U walk past a group of hood dudes. A couple are staring at you under their fitteds. Blank stares. Does that mean they are gay?

I see that baller I want so badly. I listen to the gossip amongst my news flash Foxes. Rumors swirling. But does that mean he is gay?

That guy who I think checked me out at the grocery store. I caught him staring and then he looked off. Playing duck – duck – DL. Does that mean he wanted me?

Is this whole “yeah he is definitely gay” thing just something to keep us from jumping off a roof because there really isn’t that much gay people at all?

The only people I see goin on and on that someone is gay is women and gay people. Many times the woman is going on “feminine” traits and the gay dude is going on “fantasy”.

Or am I wrong?

That is something I think about, while sipping this wine tonight. I always hear gay people talking about they went down some block and such and such dude(s) stopped and was looking as he walked by. Was this just a figment of his imagination? Or was he really commanding the attention of DL dudes?

If there is so much gay dudes walking around this world today, then why are half of us single and lonely? Let’s do the Math. Let’s say that 35% of out gay people are roaming the United States today. Half of them are black so we will say 15%. Then, the rest is made up of DL and Bi dudes – then that is not a lot for us to work with. Or a really gigantic guessing game that isn’t really much fun.

I always look at dudes as I am doing my daily travels and wonder how much of these dudes checked me out and I did not notice. Or, how much of these dudes I wanted to check me out but they are straight. Because, not for nothing, many on the low dudes are not obvious with their hints and clues. Many dudes that are on the low are pretty much scared you will bust their spot. So chances of them hollering are a risk on their part.

Unless you are a queen who everyone knows gets down, then life for the rest of us is pretty much a challenge. The chat sites only offer so much and it seems like the same ol thing trying to get at you. You think you met someone that may be worth it but it was a false alarm rung way to many times.

So what are we to do? Are we doomed? Or do we just wait around, hoping and praying we catch a sign.

Let a fellow Fox know how you feel?

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WHERE IS THE RESPECT!?

I would have woken up and went to the kitchen to make penis and balls Caesar salads.

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“aight daddy i’m ready” I texted.

“I’M CUMMIN SHAWTY” Jerome texted back.

I know I want to be.

As I sat on the edge of the couch, I looked at myself in the wall length mirror and stared. I cannot believe I am here about to fuck/suck my girl’s man. A feeling of doubt washed over me but … he was so hood. So sexy. One thing that is my weakness besides a sexy ass football/basketball player with body.

I was torn.

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I was lucky to have a convo this morning with a friend of mine.
Well I won’t lie because if we were close, he would definitely be “Daddy“.  Whoever he is dating, they get my congrats. I know they are lucky.  He has some serious hood swag that I find incredibly sexy.

Anyway, I tole him to check out my blog and he had a few (ahem) words … for my blog on “Lemme Talk To My Tops“. Let’s just say, I was moist by the end of the convo.

Check for it after the jump—–>

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A Sexual Short starring Jamari Fox

It was hot.

I am talking about a blazing summer day. When it gets hot in the city, you can feel it. It is a different kind of hot especially the hood. You feel steam literally in your lungs. Everyone either shuffles outside or stays inside and make love to their A/C. I decided to leave my wonderfully A/C-less apartment and go to the corner store for a Popsicle.

As I walked up to the bodega, I noticed a fine, tanned, light skinned dude standing with his equally fine boy. I was more concerned with Mr. Light Skin because by his look, he was more my flava. He was wearing a white T, light denim shorts, and some hot dunks. No tattoos or anything extra but just being fine.  He did the unimaginable – he gave me a head nod and then licked his lips.

“Oh, we got a winner.” I said to myself as I smiled back at him and gave him a head nod.

I walked in the store and went into the back where the ice cream was. As I was digging through the freezer, I felt someone standing behind me. I pulled out a blue phallus shaped Popsicle and turned around. I was face to face with Mr. Light Skin. We stared at each other for a hot minute. I noticed he was sweating. Was it because of me or this heat?

“What’s up shawty?” He asked.

That kills me because I was the same height as him. How am I his “shawty”? I liked it nonetheless.

“I am hot.” I replied, biting my lip.

“That you are.” He said, licking his perfectly sculpted pink lips.

He followed me up to the register and offered to pay for my snack. I let him. I am not going to turn down a free meal. As we both walked out, he gave his boy a nod and continued to walk with me.

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