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Foxy Lifestyle: The Others
I always see people moving in large numbers.
They can’t seem to go out without a crew of lackeys surrounding them.
I’m a solo act myself.
I learned a while ago the joys of being a lone Fox on the prowl.
This entry is for my Foxes and Wolves who move dolo style.
It isn’t as bad as you think.
Shit In The Air (Nigga Duck!)
Story time!
Gather round!
Once upon a time,
there were 2 Foxes who grew up together.
They were the best of friends who did everything (well almost everything) together.
They vowed that they would have each others back
thru the good times and the bad…
… that is,
until one Fox started getting steady dick downs and his brain squeezed thru his ears.
“You Are So Raunchy!!”
“Fuck me badly once, shame on you.
Fuck me badly twice, shame on me.” – SJ.
The Real Fox Hunt
I realized something.
Not only am I looking for a Wolf, I am also going to looking for some new Foxes to be friends with. I love my current Foxes I am cool with, but a ton of them live in other states. The ones I would actually go Wolf Huntin’ with or simple go to parties in the know. Like Star Fox and Fire Fox – two of my best friends who live far away from me.
I had to re-evaluate the circle around me and a lot of my old Foxes turned out to be masculine queens. All they wanted to do was gossip about me and be insecure in the process. I couldn’t handle it anymore so I had to give them the boot.
*kick to the curb*
You always need a good group of friends around you. Ones who will keep you sane, tell you where all the good spots are, and others who just simply like being around you.
I am pretty much open to any Fox that wants to run with me. I just request 2 things I am sure are not too much. 1st and foremost, he needs to not be MESSY. To be an exclusive Fox, you cannot be a hot box. People in the street cannot know your drama as you walk down the street. Birds of a feather flock together.
Second and lastly, I must be able to trust you. One thing I cannot STAND is a liar. If you can lie to me about trivial shit, when something big happens, you will cover your tracks with that too. I drop liars pretty much within the first sign of trouble.
A good life is filled with great friends. You want to share every moment with them building memories that could fill museums.
So, the hunt is on.
Later.
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The Messy Gay Niggas Of Reality Show
First and Foremost,
before I get into my “font vomit”,
this blog woke me up: Getting Rid Of Old Friends.
Shout out to Sir Yellow Bone for that cup of coffee in his blog.
Movin on…
I have been observing our people in our lifestyle for quite some time,
and even observing relationships in my own life,
and I have to ask time and time again…
Do we truly have genuine friends, or is friendship just a temporary situation?
Are “frenemies” taking over?
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