i learned something working #nyfw.
well i already knew this,
but i wanted to share it with the foxhole.
well i actually learned two things actually.
so let’s start with the first thing.
i’m giving any one of you the permission to slap the fire out my ass…
…if i ever walk out the door again without a wife beater under my shirt.
i thought i could be YOLO,
but the humidity put a stop to that shit.
my shirt was drenched in sweat by the time i got to lincoln center.
by the time i got home tonight,
i looked like i went swimming with my clothes on.
for whatever reason,
new yawk is disrespectfully humid.
tomorrow is suppose to be 91.
i learned my lesson today.
now the second thing is when you have made a name for yourself,
doesn’t matter if you are in front the camera or behind,
or whatever career you are in,
you can pretty much have your pick of whoever you want.
doesn’t matter what you look like,
what your body shape is,
or if you got pimples or a unibrow.
hell even if you are almost there.
you can something like this:
…to do whatever you want.
no more jack’d or guessing games.
the premium meat will literally seek you out.
today two animals were perfect examples.
one was this incredibly unattractive and fat snow fox.
the other was an actor that i won’t out.
the snow fox was obviously a big deal behind the scenes because everyone,
including the designer,
stopped to greet him when he came in.
what followed was the FINE tatted muscular snow wolf.
he was holding his man bag and other gift bags.
by the way they were interacting,
you could tell he was more than just his “bag carrier”.
he was his status symbol for his trophy case.
who i thought was straight,
came in after the show.
a pretty model-esque snow wolf was in tow.
the actor did all the talking.
the meat knew his position and had his head in his phone.
everyone knew what it was.
no one really cared.
sometimes the person in front the scenes is out behind it.
they are discreet and only want to be known for their careers.
it is what it is.
“judgement free zone” here as i follow the same regiment.
the point i’m trying to make is when you get your shit in order,
you will be desired by many.
you will be inside rather than watching behind velvet ropes.
first comes the money,
then the status,
and then you get access to all the finest pipe/booty/or both.
if you think these attentionistos online wouldn’t
carry your bags
fuck you/get fucked on command
walk in some event with you discreetly
…if you had power,
well you and they need a wake up call.
you see it all backstage foxhole.
most pineapples will do or be ANYTHING to get put on.
or get their bills paid.
this is why these people are on social media attention whoring.
majority of the time they are waiting to be some exclusive status symbol.
now is it true love?
something to define that you have “made it”?
in it for the perks of your come up?
more than likely.
would you care?
only a fool would.
if these straight wolves can go get a “maria” as soon as they make it,
only to make her their cum dumpster,
why can’t you get some fine meat to snack on?
i’d rather get a sexy baller wolf who can match my hustle or better.
i wouldn’t turn down pipe from my “fantasies” tho.
i ain’t crazy.