“I think you should have him dry hump you.
To feel that body on top of you even if you don’t want to get penetrated.
At least,
add that to the session.”

when i fonted that to a Foxholer,
one who was paying for sex work with a “straight but gay for pay” attentionisto…

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Have you ever wondered why we all feel this pressure to overachieve at work,
even when we know it’s a trap?

this morning,
pose hit me with a question that stopped me in my tracks:

“Have you learned any other lessons from working in corporate?”

…and,
well,
the truth is…

Is it just me or do we all know a male who seems to be living in a perpetual state of scrutiny?

maybe it’s us right now?
as we navigate the high-stakes forest of corporate life,
or even if we are in entertainment or sports,
the whispers begin the moment we start to climb the ladder.

“Is he married?”
“Does he have kids?”
“I don’t see him talking about anyone special…”

once those whispers gain volume,
especially if we are hiding who we are inside,
we will do anything to lower them.
we duck for cover with “the ugly“,
“the desperate“,
or some black males get with “the white” to keep a low profile.
in all of those spaces,
it’s better optics to have a vixen on your arm around your straight (or white) peers.
even in our families,
among our friends,
at church,
or in the neighborhood,
if you’re a guy without that “basic” life…

It never fails.

i woke up today in a moody mental space.
it’s probably the cancer “i hate everything” in me.
i’ve accepted and owned that.
this morning’s agenda was to run a few errands.
i threw on:

Hoodie
Sweats
Dad Hat
Crocs

i was not really in a “see or be seen” kind of mood.
as i’m outside,
i decided to go to supermarket to pick up a few items.
as soon as i step in there,
i don’t know what holiday today is but…

When your enemy is making a mistake,
let them.
No need to play savior.

i love for jackals and hyenas doing dumb shit.
every single one (or three) of them who’s tried to come for me?
they may have won a round or two but i always win the war.
that’s the thing with fools:

They only plan a few steps ahead not realizing the future has their own downfall.

fonting of bad moves…

Remember when JD Vance called every vice without kids a “cat lady” at the start of this election?

like,
that’s the insult you’re going with?
it alienated a whole chunk of voters.
taylor swift has owned it,
claiming the childless cat lady title,
and i’m here to font that…

i don’t even need to font this for The Foxhole…

Last night’s debate between Kamala Harris and Trump?

utter disaster.
i mean,
like,
eye-openly bad for him.
kamala snatched donald’s wig,
threw it on the floor,
and used it as a hacky sack.
the moment she mentioned his rallies,
it was game over for what was holding his mental health together.

Foxhole tip: the quickest way to unravel a narcissist?
Bruise their ego.

now,
two of the things i really loved…