes : 11824Aja - 11.8K Likes - Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities - LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: ajathekween@gmail.com Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽

11.8K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Last time I’m posting because I am half way to my goal and am not interested in making it a thing 💛 thank you for your positivity 🫶🏽 Written by my daughter Davina: @hyperbolethequeen Hello All, Ajá/Venus is a performance artist, runway model, spiritual leader and NY native. For over 10 years she has worked as an entertainer and her sustainability has relied on her body. Recently, she has had to spend time in and out of hospitals due to leg swelling and various other injuries. With expenses piling and being unable to perform as frequently, she’s switched to a part time day job and doing spiritual readings for some income. However this alone has not been enough to dig her out of the financial hole hospital visits and bills create. This woman does so much for many communities – LGBTQ folk, people wanting to explore and seek spiritual guidance, the ballroom community and more. She has opened her heart, her home and mind to guide, entertain and help so many people. Now she needs help and although she’s a public figure with these enormous talents life is not perfect for anyone. Attached below are ways to donate to her, please share this as much as possible and hopefully we can get her to a good place until she’s back up to 100% again. Venmo: @ajanyc PayPal/zelle: [email protected] Cash app: $ajaibukole PS (from Venus) I was in and out the hospital for 3 months straight and the medical people told me little to nothing, I am still dealing with really bad leg pain and what not which is why I have not been dancing or voguing much. I’ve been walking runway as a form of exercise still but sometimes I do feel pain still. I’m hoping to get answers soon but in all, the medical expenses and the travel to and from has been crazy on me as I am not working as much. Recently I have taken on a day job to rehabilitate my legs and keep things going however the debt from being in the hospital multiple times and seeing multiple specialists has been insane. I’m hoping my day job helps lighten the load as well. Any help is appreciated. Just trying to get back on track! I know I may seem like I’m living this life because social media but social media is not real life 🫶🏽
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11.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : Realness 😘💋👋🏽
Likes : 11125Aja - 10.6K Likes - 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛

10.6K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 🌟 An Open Statement 🌟 To my incredible supporters, I’ve seen the concerns regarding my recent stance on Anetra and ballroom culture. I want to address this one last time, as the ongoing narrative has become exhausting. My intention has always been to educate, not defend myself. It’s disheartening how the conversation has been skewed by selective sharing across different platforms, missing the educational aspects. As an Afro Latina deeply rooted in the ballroom scene since my teenage years, it’s more than just a dance—it’s been a lifeline for many, including myself. My issue isn’t personal against Anetra; initially, I reached out privately, but felt dismissed, which impacted my perspective. The toxic reactions labeling me as jealous miss the point. It’s not about competition but rather about protecting and giving back to a culture that sustains many. I’ve been met with hostility, threats, and even transphobia, which is unacceptable. I apologize if my approach seemed negative or reactive, especially if it affected Anetra or anyone deeply. However, I stand by my concerns about ballroom culture being exploited without giving back. This isn’t just about one individual—it’s about a broader issue. My aim isn’t to silence voices but to foster understanding. I plan to use my platform to highlight ballroom icons, legends, and educate those curious about the culture. Moving forward, I’m committed to changing how I address this issue. I appreciate those who’ve taken the time to understand. For those who won’t, I’ll continue striving for positive change. Thank you for your support and understanding. 💛 Venus / Aja 💛
Likes : 10564Aja - 10.1K Likes - 7 years ago! I need to bring this aesthetic back but make it Fem Queen!

10.1K Likes – Aja Instagram

Caption : 7 years ago! I need to bring this aesthetic back but make it Fem Queen!
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