barbara walters and radio wendy were known for doing tough interviews.
they didn’t hold back when getting to the bottom of the story,
even if celebrities threw tantrums.
radio wendy was def harsher than barbara,
but she has many iconic interviews on her trophy case.

Hell,
she was the one who spilled on Diddy first.

nowadays,
many people want to have a mic and have an OF at the same time.
not an OF like an actual account but the dick sucking is at an all time high.
it’s either dick sucking or flip flopping.
you know what aunt wendy said.
you can’t do this job and be friends with celebrities too.

Do you really think a Jonathan Majors would survive a Barbara or Radio Wendy interview?

tbh…

there was a vixen who i knew that was talking to wolf of interest.
he was cute and playing the “distant wolf” thing.
you know the types.
he creates a mystery about himself and usually nothing is there.
so i asked her what has she learned anything about him.
she gon’ say:

“I don’t know.
I don’t ask him questions.”

head went on instant swivel.
tf you mean you don’t ask him questions?
you know why dating sucks nowadays?…

i was fonting with that wolf i met in the group chat the other night.
he asked me:

“With everything you went through,
are you ruthless with the way you are with people?
I am.
If someone does anything to hurt me,
I go off.”

my response…

you know what really fuckin’ annoys me?
well,
i’ll font you:

Males who hurt you but then want to punish you when you react.

my favorite is the stonewalling and ghosting.
“run little bitch boy,
run!”

they did something fucked up to you but…

last night on random,
i ended up in a group chat with a bunch of people.
i knew a few people but my only intent was to join and listen.
a fine AF wolf was in there that caught my eye.
i def wasn’t going to speak but that felt like the old me.
so he started talking about something that was bothering him.
something we have fonted about on the Foxhole many times.
it was about a gay jackal who couldn’t take no for an answer.
this gay jackal was on legit stalker mode with this wolf.
something urged me to type:

“Yeah,
I don’t get why people can’t respect other people’s boundaries.
No one is attracted to this kind of behavior.
Even if someone was attracted to them,
it would be a turn off heavy.”

that was it.
i said my peace and went back to lurking in the shadows.
then…

a season of ghosting,
or aka season of isolation,
is not the kind where you just need a weekend to recharge.
it’s the kind that sneaks up after a breakup,
a major disappointment,
job loss,
or losing someone you love.
suddenly,
you don’t feel like doing anything or being around anyone.
this season can last days,
weeks,
and sometimes,
it can last for even years.
i accepted that i’ve been in my ghosting era for a while now…