I fucked that nigga again.
It was good, as always.
But, I don’t want to tie him down.
We fucked on the first day we met so why would I tie him down?
So I just keep on fallin for a fat ass.
None of these bottoms make it hard for a nigga.
Too many hoes out here.
– a real admission from a Wolf.

——

Is he right?
I feel like he is.
There ARE way too many hoes out here.
You can get online and talk to someone with no self worth to fuck.
They think because they met a “trade“,
they need to prove themselves by sucking the skin off his dick and letting him smash raw.
But, how do you prove to these Wolves you are different?
How do you prove you are more than just a meaningless fuck?
Or, because we are gay, we will never be looked at more than that?
I had to ask…

Are we, as Foxes, all just waiting to be chose?

Continue reading “I Choked On His Penis and Even Let Him Run A Train On Me… and I Still Ain’t Get Chose.” →

“Wassup?”
“Nothing, sup with you?”
“Nada.”
“Who knew I would meet you on a chat site.”
“Yeah…”
“I had a feeling you got down.”
“Was I obvious?”
“Just to me…”
“Oh ok cool…”
“What are you looking for?”
“Just someone to get down with, ya know?”
“Are you out?”
“Hell naw!”
“Lol juss asking…”
“Naw, I’m private. Just discreet with it…”

You got him.
He could have been a classmate,
a work colleague,
or even that dude you see every time you go to the bodega.
Those who are lucky got that Baller they were scheming on.
But in a word of sex, lies, and outings…

Can he trust you?

Continue reading “Two Can Keep A Secret… If One of Them Is Dead.” →

you know sally had a saying when life makes you deal with mean and hateful people think of them as sand paper. they may scratch you they may rub you in the wrong way, but eventually you will polished and smooth and the sandpaper… well, it will be worn and ugly. (Beyonce, The Fighting Temptations)

It hurts when you are treated like trash, don’t it?

Have you ever done good for someone (or people),
and it goes UN-acknowledged and UN-appropriated?
That seems to have been my experiences of “When Proving Myself Goes Wrong“…
But, you learn to not over-extend yourself to people who you know won’t give a fuck.
That is what happened when I went back to my old job Friday….
Continue reading “One Man’s Trash Can Make The Whole Block Smell Good” →

I’M LOOKING FOR A MAN.

1 tweet.
75 re-tweets.
10 favorites.
250 mentions.

Dating has turned into social media spectacle.
The social media spectacle has turned into a hot ass mess.
That hot ass mess is our reality.

Social media has destroyed dating, yet it has advanced our life in many ways.
It allows us to connect with people from the past,
take pictures of our daily lives,
and show our exact “geo” on a map.
But, it has pretty much set us back when it comes to finding a good man.

How many times have you met someone online,
go on a great date with him,
hit it off well,
and come home that night to see him back online?

But, what if all this tweeting and Facebooking has become a convenient mask?
You don’t even need to fuck anymore.
I can Skype your OoVoo in my face.
Sigh.
I started to wonder…

Has social media made it harder to date?

Continue reading “I’ll Tweet That Wolf To Go And Then Friend Him For Life!” →

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In the Concrete Forest,
it is important to have a great team behind you.
Sadly with the small amount of people to trust,
you must have a “Bad Friend Beacon” on everyone who comes into your space.
It is relatively easy once you have been fucked over by bad people.
They start showing their true colors even if they come off a standard black and white.
Never think that because you tell all your secrets to someone,
they are actually keeping them.
They could keep them in storage OR telling someone else that is their friend.
So how can you spot someone with the evil eye?
How can you make sure you never fall into the “bad friend” net?
I had to wonder…

What ABOUT the people I call my “friends“?

Continue reading “How To Spot A Bad Bitch… And Not In The Good Way 101” →

At what point do you finally say:

FUCK THIS NIGGA!
HE GOTTA GO!

I know that we meet Wolves who get in our heads and turn us out.
It is alway based on looks, sex, money, or loneliness.
In some sad cases, it’s all 4.
I am lucky to not have met any that have attempted to drag me down…. yet.
Star Fox was in a knock down, drag out that he finally realized his worth.
It took another Fox to hold a mirror in-front of him to realize that.

 I think a Fox has broken free….

Continue reading “The Wolf Whose Fur Has Gotten So Cheap You Could See Right Through Him” →