I thank one of my faithful readers for sending me this story.

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I have always thought men who were so anti-gay, were gay.
Imo, gays are a mirror of them.
They hate on them because they hate the way they are feeling.
Later in life, they will be regulars at Splash, standing on the wall hoping to be noticed.
Pay attention to all these masculine queens, as I like to call them, on Twitter and Tumblr.
(George Hill and Steven Beck for example)
They give a GREAT straight and hate gays showing them love
(although these boys enjoy the attention from all the thirst).
Low key, they are giving a solid GAY and don’t know it yet
(or maybe already do?).

But, this article sheds some light on my theory...

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Now, I am all for jump off sex with a DL Wolf.

They are NOT for cuffing purposes PERIOD.
This is where some of ya’ll go terribly wrong.
You get a nice stiff penis from a man, or trade as they call it.

You call him over in the late night hour,
fuck him all kinds of stupid,
and then send him home until you need some more penis.
They even make great test subjects to practice giving head on.
Might I add, they are also the biggest tricks.
It is NOTHING to get them to pay a bill or buy you dinner.

But, DL Wolves have an issue about them that make them more annoying…
I’m here to teach them how to keep being sexy….

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Ya know, I have been thinking today…

Thinking: my worst enemy, right?
But, I have been thinking how grateful I am for all of you guys who read.
I can never say it enough, but I am extremely blessed.
From the views, to the lurkers, to the comments: Aaaahhhhhh, I get all mushy thinking about it.

Oh shut up, you know your ass is smiling.
I know that we only communicate through words, but those words definitely bring us closer.
I try to write or supply you guys with something nice every day, just to bring us closer.
See, it is all in my master plan of Fox World Domination.
Patience, my Foxes, Hybrids and Wolves out there.

*insert evil genius laugh track here*

That being said…

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Well, not that kind of fall.
But, this letter was written to Vixens who think everyone is DL…
Surprisingly from Essence magazine…

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You get your first hit when you get a little bit of attention.
Then, you start craving it more and more.
That high you got the first time…
you need that again and again.
So, you start thinking of ways to get more.
You start selling bits and pieces of your soul.
Then you see others just like you.
What they do starts to take over your mind.
Next thing you know, you are addicted and your mind is completely gone.

FAME can be a horrible drug to overdose on.

I def saw myself wanting to be addicted to FAME at one point.
I craved the 25,000 followers and the attention that came with it.
But in this new day and age,
social media being the way of self expression,
and random people doing the most outrageous things to get seen:

EVERYONE WANTS FAME

The high that people receive when everyone knows their name is better than any form of weed or cocaine.
But, what happens when FAME starts to take over your mind?
What happens when you start being controlled by FAME?
What happens when you lose your FAME and have to turn social tricks to get it again?
Why does everyone, who are actually no ones, chase FAME?
I started to wonder…

Why is everyone trying to be the STAR?

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I woke up with an Epiphany this morning.
Before I could wipe the cold out my eyes and pop a toothbrush in my mouth,
I was awoken by the sound of my inner voice screaming.
Sounds psycho, I know.
But, I have been feeling somewhat… down and disgusted these last few days.
I have been feeling “tired”, “worried”, and “over it”.
It has been making me sick and throwing up.
Somehow and somewhere, I picked up bad acid reflux or something.
I would rather be in bed sleep than actively doing anything.
And when I had to go somewhere, I wasn’t fully invested.
I must have been hit with some kind of depression that crept on me like a vine.

But, where THE FUCK did it come from?…

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