settling.

i always compared settling to shopping.
i know, the label hoe within my spirit.
i always felt like settling was going into one store and seeing a shirt i really liked.
they had no more in my size.
just the one in a bigger size that i know can’t fit me.
instead of maybe waiting for a few days or going to another store somewhere in the city,
i buy it in fear of losing out on such a great item.
or, never being able to get it because of fear.
come time to wear it to an event and it is too big and very ill-fitting.
i kick myself because i could have picked out another shirt or go to another store and see something better.

that seems to be the problem some of us having with dating.
we aren’t label whores when it comes to wolves, foxes, or even hybrids.
we just pick anything with a cute face, nice body, and a fat wallet.
seeing as how this lifestyle is “high on demand” and “less on quality“,
i often wondered if it is okay to settle for something that may just not be your perfect fit?
just pick up any ol whatever in the event we won’t be alone.
deal with whatever until we’re bored with him,
or until he shows us that he is really cheap material.
when it comes to settling…

Are we just doing it so we can say we have “it“?

Continue reading “He Was Like… Loafers From Payless When I Really Wanted Christian Louboutin” →

it’s all in his body.
his amazing muscular/toned body.
he is a modern day greek god.
he spends hours a day working out and sculpting that absolute perfection.
in his pictures online, he is always giving you a pure bred “WOLF“.
you would not think otherwise.
he has the poses down and the look on “i’m fucking you so hard tonight“.
the way he rocks a fitted and sags his jeans makes you think he should be doing a duet with drake or meek mill.
he has a thousand foxes, jackals, and hyenas lusting after him in his online pictures.
the thirst is definitely real.

but in some twist of fate, you see him in person.
you instantly get brick.
he walks up to you,
or you observe him from afar,
and then this flies out his mouth:

Don’t you hate thatttttttttttt?

Continue reading “That Wolf Is Really The Sexy Girlfriend” →

do you know when you are looking like an idiot?
i mean, we all know at some point when we are fucking up.
we let someone in our lives and that person becomes our “all”,
we lose our focus and end up in a very dark place.
we stop calling our friends.
family becomes pushed to the side.
everything becomes about “him”.
we start being him.
we start to lose ourselves.
we don’t even realize he is trying to play us.
you think you are doing good,
but this mofo was the worst thing to come in your life.
do you really know when you have completely gone from “doing well“…
to “damn homie! you was the man homie…!”?
i started to wonder…

Can some dick/cheeks really be bad for you?

Continue reading “I Turned Him Out With Good Food, Good Sex, Good Talk… and He Bought Me A House.” →

As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers (niggas) that I wanna sex – Notorious BIG, Dreams.

i think some downlow wolves are sexy as shit.

i know.
what you want me to do?
i’m sorry.
my truth committed a sin and your life has been affected.
i’ll send you a “i’m sorry” card in the mail.
but check it out…
downlow men are always going to be sexy because:

• forbidden “fruits” are always sweeter (no pun intended)
• the maximum fantasy
• the sex unhinges the bed

it is normal to be attracted to something you can’t have.
why do you think celebrities are in business?
i think people are always curious about things that are forbidden.
with anything forbidden, it can come with a lot of problems.
i also think downlow is always glorified as a witch hunt.
explains why some of them do what they do.
but, what if you met a downlow guy who was willing to follow all your rules…
…as long as you respected his?
is that still wrong?
is he still a demon who needs to be beaten with a cross?
i started to wonder…

What is really wrong with being on the down low?

Continue reading “Dreams Of F*cking A Down Low Wolf Dick (I’m Just Playin’ What I’m Sayin)” →

it was the punch heard around the world.
joseline straight tore into stevie j’s cheating ass.
as amusing as it was,
it was also a sad reality for some.
there is some fox now,
reading this entry,
whose wolf just came on one of his hoe’s butt cheeks after an intense session.

i know i have played the side fox on many of occasions.
i was more an “emotional hoe” than anything else.
i have since learned from those mistakes.
i always felt emotional cheating was the worst of them all.
thank god i never got the “skeet in the fact/bye bye” special.
but, is this to be expected in a lifestyle were wolves want their cake, ice cream, donuts, and steak dinner all in one?
i started to wonder…

Are you okay playing Boyfriend #2, #3, or even #25?

Continue reading “You Can Fuck Other Hoes As Long As You Don’t Kiss Them On The Mouth” →

wolves love sex.
wolves also love vixens can be pretty, cook, and clean…
but if her coochie is wack: he will lose interest.
look at halle berry.
one of the most beautiful women in the world and can’t keep a man.
and word on the street is, she has had quite a lot of bone in her.
i had a conversation with a straight wolf yesterday and he made it clear.
if the coochie and head is wack,
he fades to black.
i was amused because he was dead serious.
shit, i feel the same way.
if the wolf has terrible pipe,
i’m out of sight.
(i love rhyming lol)

but, i took the conversation with me.
i started to wonder:

Is your boring butt cheeks keeping you from a Wolf?

Continue reading “Is That Coochie Even Worth Cuffin (Coochie, Coochie Cuffin)?” →