as millennials start aging,
we are gonna start seeing:

All the daddies start becoming legit daddies.

single daddies,
at that.
if he’s fine,
prepare for vixens to plotting to get bred.
fine baby daddy = pretty kid and baby daddy dick when needed.
i asked myself:

“How much kids is too much kids?”

2×2 baby mamas is pushing it for me.
3×3 baby mamas = heavily in the not interested.
all those baby mamas means:

How will he afford to do anything with me?

duke dennis is one of the attractive black streamers.

even tho he is cosplaying to look like future heavy,
he is “the sexy one” within the black streaming community.
that is until it was revealed he has 8 children…

What if masculinity wasn’t what we were taught to admire?
What if it was something quieter,
steadier,
and far more powerful?

when someone loves us for who we are,
not for our highlight reels,
not for our past,
and not for who they want us to be but:

The real,
unfiltered,
and sometimes ugly us.

yes,
the ugly us.
the one underneath the filters.
the one that has the demons and the insecurities.
when they don’t flinch or are embarrassed at our flaws.
the one who don’t play bout you and will square up if someone disrespects you.

You better hold on to them.
Tight. AF

i used to believe masculinity lived in the gym.
it was big biceps,
played sports,
and an intimidating stare.
some males,
sure,
but i’ve learned:

Just because someone looks like a man,
that doesn’t mean they act like one.

muscles don’t equal depth; a scowl doesn’t make you safe.
masculinity is not a role we play,
a script we memorize,
or photos we post.
it’s how we show up for ourselves and our loved ones,
especially when no one’s watching.
i thought about this when alex fine spoke out after cassie’s testimony yesterday…

Do men brag because they’re proud…
or because they’re hiding their true nature?

we can always count on a male to tell us how big his dick is.
the details won’t be spared on how well he plans to use it on us.
he’ll brag about how thick his wallet is and how flashy his lifestyle looks on paper.
at first glance,
it all sounds like confidence.
we’re blinded by the flex of the biceps or the wallet.
i’ve learned that true confidence is quiet tho.
all the other shit is performance enhancing drugs.
the moment we demand something real from him:

Support
Presence
A fuckin’ backbone

the mask starts to slip and what’s underneath?
it’s not not strength or not maturity…

Have you ever had another male say something so wild,
it made you do this face?

not only that,
you put them on the “i think he wants to fuck me” list?
well that was me and my face yesterday with mutual friends,
one who we have fonted about before.
he’ll be friend A in this situation and the other will be friend B.
so last night,
we were hanging out and friend A asked friend B,
RANDOMLY mind you:

“If you ever met a fine ass vixen and she had a dick,
would you still fuck her?”

this was me:

now…

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i was watching a twitch streamer the other day,
when someone asked:

“How can I become a streamer like you?”

and his response baffled me:

“Don’t try to be a streamer.”

it baffled me because i thought he was being an asshole.
when i sat and thought about it,
he was right…

there was a vixen who i knew that was talking to wolf of interest.
he was cute and playing the “distant wolf” thing.
you know the types.
he creates a mystery about himself and usually nothing is there.
so i asked her what has she learned anything about him.
she gon’ say:

“I don’t know.
I don’t ask him questions.”

head went on instant swivel.
tf you mean you don’t ask him questions?
you know why dating sucks nowadays?…