I have come to realize that a lot of good looking people live in NY.
A lot are very hood and you just can’t take them anywhere.
Sadly, you won’t know unless they take a bath and clean themselves up for an event.
They all head to the biggest event,
which is on 1st Saturday of every month at the Brooklyn Museum.

Basically the whole museum is open for the general public.
They have a ton of open mini events,
in the parking lot is a huge party,
and best of all: the iCandy is orgasmic.
Everyone puts on their most fashionable looks,
baby oils their body,
vixens get a fresh weave,
and goes to show out.
It NEVER has hoodrats.
They always seem intimidated to attend.
It always attracts the freshest and finest of the city.
Everyone from gay, straight, white, black, latino, asain, college, graduate, professional…
just come together and get along for one night out every month.

(I showed some visuals here here briefly…)

Last weekend,
and a couple weekends to be honest,
I have played hooky for some reason.

I don’t know if it is my mood or the fact I’m “re-inventing”, but I’m not interested.
I don’t know, but I did advise someone to go and I got a nice phone call about it…

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“You not meeting no Wolves cause you not on the scene!”

Spoken through my phone by Star Fox.
I shuddered at the thought of going to a gay club.
But his sentence stuck with me.
I often wondered how much that is true?
I always wondering how does one meet a Wolf if they aren’t actively making a name for themselves.
But at the same time, the name you make on the scene is always filled with rumors and drama.
You go out and meet a Wolf….
…. but is it just a temporary good time… with all your business on Front Street?
That mofo will have the whole club knowing he fucked the shit out of you… literally.
I had to ask….

How do you successfully get on the scene without actually being on it?

Continue reading “Mister Red Riding Fox On The Way To The Club For A Big Bad Wolf….?” →

the actual story just happened.
I am still in a state of “almost crazy“.

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I was chillin on my bed just now.
Ya know, relaxing and shit.
I look to my right and out the corner of my eye,
I see something moving on the floor.
I was like:

“ok, maybe that was my blanket or something.”

I continued to relax when all shit happens.
I look down and see this thing just walking under me.
and the muthafucka was HUGE…

Continue reading “THIS IS WHY I NEED A LONG TERM WOLF!!! SHIT LIKE THIS!!!!” →

I don’t think I have much luck with “pure in the lifestyle” Wolves.
I don’t really fit in with them like others.
This is why clubs and chat sites never work out for me.
I usually for no reason of my own meet some Straight Wolf and he gets obsessed with me.
He will find a way to avoid me, yet still try to come close.
He will throw signs and, of course I never catch them because I don’t want to believe this Wolf is attracted to me.

I got the strangest text tonight…

Continue reading “So, I Have Seduced Yet Another Straight Wolf Again…” →

Hey,
I didn’t say it.
Someone sent me a TIP with this article and I can only imagine how much discussion it will produce…

Continue reading “So, Foxes Should Never Get Fat Because We Will Die Alone?” →

I fucked that nigga again.
It was good, as always.
But, I don’t want to tie him down.
We fucked on the first day we met so why would I tie him down?
So I just keep on fallin for a fat ass.
None of these bottoms make it hard for a nigga.
Too many hoes out here.
– a real admission from a Wolf.

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Is he right?
I feel like he is.
There ARE way too many hoes out here.
You can get online and talk to someone with no self worth to fuck.
They think because they met a “trade“,
they need to prove themselves by sucking the skin off his dick and letting him smash raw.
But, how do you prove to these Wolves you are different?
How do you prove you are more than just a meaningless fuck?
Or, because we are gay, we will never be looked at more than that?
I had to ask…

Are we, as Foxes, all just waiting to be chose?

Continue reading “I Choked On His Penis and Even Let Him Run A Train On Me… and I Still Ain’t Get Chose.” →