i don’t know if this has always been a thing,
or maybe my allergies are turnt TF up today,
but the bananas i bought the other day smelled…

what if humiliation wasn’t the end of the road but the ticket in?
before we pledge a frat or soror (for the vixens who read),
they drag us through public embarrassment and being hazed first.
once we endure the humiliation?
doors swing open and connections stack like poker chips.
all you gotta say is you are part of one of the many frats/sorors and boom:

kim kardashian might be the accidental godmother of this rule.
her sex tape “leaked“,
constant ridicule,
and being a punchline but yet,
the public shaming got her to billionaire status.
she is the blueprint to all the narc selfies,
nudes/stroke resume leakages,
and maybe even the “influencer” trend.
lately,
i’ve come to the conclusion…

sometimes,
i ask myself:
what forest am i living in right now?
it’s seems like a combo platter of:

a) a dream
b) a whole other timeline
c) hell
d) God’s new vision for the unserious
e) all of the above

absolutely nothing makes sense anymore.
tbh,
i don’t nothing will ever be the same.
we are too far down this circus to come out the other side.
remember ^that vixen up there?
she is the one that put the gorilla glue in her hair?

her name is tessa and because we are in the forest of the unserious,
she is going to star in a movie about,
well…

ariana grande has a song i’m really into called,
“yes, and?“.
its the song version of this:

the song was allegedly made addressing all the home wrecking rumors with her new partner.
ariana can be ruthless about the wolves she wants.
tbh:

if more people would say that one phrase when they know they know they wrong,
i’d respect them more.
making excuses to justify bad behavior annoys me.
stand in your triflin’ ass shit.

i don’t know how draya put this on the rih’s socials and wasn’t embarrassed but:

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jalen is 23 and draya is 40.
her own son is 23 too.
that is a wild age gap.
i can understand a late 20s dip in your 40s but early 20s in your 40s is out of control.
that is heading in:

“does he know how to wipe his tail properly?
“did he eat his vegetables?“.

someone dragged her for that age gap and she responded that ageism is like…
homophobia…

i’ve realized that i’ve spent my entire life performing for family,
“friends”,
jobs,
and of course,
wolves i really liked.
the forest was my stage and everyone was my audience but in reality:

the more i performed; the less i found myself being accepted and respected.

many people didn’t stick around as much effort as i put in.
once they left,
i still found myself performing for their approval.
i wanted people that don’t even matter to still see me in some way.
it caused me to be consumed by the dark arts of the performance,
all the while making me doubt myself in where i stand in my life if i wasn’t “the star”.
as i have been healing many parts of me that are broken…

let’s font you meet someone and they’re fine.
no actually,
they are:

F-I-ONE

fine with the “i“,
ya’ll click on all kinds of shit.
i mean,
insta-chemistry.
when asked about their political views,
they admit but in fear of being judged:

“Uh, yeah, I voted for our new president and his current administration.”

case in point:

many of the white vixens are not playing with that shit nowadays.
so even tho ya’ll click on so many things,
and they are physically your type,
do you stick around still regardless of who they voted for?
do you leave?
well when laverne cox made this post:

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i was concerned for her hairline how far ya’ll pushed her wig back.
when she explained how she felt after ya’ll played hackey sack with her wig…