Can you believe it’s about to be a week tomorrow?

i’ve been riding a wave of emotions since last tuesday.
optimism,
anger,
denial,
and now,
i’ve finally landed on full-blown depression.
there’s one question that just keeps playing on a loop in my head…

“You drunk poison to teach someone else a lesson.”

ya know,
i’m seeing this discourse about why kamala harris supposedly “lost”,
and the takes are giving high-key delusion.

“She had too many celebrity endorsements.”
“She wasn’t a good speaker.”
“She wasn’t black enough.”
“She never talked policies.”
“She clung too close to biden.”

interestingly enough,
the other candidate did all of those those things but it’s ignored.
let’s be 110%,
kamala pulled together a pretty damn sharp campaign in just 90 days.
she put in the work and tried something different than the others.
the reality is…

yesterday,
i was about to do something silly.

I was gonna send a mass text to everyone in my phone,
letting them know that if they voted for that man,
or they didn’t vote at all,
that we would not be speaking again.

in fantasy,
that felt good.

“Yeah,
Jamari,
you’re sticking it to em!”

in reality,
that does more damage and is actually very childish.
so after i sat with myself for a little bit,
i decided to…

Lady Liberty is giving her toxic ex another chance.

he’s been begging and coppin’ pleas to get her back.
just when we thought we’d seen the last of him,
she lets him back in.
unlike the last time he was with her,
back in 2016,
he is coming with a bunch of new friends.
tbh,
it’s not like lady liberty’s been her strongest self lately..

Shawn Mendes admitted recently he is still trying to figure his sexuality out.

i get it.
there was a point where i was in the prison of the struggle.
in a few ways,
i still struggle.
sometimes,
i think many gay folks forget what the stuggle was/is like.
before we became “yassified” and hungry little animals for cum,
there was a fearful place of “nah i’m good” to anything remotely gay.
i’ll never forget…

What if a male is the ultimate fantasy to fuck,
but once you have both fucked each other’s brains out…
that’s it?
No sparks,
No substance,
and just one giant meh.

everyone’s still buzzing about victoria monét and john gaines jr. splitting up.
apparently,
she’s moving on:

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leaving everyone asking:
why would victoria let go of such a fine,
fine,
and “did i font fine” wolf like john?

“If i was with John,
I’d fuck him absolutely stupid,
bathe him,
and drink his bath water,” said literally almost every gay and vixen on Bey’s internet.

but i want to challenge a thought…