Gay culture,
Black gay twitter,
Black gay IG,
and the Foxhole makes and breaks these attentionistos.

there was a white wolf that came across my feed last year.
he was part of a trio of sexy wolves from montana.
i should have known the following from montana.
their brand is cosplaying as cowboys.
imo,
he was the sexiest out the three,
even though the one who dated kristin cavallari is who everyone wants to fuck.

i watched his snap every day because of his biceps,
pecs,
and his print.
he is also really handsome too and i was enjoying his content until…

Two weeks ago,
He took a trip with one of the others in the group to that place our new president lives.
He tried to pretend he wasn’t there until he got caught and came clean.
He was posing with the new presidents pictures and said,
“this place is lit!”.

…and that was the end of that.
i unfollowed with the quickness and never looked back.
even though this wolf didn’t have a freak twitter,
^that tweet above is funny because it’s so true.
i’d like to add some more to the list that turn me off…

Gay or straight,
Black or white,
Big or Small,
Slim or thick.
Allies.

there are many people,
we won’t font any names or races,
that suddenly want black folks to stand with them atm.
they want us to become allies,
march,
and sing kumbuya in the streets but…

And.
Here.
We.

Go.

so its only been a week in this new administration and i’m exhausted.
i’ve noticed my tolerance and patience is at an all time low.
i read that our new president decided to continue living up to all expectations earlier:

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a Foxholer sent me what this means in terms to understand…

People learning the hard way…
again.
and again.
and again.

here’s the thing…

What is it about villains like Lydia from Breaking Bad that stick with us long after their story ends?

i promise you,
i think about her often.
she was cold,
calculating,
and had this neurotic obsession with control.
she let others do her dirty work,
thinking she could sit comfortably on her untouchable pedestal.
in the end…

This is what it said when I went to the store this morning.

i just started making bomb omelettes too.
ugh.
you know the saying:

“You don’t know what you got til it’s gone.”

well,
i think the first to go in the new world order is the eggs.
eggs use to be like 4/carton for me.
nowadays…