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…

It’s small dick energy in a loud costume.

it’s wild how fast the illusion unravels.
how fast “he’s the manz” turns into “what a bitch”.

That was me over the weekend.

entertaining a wolf who loves to brag about his dick.
i’m starting to think it’s his business card.
he came in strong like i like it at first:

Assertive
Smooth
Sure of himself

that muthafucka made me feel safe in the beginning stage.
so what made me vex?

The way he turned into a bitch around his toxic ass mother.

Meek
Soft-spoken
Obedient

one that he is always complaining about but continues to enable.
sigh.
so it got me thinking…
about all the males who tried to win me over with their surface stats.

Impressive careers
Designer clothes
Handsome facials
Beautiful bawdies
Big dick bedroom bravado

…but when it came time to show character?
well all that vanished and a bitch showed up.
i used to make excuses but now?

…because here’s the truth no one wants to say out loud:

A big dick and a few dollars are easy to find.
Every male wants you to know they’re bosses in and out of the bedroom.

…but a male who actually isn’t in his bitch era?
he communicates good,
doesn’t tolerate disrespect,
can take accountability if he fucks up,
and shows TF up when you need him too?
one who makes you question if he’s real or if you’re dreaming?
that’s damn near a miracle.