There is a male who lurks from “11pm to 3am” that has a 99% success rate.
Fox,
Wolf,
or Hybrid…
You can be that male too.

remember how i fonted there are no rules anymore?
i think i have found the way for easy (safe) sex,
but its going to require you to role play.

oh,
and lie too…

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Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to walk through life with the confidence of a straight, white wolf/vixen?

this morning,
i ( x scrolled through an article ) about gwyneth paltrow’s daughter,
apple martin,
and i blurted out a thought i felt we weren’t supposed to say out loud:

Why can’t I feel entitled like that?

not the kind of entitlement that screams “spoiled brat” or “trust fund menace”,
but moreso a healthy entitlement.
the kind where you know your worth and demand that others treat you accordingly.
naturally,
my mind took a detour into the days i was a hot ‘n’ happen’n pick-me…

Panic has a funny way of turning even the smartest among us into complete disasters.

it’s kind of like how those clueless white vixens,
who always run…

when fear takes over,
you’re stuck in fight,
flight,
or freeze mode.

If there’s a fire on your stove,
freezing isn’t exactly a winning strategy.

case in point of what was on my elon swamp timeline….

I’ve had beef with God for a minute.

okay,
maybe more than a minute.
like,
a solid two-year feud.
blame it on what the church villagers were telling me:

“God is testing you.”
“God gives you what you can handle.”
“God’s just seeing if you’re worthy of a breakthrough.”

sure,
it sounds poetic,
but it felt like spiritual gaslighting.

Why would a loving God dish out trauma like it’s a rite of passage?
Why the hoops?
Why the pain?

if i’ve already proven myself,
why keep testing me?
it felt like cosmic abuse with only my name on it.
i was ready to give up on God because i’ve seen tired.
i’ve been stuck in this loop,
playing by the rules,
yet running in circles.
this past sunday,
sarah jakes-roberts dropped a gem in her sermon that hit me like a plot twist…

one time,
a teenage Fox was caught in a messy love triangle that wasn’t mine to begin with.

A cheating best friend
A clueless boyfriend I was mutually friends with
The much older wolf down the block that she was fucking

it sounds like the plot of a good soap opera but it was very real.
our friendship had hit a rough patch since she started cheating too.
one truth bomb from me and the boyfriend was so happy i told him but…

Have you ever felt like being in a group made you feel even lonelier?

sometimes,
when you’re trying so hard to belong,
the only real option is to step away.
i did just that today…