this is a warning to anyone.
but especially these lost and lazy straight males,
who decide to give sex work a shot.
news flash:

Many of the attentionistos,
personal trainers,
aspiring __,
and whatever can be put in a “about me” are giving more than digital dick.

there is nothing wrong with getting paid to test drive a muscle bawdy.
some males are making bread doing lightweight escorting.
after that last entry,
these lost and sometimes lazy males have to be careful…

i was fonting with that wolf i met in the group chat the other night.
he asked me:

“With everything you went through,
are you ruthless with the way you are with people?
I am.
If someone does anything to hurt me,
I go off.”

my response…

a season of ghosting,
or aka season of isolation,
is not the kind where you just need a weekend to recharge.
it’s the kind that sneaks up after a breakup,
a major disappointment,
job loss,
or losing someone you love.
suddenly,
you don’t feel like doing anything or being around anyone.
this season can last days,
weeks,
and sometimes,
it can last for even years.
i accepted that i’ve been in my ghosting era for a while now…

There is a scene in sex and the city where Carrie fucks someone’s husband.
That someone’s husband,
Mr. Big,
was the love of her life.
The victim was the vixen,
Natasha,
that he chose after he broke up with carrie.
Whenever Carrie saw Natasha,
she did everything to get her forgiveness.
Natasha wanted nothing to do with it or Carrie.
Every time she sees Carrie,
her body language makes it perfectly clear she hates her.

someone said something about this situation that blew me away.
they said it wasn’t that carrie was sorry about the situation.
she didn’t give a fuck she fucked mr. big in their bed and got caught.
the real issue is…

on the last day of february,
which i didn’t realize was the last day,
i randomly made the decision that i wanted a reset.
i was seeing a lot of signs about starting over.
i legit had a notification pop up on my phone:

“Begin again“.

um,
isn’t that weird????????
a lot of shit went down on the last day of last month or leading up to it that week…

This picture is brutal but it is life.
It is the circle of life.

i had a dream about this picture last night and it came with a message.
as you can see,
that picture is a leopard who killed a monkey,
while its child clung to its lifeless body.
it was shot by igor altuna.
what’s interesting is that…