the world is filled with perfect strangers.
we are also one of those strangers.
we all have to interact with each other and play nice.
but what bout those who you see that make you feel a certain way? that tingle.
you know what i’m talking about.
don’t act stupid now. have you ever felt a certain way about someone who you felt you “loved“?
something inside felt like it plugged yourself into them.
daily as you interacted,
your feelings started to grow for this person.
could be the best friend,
new friend, or the “straight friend”.
one day, you just knew you would get that.
every scenario felt like a scene from a 90s black movie. love jones? best man? how you tryna get your groove back?
is this crazy?
or, is this just the everyday life of us…
..connecting with these walking blocks of “blood, bones, and feelings“?
i started to wonder…
our favorite attention whoring transexual,
took to WSHH to admit she was fibbing. *gasp* total shocker. my day is now ruined!
i guess she realized her 15 minutes ran out a while ago and the clock broke.
I fucked that nigga again.
It was good, as always.
But, I don’t want to tie him down.
We fucked on the first day we met so why would I tie him down?
So I just keep on fallin for a fat ass.
None of these bottoms make it hard for a nigga.
Too many hoes out here. – a real admission from a Wolf.
Is he right? I feel like he is.
There ARE way too many hoes out here.
You can get online and talk to someone with no self worth to fuck.
They think because they met a “trade“,
they need to prove themselves by sucking the skin off his dick and letting him smash raw.
But, how do you prove to these Wolves you are different?
How do you prove you are more than just a meaningless fuck?
Or, because we are gay, we will never be looked at more than that?
I had to ask…