*someone in the life will relate to this.
true story from my experience.
many moons ago,
when i was in entertainment really heavy,
i invited this dude over to my crib because he wanted to talk about his career in entertainment.
he said he was available after 11pm on a saturday night.
every time he saw me,
he flirted with me.
i assumed he was cumming to fuck the shit outta me.
i wanted him too because he was my type.
when he got over to my crib,
he was heavy on the flirting like it was verbal foreplay.
there was one point he was dancing and put his crotch in my face.
i’m usually not bold with wolves,
but i went decided to try something new.
when he sat on my couch,
he opened up his body language to me.
legs were open; hands were leaned back on the couch.
he had nice lips and i kissed him.
he kissed back and then said:
“...so i’m not gay.“
he wasn’t angry,
but he responded like this has happened many times before.
i felt so naked and vulnerable afterward.
it was a feeling i couldn’t explain.
feeling like someone had my secret in their back pocket?
i felt open and not in a good way.
we never spoke again.
i was on youtube today and came across a scene from one of my favorite movies.
i watched it when i was really young and it made me feel uncomfortable.
when i watched this scene as an adult,
i totally understood it…
i get it.
the city is pretty empty and folks are running wild down there.
during the panorama,
the forests of new yawk are literally a ghost town.
so what better way to enjoy that ghost town is to hoe around.
( x king nasir did a hoe world tour down in times square )
i haven’t taken the train since march.
what is that?
i’ve seen some wild shit on the train so this might be actually normal to me…
Continue reading “baby, let me use your face as a seat instead of the bench in the times square station”
i love when someone who treated you shitty comes back to apologize.
i love when someone who treated you shitty comes back to try and fuck.
it never fails with the gays and trans of the forests.
you go off to live your best life and that homophobic jackal comes sniffing back around.
a gay in new zealand who goes by “trash puss“,
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which goes against the loa,
got an interesting phone call from his homophobic bully of a jackal…
trans vixens will always let you know they’re real vixens,
but they still out males who sleep with them for being “gay”.
i’m often confused when i hear these stories.
there comes a point in your life when it’s time to say:
“I keep getting caught up and it’s with the same scenario.
It might be time for me to live my truth.”
living one’s truth doesn’t mean it’s some declaration on social media.
it simply means:
“I like what I like and I have no insecurities about it.”
is it time for young buck to alleged live his truth?
he keeps allegedly getting caught up with trans vixens and they keep outing him.
he had an interview on “vladtv” denying being involved with any trans vixens in the past:
and the survey says…
i love when i’m with a wolf,
he is behind me,
and we are crazy into whatever song we are vibin” too.
he is grinding tf outta me and picks me up and starts pounding me in mid-air.
coming from barbados,
dancing can literally be sex on the dance floor.
it’s much different than when a male is actually smashing you.
i’ve learned that just because someone can dance effortlessly,
that doesn’t always translate the same in the bedroom.
i saw a video on twitter of spanish wolf,
dry humping a bed…
i was telling my therapist how i’ve been in my emotional bag today.
i’ve been off af.
things are weird.
the energy is weird.
as he put it,
i am probably in an “emotional plague” and to go with it.
i felt a little better and decided to check my ig dms.