that last entry bothered me.
well, magic mike was a strange movie.
i was just there for the dancing.
but, that entry about that hyena who was giving the vomit head.
that was so odd to me.
i wanted to give that misguided hyena a hug.
seriously.
he needed one.
or 27,000.
i watched the videos and asked myself how did he get to this point?
when did giving free head become the new fallback career?
was it society?
or, was it insecurity?
maybe if he took that skill he is so proud of,
and tried to turn it into a money making career,
he would be paid.
but i’m sure if you called him a “hoe“,
he would get insulted.
this is why i could never take these boys seriously.
they are okay being free hoes.
paying the wolf to suck him off.
who does that??!?!?
i had to ask…

Are these hyenas and jackals comfortable being ratchet?

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the world is filled with perfect strangers.
we are also one of those strangers.
we all have to interact with each other and play nice.
but what bout those who you see that make you feel a certain way?
that tingle.
you know what i’m talking about.
don’t act stupid now.
have you ever felt a certain way about someone who you felt you “loved“?
something inside felt like it plugged yourself into them.
daily as you interacted,
your feelings started to grow for this person.
could be the best friend,
new friend,
or the “straight friend”.
one day, you just knew you would get that.
every scenario felt like a scene from a 90s black movie.
love jones?
best man?
how you tryna get your groove back?

is this crazy?
or, is this just the everyday life of us…
..connecting with these walking blocks of “blood, bones, and feelings“?
i started to wonder…

Can you fall for someone you barely know?

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oh, how the world loves a fat ol donkey ass.
as a vixen, you get access into VIP and some baller wolf pipe.
as a fox, you get bumped to the front of the pipe line of the exclusive wolves and hybrids.
why wouldn’t anyone want one?
now that you can buy one,
it is the hot new item for christmas this year.
but, i started to wonder if having a fat ol donkey ass is all that it’s cracked up to be?
(cracked… get it?)
because it seems like your face, personality, and health status are bounced out the equation.
all for a night inside that fat ol donkey ass.
i started to wonder…

Is a “fat ol donkey ass” the new “face“?

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“hoe-mones” are a big fucking problem.

those who aren’t getting it like rabbits in spring are horny as hell.
no, you aren’t weird.
the world is just a dangerous place.
plus, we want a steady fuck buddy/relationship these days.
not, “yet another new tag on our walls tonight“ lifestyle.

when you get tired of meeting the same ol same ol,
you become celibate.
you hope that as you live your life masturbating quite frequently,
you will meet someone that will finally give you a regular smash session.
but, what happens when your “hoe-mones” take over and cloud your judgement?
it doesn’t allow you to take it slow?
and, is it the cause of insecurities we may have when we meet someone new?

i started to wonder…

Do you have too much sex on the brain?

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quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

Continue reading “His Pipe Is American Express… But He Treats Me Like The Dollar Store.” →

I HAVE STOPPED JACKING OFF…

i know.
WHAT?
i’m serious.
yup, you read right.
jamari fox hasn’t choked his chicken, manhandled his meat, or dribbled his basketballs in 2 days.
an accomplishment if i do say so myself.
i’m trying something new.
something that has me feeling like a hungry werewolf locked up in a cage.
i have this new found energy that has me on a total high.

in this lifestyle,
we are either gigantic hoes or big time meat beaters.
some of us don’t want to have 20 dicks in and out of us,
so we wake up and look at about 20 dicks going in and out of someone else.
but if too much sex with random strangers is bad for us,
is too much jacking off worst?
some of us get caught up in fucking ourselves,
that we dismiss trying to get fucked/fuck someone else.
do we become addicted to that safe feeling that we forget to get someone to touch us?
i started to wonder…

Are you fucking yourself by fucking yourself?

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