so i watched this interview with derek dixon,
the alleged victim accusing tyler perry of sexual harassment,
and something still isn’t sitting right with me.
for one,
he hasn’t explained…

one thing i learned from my mother was how she handled wolves.
when it was time to go,
she go.
there was no announcements or big blow ups and like clockwork:

i watched those same wolves circling back in panic,
blowing up the house phone,
knocking on the door,
and suddenly remembering her worth.

i’m not quite as ruthless at times but when i’m done,
i “be” done.
this isn’t just about wolves either…

i know a wolf IRL who deemed “the fine one” by society.
he looks like ^this wolf here.
the “every fine light skinned black male with a beard” starter pack.

the vixen he is with is so paranoid about him cheating,
she has his password to his IG account.
you don’t even know if it’s him replying or if its her.
i do know you it’s obvious when she posts under his account and when he does.
when she posts on his wall,
since she dressed him and took all the photos,
his posts get a lot of likes.
when he does it because it’s often low effort,
it doesn’t get as much engagement.

she legit works as his assistant,
photographer,
stylist,
personal chef,
other half of his brain,
and finance advisor.
the wild part is when they take pictures together,
he either looked bored or they look like platonic friends.
she isn’t a show stopper in the least but when i think of her shenanigans,
i’m often left to wonder:

does that helicopter relationship-ping remove what made them attracted to you in the first place?

i saw a reddit thread today about a gay couple,
where 1/2 is “the fine one”,
but the other half is feeling insecure at all the attention the other gets.
i use to struggle with this but i had to realize…

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?…