I believe every comment,
whether negative or positive,
can help you grow.
I believe in constructive criticism and that not EVERYONE will see your point of view.
I also believe some people pull things out their ass and want to drop all their personal shit on you.
I was in a meeting earlier today and I got the buzz on my phone that I had new messages.
I am always excited to read good comments, but then I saw a comment that… well…
well let’s just say I was in for it…
I wanted to take the opportunity, before I finally leave this self-hating and homophobic site, to express my frustration and disappointment with you, your readers, and those like you. Day in and day out, you speak so very highly of masculine gay and DL men, and their ability to hide their sexual orientation from those around them. You degrade effeminate men, going so far as to say Brandon White deserved his vicious attack for simply possessing evidence that men who had *willingly* slept with him were attracted to men. You post photos of seemingly heterosexual men, while virtually laughing (and inviting your readers to laugh) at young men and boys who exhibit feminine attire or tendencies. And even here, in your most recent post, you demean a man who made the oh-so-terrible mistake of asking you to identify your sexual orientation.
Do you know why you constantly find yourself in this predicament? Do you know why you write post, after post, after post, about your loneliness? Because you are a self-loathing coward, and because you deserve it. You, and those like you, perpetuate myths about black masculinity. You, and those like you, invite attacks (whether verbal or physical) on those that don’t meet strict and altogether ridiculous standards for who qualifies as a man. You, and those like you, accuse feminine men of being the “pussies” and the “bitches” when, in reality, these men have more courage in the tips of their fingers than you do in your entire body.
I am a 25-year-old openly gay black man. I attend Harvard Law School. I am in a committed, healthy relationship with a college-educated and employed black man, who is also openly gay. We may not be the spitting image of the tatted men you idolize on this site. Hell, we probably wouldn’t even meet your insane standards for masculinity. But we’re incredibly happy, in no small part because we live open and honest lives. You, with your lies, your deceit, and your hate (what else would you call not sharing your sexuality, and demeaning those who do?) are entitled to one thing alone. What your entire website is a testament to: hopelessness. – Be
I just walked in the house so I was going to address this before I went to bed.
When you put yourself out there, you open yourself up for criticism.
When you say what you like or even attracted to, people will have an opinion.
You can never escape being judged.
It is life in this lifestyle so get a thick skin and get use to it.
I have explained why I made this site countless times.
I feel that some people see what they want to see.
When I “degrade” feminine men as I was told, I am only talking about the messy ones.
I even speak about messy DL Wolves.
Shit, I was even spoken out about messy Vixens..
I. DO. NOT. LIKE. MESSY!
It left me to wonder did Be only see what he wanted to see in my posts?
Was he, or anyone else, speaking out from their own insecurity even though they claimed they have none?
Are we just two separate people who have two separate opinions?
Does what I like really mean “self loathing”?
When I put up pictures of Foxes and Wolves, am I speaking for a “hopeless” place?
Be – I thank you for your comment and I’m sorry your stay here was a brief one.
I am also sorry you could not see the good in me and my readers.
I have amazing people who comment and even though they have a difference of opinion on certain things in the lifestyle,
it doesn’t mean no one here loves themselves.
It just means this lifestyle offers different things and wants in different people and personalities.
So, I really do not know what to tell you and I’m at the point in my life where I don’t even care.
I’ll just end it with: