there are some us who truly thrive in persecution.

i’m one of those people.
some of you are my people too.

we are underestimated heavy and gotta plop our big dicks on the table.
they see quiet or even insecurities,
but when someone is trying to fuck us because they THINK they have the big pipe…

even if we are on the role of the bottom,
we FUCK BACK.

it starts off slow but then we gotta fuck them back hard for them to get the message.

you gotta fuck them back so hard,
they tell their friends how far you shoved your dick in em.
so when i’m faced with nonsense,
i don’t do the obvious by barking back.
i go quiet; fox quiet.
the kind of quiet where i’m perched and paying attention.
it’s my way of choosing the right path before i react,
along with gathering alliances too.
from the last time i posted,
it’s been a big ol cocktail of…

harassment
stress
intimidation
lawyers
laws
chaos from a landlord who has turned jackal

i’m not gonna pretend that i haven’t been on edge.
i won’t even front that there were some real scary moments,
but i have handled them like a true strategist.
that is one thing my past trauma cannot take from me.

the art of moving in the shadows.
gathering data,
and getting in alignment.

the problem is,
in this case,
is when jackals think they’re above the rules.
it turns a simple situation into a whole pile of bullshit.
in this mess with my landlord,
the one thing that is holding me together is knowing i’m covered by the law.

i am still here but i’m dealing with some shit.
i’m slowly starting to come back to a life i once knew,
while being on a new path that i’m not familiar with.

i am learning in this new mess to not laying and take whatever is being given…

…but flipping them over and taking control.

…and a lot of the times,
they submit when you show them who daddy really is.

lowkey: hope all is well with you.
government is back open so yay?