Jussie Smollett Ain’t (Yes, I said Ain’t) Hurting No More, His Spirit Said So

Over the weekend, Black Gay Pride weekend in DC to be exact, Jussie Smollett chose the best weekend to hit the stage.  He and his crew brought the house down at U Street Music Hall in the city.  The intimate venue left the packed house feeling as if you were watching your BFF rocking the stage.  His spirit leaves you feeling this way. It’s like you’ve known him forever. Jussie Smollett is how people should be in this world and they just don’t exist always.

We arrived at 6:15ish after finding parking, and watched the line outside the building grow and get longer.  I made my way to the front, checked in, and made it inside. VIP was already being checked in to Meet & Greet the man of the hour and pick up your package, which included your VIP lanyard, an autographed picture, t-shirt, and a Jussie Smollett face fan.  After meeting the superstar and taking our picture, we proceeded inside to take it all in, pick your spot before the room was full, and await the show to kick off. The line for regular admission had already started, and before long the club was filling up after 7.

Inside the nightclub, you’d find the bar, which we chose to partake and mingle with others gearing up and anticipating the moment we all were waiting for.  June’s Diary took the stage at about 8.  Being my first time ever seeing these five women perform, I was not disappointed but upset it had taken me this long.  They were true professionals and if I do say so myself, they almost killed Beyonce’s hits almost better than her, yeah I said it.  I have been a Bey fan since the beginning of time, but Saturday night I became a fan of JD. They performed, O.T. Genasis’s Everybody Mad and Beyonce’s Love on Top.  Giving us a flavor and rendition of their own, they also left us droplets of the originals, but the sprinkles of their own surpassed what we knew.  The energy as soon as they dropped the first record was on 9,000 the entire time. Breaking a true sweat, they performed with so much intensity and intent.  The nightclub basement was filled with fog, the perfect stage lighting, and fun, set for an evening to remember.

There I stood in the back by the sound crew and Frank Gatson, just as our favorite headliner was about to hit the stage at 9.  A June’s Diary fan and a fellow native son approached me mentioning my hair and the ankh earrings I wore, complimenting my “WOKEness”.  We continued in conversation while good and classic 90s music played in the background. He told me he h