i always compared settling to shopping.
i know, the label hoe within my spirit.
i always felt like settling was going into one store and seeing a shirt i really liked.
they had no more in my size.
just the one in a bigger size that i know can’t fit me.
instead of maybe waiting for a few days or going to another store somewhere in the city,
i buy it in fear of losing out on such a great item.
or, never being able to get it because of fear.
come time to wear it to an event and it is too big and very ill-fitting.
i kick myself because i could have picked out another shirt or go to another store and see something better.
that seems to be the problem some of us having with dating.
we aren’t label whores when it comes to wolves, foxes, or even hybrids.
we just pick anything with a cute face, nice body, and a fat wallet.
seeing as how this lifestyle is “high on demand” and “less on quality“,
i often wondered if it is okay to settle for something that may just not be your perfect fit?
just pick up any ol whatever in the event we won’t be alone.
deal with whatever until we’re bored with him,
or until he shows us that he is really cheap material.
when it comes to settling…
Are we just doing it so we can say we have “it“?
star fox’s ex has settled… and ya’ll, he has settled bad.
that bastard has made his way into a relationship made from a nightmare.
he’s with a verbally abusive hybrid-wolf that he thought was the shit (i wrote about him before).
it was actually quite sad to hear his latest developments recently.
so mister big hybrid has moved in with someone he settled with.
all his cheating has finally caught up with him through a big bitch named karma (or whatever that hybrid wolf’s name is).
but, here is the thing.
mister big hybrid was never even a hybrid at all.
he has always been a wolf.
but, because of not knowing who he is fully is and not wanting to hear “i told you so“…
he settled with a hybrid-wolf who turned him into a hybrid-housewife.
star fox tells me he has abandoned his career to cater to this man.
he calls him to complain about how he isn’t happy and that he absolutes hates being a fox.
by that he means….
the sad part is that he cheats on this hybrid-wolf with his true desire…
he likes his ass where he can see it:
in his face or on his dick.
he loves aggressive foxes.
foxes who kinda look like star fox funny enough.
his hybrid-wolf is neither a fox nor aggressive.
he has dumbed himself down to be in a relationship to cure his loneliness and sadness.
how lonely can you be when you have your cake and ice cream, but eat it with no hands?
secretly he would rather be with star fox,
but that ship has sailed and he missed that boat about a year ago.
he does this thing where when star fox isn’t around,
he wants to be with him.
so he is a wolf who is with a hybrid-wolf who has turned him into a hybrid-fox,
who he cheats on with foxes and the occasional jackal.
sounds confusing as hell.
but, i wonder why he is doing it?
shit, i often wonder why anyone else does it?
it is all well and good until you wake up one day and realize you aren’t happy.
that is until you head to jack’d, a4a, or bgc to find what you really want.
dating is like being on a movie set sometimes.
we don’t care about the extras.
they are nobodies.
we just want the real star to show up and steal the show.
so i started to wonder…
Are we just with stand ins until “he” finally arrives?
- My Focus Is To Suck and Get F*cked As Many Times Before I Grow Old and Die. (insidejamarifox.com)
- Mister Red Riding Fox On The Way To The Club For A Big Bad Wolf….? (insidejamarifox.com)
- I Turned Him Out With Good Food, Good Sex, Good Talk… and He Bought Me A House. (insidejamarifox.com)
- I Have Voodoo In-Between My Butt Cheeks So Enter With Caution (insidejamarifox.com)