inside jamari fox

I saw this picture this morning and I had to readjust myself in my seat.

I keep hearing our dear Mister Songz gets down. I keep hearing he is willing to slang that dick to whoever is a willing taker, both men and women.

Is this true?

If so, then Trey, I’m wide open.

So I was chillin with one of my homegirl’s tonight and her “gay boyfriend” decided to tag along.

Now I am not one to hate on a fellow gay but when you are outregeously flamboyant, I have an issue. The flam gays tend to be ODEE loud and try to blow up your spot.

I’m not with it.

Anyway, he proceeds to tell me that I always look mean and I usually have an attitude when he sees me. I won’t lie, I usually do.

“I mean you look like you need some good dick.” He says, popping his gum.

Now I hope he didn’t think he was giving me this “good dick”.???????

“But I must say, you are a fierce bitch though. I got to say that you are a fierce bitch.”

I am looking at him like WTFFFFF??? Should I be flattered or offended? So I egg him on.

“What do you mean?” I ask.
“The way how you walk in the room. The way how you speak. Just your whole vibe let’s me know you know what you want and you don’t play.” He replies, giving me dap at the end of it.

I guess compliments come in the strangest forms. That is why I tell people that you do not know who is watching and admiring you.

Later Foxes

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You ever meet someone who is not really in the package you wanted, but fits everything else you were looking for?
Well. That is him.

Him has a name. We will call him, “Big”. Not like Carrie from SATC’s Big but Ill explain itself as it goes along.

“I have someone for you!” My friend said excitedly.

Now I don’t know about your friends, but some of my friends do not know exactly what I like. They always try to set me up with some ass douche and expect me to like it. Needless to say, I do not take them seriously when they say they “have someone for me”.

Before I could deny the set up, a cell phone was in my face with a dude on the screen. Foxes, he was kinda cute. Ok not kinda. He was. I could tell he had some swagg off the pose alone.

“What’s wrong with him,” I asked.
“Nothing… Well he is a little short.” Friend says.
“How short? Are we talking midget?”
“Noooo he is like 5’8ish”

I have been feeling pretty open to meeting guys so I said what the hell. My friend gave him my number and we started texting.

Foxes. I won’t lie. He is everything I asked for. He is funny, gets money, and talks major shit to me.

BUT….

And there is that big ol BUT….

After further investigation, turns out he is 18. Yup. The BIG 1-8.

But he speaks very intelligently. After the last 2 yungins, I casted them away for GOOD. But this one seems (keyword) different. So, we will see.

Now if only he can return my phone call, we can see whassup.

(Don’t you hate that?)

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So I told ya’ll I was @ a friend’s crib last night. Well we went out to mingle and came back to watch movies.

P.S = Working on Light Skinned that came over. Turns out he wasn’t messing/fuckin/or dating the mutual friend that brought him over. He kept slipping little looks on me here and there. He was my partner in cards and we wrecked these muthafuckas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Daddy and I make a good team. He needs to make it official so I can stop pounding this love pavement.

Anyway, so we were posted up @ like 5 in the morning in the living room, watching a movie when I get an YIM out the blue from this dude I been chattin with. Nothing serious. Met him off the chat site and we exchanged our YIM information. He is serious D/L and I haven’t seen a picture but allegedly from him, he plays ball. Whatever.

So it went a little like this…….

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….. After I write that blog, I was sitting in my friend’s crib just lounging and the finest wolf walks in his spot. Nigga is everything I said I wanted.

He is 6’0, light skin, athletic build, nice swag, CLEAN SNEAKERS (lol) and just all kinds of damn.

Makes me hold on cause he is out there for me.

Hey Foxes.

Life has been pulling me from left to right; up and down. Things have been somma good, somma bad, and somma inbetween. But a Fox has been rolling with the punches as they come.

I feel GOOD because life is GOOD.

So lately, I have been meeting wolves but no one has pulled my tail. Some are way to thristy. Some are way to boring. And worst of all, they have no swagg to keep me entertained.

Married Guy has bored me. Or is starting to really boring me, to be honest. You can only sext for so long before you move on.

Aside from that, I have been invited to a lot of straight events lately, and the way I see these dudes look and act with females – I wonder if me and my friends (and you Foxes) are in a world of our own? Its not a masc/fem issue. I always meet a dude and he is looking at me the way I look at the straights. Admiring how I carry myself, the way I dress, and the way I speak.

Most gays, or black gays, are about drama and messiness. They are not “together” like they should. It is outing and just pulling each other down. This Fox is not. I guess that’s why I only roll with a few selective people.

Another thing, why does it seem most (well in my case) TOPS are “bottom of the barrel”? Like, style and swagg is just a double expresso negative. Dirty shoes or looking two seasons behind in style. Is there an exclusive circle where the REAL wolves are?

I may need the VIP pass so I can finally be around the Wolves that keep my mouth watering. I want better. I want more.

Do you want more?

I guess this was a vent. I feel relieved in some way.

Later Foxes.