@mistresswanda.bsky.social

Please have patience with me… I was born in the 1900’s.

VAMPIRE DJ OF SOME RENOWN: Dry ice and synthetic fog, ozonic and fairly sweet, curling around dark rum and patchouli root. Underneath, where the dance club lasers cannot reach, lies black amber, blood-crusted clove, and incense ground into stone floors over centuries.

A promo image for BPAL's Vampire DJ of Some Renown perfume. A screencap from The Vampire Lestat showing a helmeted (and therefore anonymous) DJ at a club with blue lights blazing behind and around them.

Sometimes I feel like I am a ghost in my house, just existing in rooms and just a fleeting shade in the corner of everyone else’s eyes. I am the thing that haunts the house.

Help us cause some good trouble by doing a virtual Facebook “check-in” at Dade-Collier Training and Transition Airport today. The more people who check in, the harder it is for surveillance tools to track who’s actually there. It’s a simple but powerful way to show up and support from a distance.