i had an interesting conversation with my cousin hybrid today.
i’m telling you,
when we get together: epic.
we go IN and i wanted to share a little what we were talking about.
i have been talking in emails with a young cub who ONLY likes down low wolves.
he says that people make him feel bad for his choice….

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 i will say it before and i will say it again.
people in this lifestyle can be bullies to one another.
we like abuse.

not the abuse of a plump pipe beating up butt cheeks or the back of our throats.
but the abuse of our opinions and choices in dating, even fucking.
it can be a wear and tear on the self esteem, to be honest.
one that leaves you feeling like you went 20 rounds in the ring and ending in a “tie“.
bad enough straights do it to us every chance they get.
are we too hard on each other?
or, is this just the way “love” goes?
i had to ask…

Can we all just get along?

there is so much squabbling between all sides of the lifestyle.
downlow, discreet, and out.
wolves, hybrids, and foxes.
masculine, in-between, and feminine.
we are all pretty much angry with one another.
we all do not try to understand each other.
we use our “past experiences” to condemn the various clean slates that come into our lives.
as much as we try, we can’t.
people bring their insecurities and lay them down on everyone else like it is some religious code.
but little do they know,
we are all eating at the same table and ordering the same course.
i’ll take the sausage.

i like to compare the lifestyle to a ruler.
on one end there is the down-low section.
the mysterious realm of men who fuck men secretly in araliya’s basement and jack’d accounts.
in the middle is the discreet,
men who are private… enough.
and on the other end are the outs, queens, and feminine men.
no holds barred gay fun!
but if the outs and the down lows only knew how they both were the same.
how much they send their hate filled darts to each other and everyone else…
they would probably shut up next time they judge someone else.
if you hold a mirror up to them, you would see the same reflection.
let’s start with…

… the downlows who deliver the most abuse.
they happen to be what all parties want.
a masculine man.
no bells or whistles.
just a shirt and pants.
but, they are stuck in a rut of wanting to be in control.
they want you to bend over twenty times to be what they want you to be.
they call you over for sex and then treat you like some back alley hoe.
the unlucky parties who fall for them become trapped in a vicious verbal tongue lashing.
no one wants to feel like they are “less than” just to be in your presence.
the same presence that could be subject to judgement if it ever got out.
remember: you are still fucking men.
deep down inside,
they are abusing themselves.
insecurity rages on like a wild fire in the california hills.
they want to be looked at as straight,
but their weakness for the same sex is like a scent they cannot avoid.
it leaves them bitter and sometimes evil.
they have no one to talk to,
so they just fuck and fuck until they are all out of fucks.

the queens and trannies never cared because either way,
they got the dick from all parties and went about their merry way to a friday night in chelsea.
the “hold no punches” feminine men and outs… oh, they care.
they try to tell everyone how they should be.
they tell you that you “hate” yourself.
you are less than if you aren’t like them.
to the point they can spend their waking minute outing everyone in their path of destruction.
why?
they are hurt and angry.
no one cares to pay attention to them.
in reality,
and as much as people try to not admit it,
they are regarded to be at the bottom of the totem pole in gay and wider culture.
everyone looks at them like cartoon characters.
vixens use them for their secrets.
straight men are petrified of them.
they end up turning into live cartoon characters and wendy williams.
some become blow up dolls for the same abusers:
DOWN LOW MEN.
secretly, they won’t turn down a fuck from the opposite end of that ruler.
who would?

discreets started becoming insecure because down lows made them hate themselves.
they told them how to carry themselves in public and made them feel less than a man.
the outs and fems tell them they ain’t shit because they won’t pick a side.
if they pick down low, they are liars.
that’s two lethal uppercuts.
after the abuse,
they start to find themselves and become bitter.
they think the down lows, fems, and outs are the the demons of the devil.
they end up alone; searching for someone to love them for them.

it turns out to be a stupid class war.
one because the main issue is everyone is insecure and don’t have the balls to do what they want.
they are also dealing with another person who maybe just as insecure.
everything is either walking on egg shells or not walking bold enough.
we got so much stress outside the lifestyle,
especially if we are black men,
why are we so hard to each other on the inside?
we are all so different and come in so many various packages,
why can’t we all do who and what we want?
if you are attracted to a certain something,
why does it need to be picked apart with mental abuse?
there goes that “a” word again.
then we got people calling each other fags in arguments.
it is all so confusing…

we are all very different on this site.
but this is a silent prejudice in the lifestyle that it got me wondering…

Why does everyone seem to be at war?

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