there are many trans vixens who baffle me in 2025.
like,
straight up “i need an updated file” type of baffling.
anytime i font about the following and ask a particular question,
no one has anything to say/font back.

Trans vixens can’t be seen as vixens but outing males like gay males.

it’s like they are still living as gay males with female trauma.
a trans she jackal in houston exposed males in her DMS that were trying to talk to her.
they are titled as “DL males” but then i had a thought via “the root”…

And.
Here.
We.

Go.

so its only been a week in this new administration and i’m exhausted.
i’ve noticed my tolerance and patience is at an all time low.
i read that our new president decided to continue living up to all expectations earlier:

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a Foxholer sent me what this means in terms to understand…

Can you believe it’s about to be a week tomorrow?

i’ve been riding a wave of emotions since last tuesday.
optimism,
anger,
denial,
and now,
i’ve finally landed on full-blown depression.
there’s one question that just keeps playing on a loop in my head…

Do black folks deserve stars?

do we deserve our own to showcase their talent,
representation,
or a seat at the table?
it seems like when black people step into the spotlight,
we’re celebrated until we’re not.
it even happens to black sex workers on onlyfans.
yes,
even the straight ones.

Why does it seem we tolerate our people “until”?

now read me correctly,
this isn’t about the ones we shouldn’t have given fame to in the first place…

I had to wonder:
Have you ever just had to curse God out real stink?
Ugh.

yesterday,
i woke up feeling on top of the forest,
with a perfectly curated plan for my week.
by evening,
life threw a curve ball straight to my gut.
naturally,
i did what any rational but slightly unhinged new yawker would do…

Don’t you ever get tired of dealing with people’s shady bullshit?

this morning,
i found myself headed dangerously close on the edge of sanity,
ready to go nuclear over someone’s latest nonsense.
someone i already know to be a certain way but hoping for a different outcome.
my bad.
in life,
we are going to face all kinds of abusive assholes.
i’ve always liked an asshole up front where i can see them.
i hate the ones who throws stones and hides behind a mask of innocence.
thankfully,
a dear friend pulled me back from the brink with a simple yet profound truth…