I had to wonder:
Why do we always find ourselves stuck playing “The Free Therapist” to those trapped in a toxic relationship?

there’s nothing more exhausting than the friend who’s stuck on the ride of an ain’t shit jackal.
her other vixen friends have learned to tune her out,
so she comes to her best gay with her tales of woe,
knowing we’ll lend an ear and be ready to ride out.
she’ll present you with a dossier of evidence of his bad behavior.
swearing up and down that she’s done,
but once the loneliness kicks in and there’s no other wolf waiting in the wings…

Guess who’s soft debuting on socials with her ‘ain’t shit’ jackal?

rinse and repeat until the next break up for another free therapy session.

take keke palmer,
for example.
she ( x stirred up all that drama ) about her baby daddy,
darius daulton,
last year.
we thought she was done but yesterday…

Foxhole,
you know the drill:

Have you ever noticed how those who shout the loudest against something…
Blah,
blah,
blah.

when it comes to anti-gay politics,
this meme floating around sums it up perfectly:

a nice big helping of closet cock.
so in a very odd turn of events,
ex-classmates of trump’s running mate,
jd vance,
couldn’t wait to spill this.
while jd was busy condemning drag,
let’s just font,
his alleged past is being exposed from the back of his closet…

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...

Life was all about foreshadowing this morning.

around 7 am,
my home-wolf hit me up with a tiktok about the governor of minnesota,
tim walz.

absolutely random.
he was saying he would like walz for kamala’s vp pick.

Sidebar: my home-wolf is not into Kamala at all.
He’s a die-hard Bernie Sanders stan.

his concern: “he has that old white guy look.”
btw,
my home-wolf is white.
so i asked him if he had seen the other politicians from past and present?
biden,
trump,
nixon,
bernie,
and even jfk…
they don’t/didn’t exactly look like they swam in the fountain of youth.
just as i sent that message to him…

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….