In the words of Uncle RuPaul, "If you can't love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love anyone else? Can I get an amen up in here???"

It's hard to go on each day keeping myself mentally balanced. I wear all the hats, so I can only allow myself to entertain my depressed feelings for fear of spiraling out of control, with no one there to save me.

As someone who has built a career performing live Black American cover music internationally, I feel a mix of sadness and cautious optimism. Sadness because so many great artists might be overshadowed by those without real talent, but optimism because, for now, live performers like me still have a place.

Foxy's! Dancing into 2026 GOOD RIDDANCE to 2025. I'll take the lessons I learned along the way, but the rest of it was trash. But 2026 looks like chocolate cake. Only time will tell if I will bite off more than I can chew this year. I have a couple of projects coming up in February, so stay tuned. In the meantime, Happy New Year, Foxy's. We made it!!