Isn’t it wild how the moment someone problematic drops their clothes,
everyone suddenly forgets what a mess they were?

take james charles,
who will be the example in this entry.
he was public enemy number one for the last few years.
( x see why here )
he was responsible for this iconic stan twitter meme:

the second some alleged video sext leakage put that big white tail on display…

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We really need to stop handing out microphones to just anyone.

a VIX-BI tipped me off with the latest scoop.
apparently,
there’s a DL baller wolf playing for a NY team,
along with being on both teams.
he decided to grace @jeffperlaa’s IG with his presence…

I couldn’t help but wonder:
Do we cling to comfort because it’s familiar…
or is it the drama that truly keeps us hooked?

This weekend,
I had to hit pause on my straight wolf friend.
He loves to entangle me with stories about his toxic ex.
It’s a a classic case of ‘complain today; fuck her tomorrow.’
He went on about how their ‘comfort sex’ is somehow worth the emotional whiplash,
because even though he is having sex with other vixens that “are addicted to his big dick”,
he hopes they might get back together.
Honestly,
it’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.

Then there’s my straight vixen friend.
We worked at a past job together and around that time.
it was going great and she was extremely happy.
Of course,
there’s that one manager who’s turned her workdays into a living hell.
Despite sending out applications left and right,
she’s been there for over four years.
The job fits like a glove in every other way but that one toxic element is suffocating her.
The thought of starting over somewhere else?
Mentally exhausting.

comfort…

I had to wonder:
Isn’t it wild how people can show their true colors when they are supposed to be your friends?

i’ve had two scenarios in my life that are like a bad rerun on repeat.

First: there were those moments when everyone watched me get dragged through the mud by someone i fell out with in a group,
yet no one had my back when they saw i was being done wrong.
It was very “Kill Bill”.

They were all too eager to turn on me because the “leader” had more clout.
Some of those situations were with the straights.
The vixens got catty and the straights weren’t going to align with “the sus one”.

don’t act like gays aren’t like this.
skin folk and gay folk don’t always be your skinfolks.

Two: there’s the scenario where someone I thought was cool starts hanging out with and promoting someone that i didn’t fuck with/vice versa.

all those situations are fucked up but as usual…

I had to wonder:
Is it fair to ask Kamala Harris to be the savior of black people alone?

my friend threw this at me today,
and honestly,
i had to do a double take.
kamala harris isn’t just here to champion black folks...

I had to wonder:
Is 2024 trying to ruin all the wolves i’ve fantasized about?

ex-baller wolf,
dez bryant,
is turning into the male amber rose.
it was their looks and mystery that drove us wild.
remember him in his prime:

sure,
dez has actual talent and amber rose looked cute.
sadly,
both have fallen victim to the same fate:

Revealing too much and removing all doubt.

dez bryant made his mark with that attitude…

that big mouth,
and those loose (twitter) fingers.
instead of playing football,
he’s always wearing cowboy hats,
angry about something,
and living comfortably as a twitter influencer.
he decided to hop on the misinformation bandwagon about the female boxing vixen from algeria,
imane khelif….