one huge thing i am starting to learned from pineapples,
especially when you are softer and warmer than other males is…

i once met a wolf so fine,
he could’ve made me cum with no hands.
he was into me,
but like,
“into me into me”.
while he tried to get to know me,
iwas busy imagining him deep inside me.
needless to font,
i missed the whole plot due to my trauma and what life trained me to do.

lately,
i’ve been thinking about wolves.
(when am i not?)
one question keeps looping in my head from past experiences…

atp,
i’m running out of clown makeup.

last week,
i learned another lesson the hard way when it comes to certain wolves.

clearing your schedule a wolf can backfire in your face,
especially when he has shown past signs of low effort.

i made space,
moved things around,
and got ready to experience pleasure.
none of that happened and i looked so fuckin’ stupid to myself.
the worst part?…

he was a good guy.
one of the nice ones.
like,
genuinely nice and warm.
we met on a site but there were no sparks.

just because there are no sparks,
that doesn’t mean i still won’t be friends with someone.

so even though he often tried to still hit on me,
i made sure to let him know i wasn’t interested.
he was cool about it.
when his mother died a year or four into our friendship…

over the weekend,
i linked with someone from my past.
movies but no “negro news” updates.
very “not trying to be seen” kind of vibes.
“together” and “the fantastic four“.
together was a better experience.

they came movie tickets and an apology i already healed from.
somewhere between the popcorn and a walk down memory lane,
they dropped a bomb:

the friend group we were in?
that’s done.
everything they did to me,
they eventually did to each other.

it always ends like that.,
doesn’t it?

there was another person i really f’d with tho.
“i thought”.
let’s just call them “the disappointment”
when i asked what happened to them,
one slip of the tongue changed everything…

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it feels like fewer people are using their brains these day,
but and isn’t it always easier to trap prey that isn’t paying attention?

those people don’t like you because you have money and access.
hell,
you could just be a warm and inviting person.
those jackals are just tolerating you and tbh:

they know you are going to fall eventually.

this is what ive been thinking about shannon sharpe.
in my head…