What if masculinity wasn’t what we were taught to admire?
What if it was something quieter,
steadier,
and far more powerful?

when someone loves us for who we are,
not for our highlight reels,
not for our past,
and not for who they want us to be but:

The real,
unfiltered,
and sometimes ugly us.

yes,
the ugly us.
the one underneath the filters.
the one that has the demons and the insecurities.
when they don’t flinch or are embarrassed at our flaws.
the one who don’t play bout you and will square up if someone disrespects you.

You better hold on to them.
Tight. AF

i used to believe masculinity lived in the gym.
it was big biceps,
played sports,
and an intimidating stare.
some males,
sure,
but i’ve learned:

Just because someone looks like a man,
that doesn’t mean they act like one.

muscles don’t equal depth; a scowl doesn’t make you safe.
masculinity is not a role we play,
a script we memorize,
or photos we post.
it’s how we show up for ourselves and our loved ones,
especially when no one’s watching.
i thought about this when alex fine spoke out after cassie’s testimony yesterday…

jackals with horrible pasts have got to learn to shut the fuck up.
it is so weird seeing jackals with abuse/bad behavior behind them,
cosigning other people with abuse/bad behavior in front of them.
chris brown is always interjecting himself with tory lanez nonsense.
when he decided to put his fork down from eating his food to post ^that,
i have never seen such a fast turn around in “shoulda kept that fork in ya hand”.
he posted that may 14th and was arrested on the 15th.

according to “people“….

I can smell this picture.

it’s no secret that males with money pay for companionship.
they skip to the front of the line and head straight into VIP.
there are some who use their money to be predatory,
but there are others who are genuinely looking to purchase connections.
i’ve heard stories of rich males who pay for more than sex.
they actually drop dollars for intimacy.
they’ll hire an escort to have dinner and talk.
no sex on the menu.
they are lonely,
can’t trust everyone,
and it’s easier to purchase loyalty.
i know what you’re thinking.

Well,
shit,
I’m available.

…but that is the thing about males who are in a higher tax bracket.
THEY pick who they’ll drop dollars on.
sometimes they pick good and other times…
well,
everyone meet datari austin.

he makes so much bank that…

i have been enjoying rumi on stage with her mama and sister.
the joy she has being up there is beautiful to see.
you know what’s not beautiful to see?

Grown adults talking and fonting about Bey’s kids.

i thought kids were off limits?
i was hearing about how blac chyna mama,
tokyo toni,
went off about blue ivy.
people were saying it was bad but Lord have mercy…

“Did you see how Doechii was yelling at her team last night?”

nope and thank God i didn’t.
a nasty attitude will turn me off in a heartbeat.
so i randomly stumbled upon it today and:

yikes.
so this outfit…

there are many trans vixens who baffle me in 2025.
like,
straight up “i need an updated file” type of baffling.
anytime i font about the following and ask a particular question,
no one has anything to say/font back.

Trans vixens can’t be seen as vixens but outing males like gay males.

it’s like they are still living as gay males with female trauma.
a trans she jackal in houston exposed males in her DMS that were trying to talk to her.
they are titled as “DL males” but then i had a thought via “the root”…