i cannot stop thinking about “the undoing” on hbo max.
it has literally been living rent-free in my head since i watched it last week.
that’s the type of tv programming that i like.
i love shit that fucks with my head.
the thing about the show is…
hair wizard to the stars,
was everything to me.
not saying he isn’t,
but the attraction went on a low temp a long time ago.
he started doing a little too much once the fame started rolling in.
for his first thirst trap of 2021,
he posted a picture the other day and i felt the familiar tingle he use to provide…
they really felt they were part of some revolution during that terrorist attack at the capitol building last week.
it was extremely “trailer” and not a good look for all involved.
a foxholer sent me the following video with this title in the email:
“He’s makin’ us potheads look reaaally pathetic… smdh”
the foxholer said that because…
trans vixens will always let you know they’re real vixens,
but they still out males who sleep with them for being “gay”.
i’m often confused when i hear these stories.
there comes a point in your life when it’s time to say:
“I keep getting caught up and it’s with the same scenario.
It might be time for me to live my truth.”
living one’s truth doesn’t mean it’s some declaration on social media.
it simply means:
“I like what I like and I have no insecurities about it.”
is it time for young buck to alleged live his truth?
he keeps allegedly getting caught up with trans vixens and they keep outing him.
he had an interview on “vladtv” denying being involved with any trans vixens in the past:
and the survey says…
i love when i’m with a wolf,
he is behind me,
and we are crazy into whatever song we are vibin” too.
he is grinding tf outta me and picks me up and starts pounding me in mid-air.
coming from barbados,
dancing can literally be sex on the dance floor.
it’s much different than when a male is actually smashing you.
i’ve learned that just because someone can dance effortlessly,
that doesn’t always translate the same in the bedroom.
i saw a video on twitter of spanish wolf,
dry humping a bed…
i was telling my therapist how i’ve been in my emotional bag today.
i’ve been off af.
things are weird.
the energy is weird.
as he put it,
i am probably in an “emotional plague” and to go with it.
i felt a little better and decided to check my ig dms.