It must be hell being a Fox, huh?

I’m asking YOU that question, seriously…
So they are saying that in Fox-dom, we are the lowest common denominator.
We tend to fall victim to all the bullshit going on around us.
We can never have real friends because everyone is always catty.
We can never be too feminine because we fit into that “stereotype” hairdresser or gay boyfriend.
Vixens always think we are some Dr. Phil for their own doomed love lives,
or we are an extended bitch on their shopping trips.
When we do meet a decent Wolf, being together for 2 months = 2 years.
We can never meet a decent Wolf because he only wants a relationship with our ass.
And then, we always must enter every room with our butt cheeks first.
As we see ourselves as the perfect Fox,
we get bombarded with images and ideals of what we “should” be or what we aren’t.

So, my fellow Fox…

Isn’t all that shit just… exhausting?

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Meeting a Wolf, baller or not, can be one of the best things for a Fox.

You either been kissing donkeys or simply rollin dolo.
Ya know, meeting the one is not easy.
But when you do meet him, it can be like floating on air.
For those first two months, you spend as much time as you can together.
If he is a regular Wolf, he is pretty much there for your beck and call.
If he is a baller however, you see him when you can.

Regardless, your phone rings and your time is occupied.

Beware because Wolves are dying off due to a serious epidemic…
One of which a Fox can be affected when you give your heart away too soon…

Guess what it is?

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