It must be hell being a Fox, huh?
I’m asking YOU that question, seriously…
So they are saying that in Fox-dom, we are the lowest common denominator.
We tend to fall victim to all the bullshit going on around us.
We can never have real friends because everyone is always catty.
We can never be too feminine because we fit into that “stereotype” hairdresser or gay boyfriend.
Vixens always think we are some Dr. Phil for their own doomed love lives,
or we are an extended bitch on their shopping trips.
When we do meet a decent Wolf, being together for 2 months = 2 years.
We can never meet a decent Wolf because he only wants a relationship with our ass.
And then, we always must enter every room with our butt cheeks first.
As we see ourselves as the perfect Fox,
we get bombarded with images and ideals of what we “should” be or what we aren’t.
So, my fellow Fox…
Isn’t all that shit just… exhausting?
Realistically, I can talk about how “doomed” Foxes are…
and how sad the lifestyle is for us….
And why we need to blah blah blah….
You are tired of it.
I’m tired of it.
I want to talk about how all those things I listed as PAST SHIT WE JUST CLEANED OUT.
Let’s dwell into some things, shall we?
FOXES CAN NEVER MEET FRIENDS
That is not true at all.
Foxes CAN meet/be GREAT friends.
The issue is that we attract ourselves to the WRONG friends.
We open ourselves up to the wrong people and then get upset when they tell our business.
I mean, duh?
My idea of being a friend does not involve talking about the next nigga and what he is doing wrong.
My idea of being a friend does not involve being the center of attention either.
My idea of friendship is loyalty and growth.
We ALL share the spotlight.
There is room for all of us on that stage.
But if you fuck up any of my ideals of friendship then you are DROPPED.
You will NOT talk shit about me behind my back and you WILL be a friend of years; rather than weeks.
I can drop someone and not look back.
It really has never been an issue with me going back to someone who hurt or betrayed me.
So anything less than stellar and you gotta go.
ALL FOXES ARE MEANT TO BE THE STEREOTYPE
Well, you can go ahead and fit into those boxes.
Frankly, I wouldn’t be comfortable.
I like room to do my own thing.
No way in hell am I going to take on the role of the hairdresser, stylist, or the therapist.
First of all, I can never tell when a Vixen is wearing a weave.
I could care less about their clothes unless they look SEXY AS HELL in it.
And I’m up for giving advice, but I will charge you every session for my services.
Stop giving these Vixens reasons to think you are the stereotype.
Be the change in the world you want to see.
In other words: MAN UP.
FOXES ARE FEMININE
Realistically, they aren’t.
Again: those are the STANDARDS set for most.
I am not ultra-feminine and I consider myself a Fox.
And best believe, I like MEN so you better be a MAN if you plan on talking to me.
I’m not hiding or whatever some gay rights group want you to think…
It’s because that isn’t my personality.
I do not find joy in voguing (although if it is happening in front of me, I wont run to the bathroom and cry).
I do not find joy in being catty with a bunch of DUDES.
And lastly, I do not find joy in doing anything a female would more than likely enjoy.
I like being a man and I like fucking one (that is another story).
WOLVES ARE STUPID
Yeah, I said it.
We have already come to that conclusion.
Wolves expect these high standards for us,
but as soon as we start pulling out lists and expectations,
they want to bitch up and call us “difficult” or whatever excuse.
NO NEGRO, FUCK YOU.
You want me to be your fantasy then I need you to be mine.
Ima also need us to grow and compliment each other.
And that cheating thing they are so prone to doing,
I will need that to end since cheating on + Jamari =
your ass replaced by your best friend/cousin who got his act together.
Best believe I keep a 2 week bail out plan.
Just because you take on the role of “Fox” doesn’t mean you are “Bitch”.
And not the good “bitch” either.
The simple one who probably thinks all Wolves are dogs and you look fat in certain jeans.
It just means you take the submissive role.
THAT IS IT!
You do not fall victim to all the other shit that comes with that.
I always believe you train people how to treat you upon first meeting.
So best believe, all the shit happening to you in your life is happening because YOU made it so.
You let anyone (or life) punk you and you will always be it’s bitch.
So take a moment and digest.
Stick your chest out and walk tall.
Be ready to pull that middle finger out.
Realize that YOU rule and everyone should be mentally bowing down to YOUR ideal.
Anyone crosses that line: CHECK THEY ASSES!