How would you feel if someone you were dealing with
gave you a time line on how long you were to mess with him…

….before he went and got married and had kids?

…. and he wasn’t even on the D/L?

Continue reading “6 Months To A Year, TOPS!” →

What The Fuck Do U Want From Me?

So last entry was the depression.
You KNOW I don’t like to stay on that to long.
You can’t keep a good Fox down, right?

So we will go on the uplifting part….

What had bothered me (and us) about ourselves and this lifestyle was merely mental.
You can do something about it.
So, we decided to do a little exercise that ended up allowing me to see what kind of man I wanted
and what I should be concentrating on.

You can also play along too.
Trust me, it’s fun.

Continue reading “A-HA (ALL CAPS)” →

I was sitting on the phone speaking to a good friend of mine last week.
You know those kind of friends that you know by the time you hang up,
you will feel inspired and ready to go climb a fuckin’ mountain?

Well,
like Oprah usually says,
I had an A-HA moment during said conversation and I got the Epiphany of my life.

One of which made me feel worst.

Continue reading “a-ha (lower case)” →

Or I as I call it, “The Peen Factory”.

I love going to straight clubs because there tends to be less drama…
… and I don’t hear Beyonce playing every other second,
with a voguing contest and drag show as the night goes on.

Plus,
you are the flavored meat to a pack of wolves.
Wheras in a gay club, you are ONE of MANY.

Continue reading “The Straight Club” →

My ass.

It isn’t gigantic.
It isn’t flat.
It is just right for what I need to do when I need to do it.
Feel me?

But there is ALOT more to Jamari than a semi fat ass.
And maybe with you too, right?

Continue reading “Fuck An Ass.” →

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Shout outs to all my dudes who holla’d at me in email.
I appreciate you checking me out.
Potential Daddies for the kid stand the F up!

Anyway,
Let’s talk about the art of being anon.

Real talk,
I can fuck with a celebrity, athlete, DL/Discreet kat and keep my mouth shut.
I guess living in the hood taught me that rule.
I do not need to be blabbing to everyone that I am getting platinum dick or attention from a celeb.
It is honestly no one’s business.
Even on my blog.
I keep my stories hot without naming names and outing someone.
You know I hate outing with a passion.

It is NEVER that serious.
Continue reading “Anon (Means Shut The Fuck Up)” →