We didn’t care that we gave that person trauma.
We didn’t care they needed a friend and we posed as an enemy.
We didn’t care they liked us and we took advantage of that.
We didn’t care we had power and used it to hurt others.
We didn’t care about their wounds after we beat them.

…but suddenly we care when the tables have turned?
we care about our past victims because we are in the position to feel like one.
i’m here to font…

Do we know when we are doing the absolute most?

some gay males are super horny,
like,
all the time.
in being in horny mode 24/7,
they often are missing one thing:

Understanding other people’s boundaries.

it’s like when we randomly show up to an event we aren’t invited to,
but then we’re confused why people were talking heavy shit about us.

Sidebar: I don’t show up to anyone’s event unless I’m personally invited.
If it ain’t on Jamari’s calendar,
I ain’t going.
I’ve seen people act wild shady when someone shows up to an event they broadcasted.

so it’s one thing to walk in your authentic self but:

When does it start crossing the line?

i saw a clip on twitter and was like…

Did people completely lose their minds like this when Obama was running?

sure,
he had his fair share of haters but there was a lot of kindness too:

let’s be 110%…

Nothing comes close to the chaos of Kamala’s run.

this weekend,
elon musk stirred the pot yet again,
questioning something so outrageous…

Is it just me or do we all know a male who seems to be living in a perpetual state of scrutiny?

maybe it’s us right now?
as we navigate the high-stakes forest of corporate life,
or even if we are in entertainment or sports,
the whispers begin the moment we start to climb the ladder.

“Is he married?”
“Does he have kids?”
“I don’t see him talking about anyone special…”

once those whispers gain volume,
especially if we are hiding who we are inside,
we will do anything to lower them.
we duck for cover with “the ugly“,
“the desperate“,
or some black males get with “the white” to keep a low profile.
in all of those spaces,
it’s better optics to have a vixen on your arm around your straight (or white) peers.
even in our families,
among our friends,
at church,
or in the neighborhood,
if you’re a guy without that “basic” life…

the butt dial.
does that even happen anymore?
one of your butt cheeks decides to dial someone’s number by mistake.
they saying “hello? hello?” but they’re talking to your ass.
for shannon sharpe,
however,
he might have allegedly butt dialed an IG live so we can listen to him having sex…

in life,
there’s always that one person(s) who strays way beyond the beaten path.
they might try to make the forest a better place,
but let’s not forget what the joker said in “the dark knight“:

“Everything burns.”

that’s the vibe i get from myron gaines,
the red pill podcasting attentionisto behind “freshnfit“.
he’s supposed to be the next andrew tate,
and honestly…

Why on earth would any guy want to aspire to be…
that?

anyway,
i stumbled across something wild over the weekend.
he legit just called this vixen “a whore” for no reason at all…