shaking a crush is hard.
no pun intended.
i am going through it,
let me tell ya.
we try to stand tall,
kick our heels together,
and say a couple times in our heads:

i will not look at him!
i will not look at him!
i will not look at him!

…all while crossing our fingers hoping for the best.
we imagine he is ugly or try to point out flaws he has.
nada.
it just takes him to come in the room,
smile at you,
look in your eyes longer than usual,
and you’re back to where you started.

its tough and definitely a process.
it has to be done tho.
while i was on the way to work,
something popped into my mind about crushes…
Continue reading “I Have A Crush and All I Get Is This Lousy T-Shirt” →

rumor has it,
when a baller wolf has a big game,
the coach stresses that he doesn’t have sex.
as i know that is… hard for some,
all that pent up energy helps them focus on the task ahead.
so if your baller wolf doesn’t want to beat up your guts during the season,
you know the reason why.
it also explains why they end up having all these random cubs.
all that sperm and turkey basters…
i get it now.
well in hearing that,
​ive decided something starting tomorrow…
(as you can tell this will be a 18^ and nsfw entry)
Continue reading “Don’t Jack Me Off” →

god has a funny sense of humor.
he can also be SUCCCCHHH an asshole as well.
god,
the universe,
or whatever you believe in.
“your prototype” will be placed in your life.
your “straight” prototype.
well maybe.
he hooked,
lined,
and reeled you in with “something”.
its not like we have a lot of choices within this world.
this life we live isn’t exactly a dating mecca.
we aren’t vixens where they can get it easier.
we have to cross our fingers on hook ups and fast life styles.
ultimately between the random booty calls,
this “prototype” still has a special place in your heart.
even if you only see him for a few seconds,
it feels like a million moments.
yes my friend.
you crushed with your emotions.
the most dangerous way to “crush”.
i had to wonder…

…and how exactly do you stop that?
Continue reading “Hooked, Lined, and Crushed” →

everyone likes a good piece of gossip.
don’t act like you don’t.
i know i do.
i ain’t gotta lie.
i’m a sucker for the “such and such gets down” gossip.
also the: “he is d/l and he fucked me so good my toes curled”.
guilty as charged.
for those of us who put online dating on hiatus,
the new way we try and meet potentials is through “the fox wire”.

the fox wire (n): an amazing confidential place where members of the foxhole trade information

we hear about “such and such” being a wolf,
how his pipe rattled a rib cage,
and all the other dirt to make us go buy a couple bottles of fleet.
is this the new way to date?
i had to wonder…

Is “word or mouth” the new informational highway?

Continue reading “The Rumor Is He Gets Down (and I’m Trying To Get Some)” →

i didn’t want to go to work today…
Continue reading “Not This Snow Storm” →

“the road to my happiness is paved in plastic.”
i just got home.
after that scene at the dog and pony show i call “my job” friday,
i decided to go and have some much retail therapy on saturday.
can i mention how every major store had sales today?
50 to 60% off.
lordt take me now!
i met up with one of my straight wolf friends who was going to be in soho.
i didn’t really spend too much.
150.
he outdid me.
  800.
something about seeing the words,
“thank you”,
after my purchase is rung up makes me have an orgasm.
so we both decided to have lunch,
his treat,
and talk about some recent events that ended up bothering me…
Continue reading “The Monster Within” →