inside jamari fox

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...

back in ’96,
ginuwine had a hit song called “pony”.
as a kid,
i didn’t realize just how sexual it was.
i hated the video and the song took a while to grow on me.
Mum was OBSESSED with everything about it tho:

…and i understand why.

back in ’20 foxhole past,
i gave my fav OF,
king nate,
the title of ( x foxhole’s prettiest saddle ).
he deserves it because his saddle is chef kiss.
nate might have some heavy competition in ’24 because the following wolf is coming hard…

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Life was all about foreshadowing this morning.

around 7 am,
my home-wolf hit me up with a tiktok about the governor of minnesota,
tim walz.

absolutely random.
he was saying he would like walz for kamala’s vp pick.

Sidebar: my home-wolf is not into Kamala at all.
He’s a die-hard Bernie Sanders stan.

his concern: “he has that old white guy look.”
btw,
my home-wolf is white.
so i asked him if he had seen the other politicians from past and present?
biden,
trump,
nixon,
bernie,
and even jfk…
they don’t/didn’t exactly look like they swam in the fountain of youth.
just as i sent that message to him…