inside jamari fox

I had to wonder:
Why do we always find ourselves stuck playing “The Free Therapist” to those trapped in a toxic relationship?

there’s nothing more exhausting than the friend who’s stuck on the ride of an ain’t shit jackal.
her other vixen friends have learned to tune her out,
so she comes to her best gay with her tales of woe,
knowing we’ll lend an ear and be ready to ride out.
she’ll present you with a dossier of evidence of his bad behavior.
swearing up and down that she’s done,
but once the loneliness kicks in and there’s no other wolf waiting in the wings…

Guess who’s soft debuting on socials with her ‘ain’t shit’ jackal?

rinse and repeat until the next break up for another free therapy session.

take keke palmer,
for example.
she ( x stirred up all that drama ) about her baby daddy,
darius daulton,
last year.
we thought she was done but yesterday…

Foxhole,
you know the drill:

Have you ever noticed how those who shout the loudest against something…
Blah,
blah,
blah.

when it comes to anti-gay politics,
this meme floating around sums it up perfectly:

a nice big helping of closet cock.
so in a very odd turn of events,
ex-classmates of trump’s running mate,
jd vance,
couldn’t wait to spill this.
while jd was busy condemning drag,
let’s just font,
his alleged past is being exposed from the back of his closet…

I couldn’t help but wonder:
Do we cling to comfort because it’s familiar…
or is it the drama that truly keeps us hooked?

This weekend,
I had to hit pause on my straight wolf friend.
He loves to entangle me with stories about his toxic ex.
It’s a a classic case of ‘complain today; fuck her tomorrow.’
He went on about how their ‘comfort sex’ is somehow worth the emotional whiplash,
because even though he is having sex with other vixens that “are addicted to his big dick”,
he hopes they might get back together.
Honestly,
it’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.

Then there’s my straight vixen friend.
We worked at a past job together and around that time.
it was going great and she was extremely happy.
Of course,
there’s that one manager who’s turned her workdays into a living hell.
Despite sending out applications left and right,
she’s been there for over four years.
The job fits like a glove in every other way but that one toxic element is suffocating her.
The thought of starting over somewhere else?
Mentally exhausting.

comfort…

I find being in-between _____ is where the juice is.

it’s where the soul is.
it’s where the passion lies.
this is why people crave to hear about being in-between _______ raw.
stop acting coy and open up.
i had a thought while being in-between ________ last night…

I had to wonder:
Isn’t it wild how people can show their true colors when they are supposed to be your friends?

i’ve had two scenarios in my life that are like a bad rerun on repeat.

First: there were those moments when everyone watched me get dragged through the mud by someone i fell out with in a group,
yet no one had my back when they saw i was being done wrong.
It was very “Kill Bill”.

They were all too eager to turn on me because the “leader” had more clout.
Some of those situations were with the straights.
The vixens got catty and the straights weren’t going to align with “the sus one”.

don’t act like gays aren’t like this.
skin folk and gay folk don’t always be your skinfolks.

Two: there’s the scenario where someone I thought was cool starts hanging out with and promoting someone that i didn’t fuck with/vice versa.

all those situations are fucked up but as usual…

I had to wonder:
Is it fair to ask Kamala Harris to be the savior of black people alone?

my friend threw this at me today,
and honestly,
i had to do a double take.
kamala harris isn’t just here to champion black folks...