let’s talk about fuckin’.
i wanted to fuck last week.
i wanted to fuck my grief away.
i wanted to get fucked so hard,
i would see stars that star fox would appear before me.
even if his ex wanted to fuck,
i would have turned it down.
the one time i wanted to get my ass handed to me,
i couldn’t do anything because i had a little problem.

as a fox,
we know this problem all too well.
it can come from a multiple of sources,
but once it happens,
you are pretty much left with sitting it out or using your mouth.
yeah.
you already guessed.
the hemorrhoid.
the ultimate pain in our ass.
no matter how small or fat our butt cheeks are,
ain’t nothing worst than that.
we are like family so “tmi” in advance…

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he stabbed someone in one of their holes,
she stabs him…

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people think i’m stuck up.
they say i look intimidating.
i can see that.
i went to bed last night with the last entry in my mind.
the comments got to me a little.
i didn’t feel offended,
but i had to look at myself and had to ask,

“is it me?”

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think about this.
you are enjoying a perfect day.
sun is shining.
the wind smells so crisp.
you are wearing the perfect outfit.
everything fits you to a tee.
nothing could fuck up the day.
well, think about the opposite.
it’s raining hard.
everything just seems to be going wrong.
nothing can put a smile on your face.
you just want to go home and crawl into bed.
every thought you have feels heavy.
you just want to sleep.
maybe forever if you could.
that’s depression.
they say 120 million people on this planet suffer from it.
does that include everyone on social media?
so many people trying to play perfect.
their smiles so big on facebook.
bodies so sweet on instagram.
they tweet about their lives like it’s something out a movie.
they try to be modern day celebrities.
“why isn’t that me?”
“am i doing something wrong?”
you start to dig yourself into an emotional grave.
oh i been there.
trust.
“no one wants to hear about your problems so why even talk about it?”
i guess that’s why we are so shocked when they commit suicide.
life is funny that way.
when it comes to depression…

Why are we so scared to admit it?

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FOXMAIL

Jamari, I’m a big fan of your blog. I don’t really comment, but I enjoy the posts. I’ve always read your ‘Ask Jamari’ posts and find myself thinking ‘How do these foxes get into these situations’? I finally came to term that I have my own issues.

Long story short, I’m a discreet fox and I’m struggling to accept that my relationship with my boyfriend/best friend of 6 years is over. This shit is eating me up inside.

We were involved with each other since Senior year of high school, and we’ve been best friends since middle school. I’m 23, so he’s been apart of my life for a long time. We started growing apart during my Sophomore year of college – we both planned on joining fraternities but we never expressed interest in the same organization. He wanted to share in that experience of pledging with him, but I was a legacy of a different organization. I chose to uphold that and pledge my organization of choice on 2009.

Pledging my organization was one of the best personal decisions I aside for myself, and it is an honor to join the ranks of the men in my family. I didn’t realize it would be the beginning of the end for us though. After my probate on campus and spending time with the chapter, he got really distant. We’ve never been a ‘out’ couple (few people know about us) so it was hard to acknowledge his feelings. He always seemed jealous of my experience with my brothers and it affected our relationship. It was worse for him watching me be greek because the organization he wanted to join was suspended until this past August.

He pledged his organization this past Fall Semester. I supported him the entire time, which is something he never did for me. I wanted him to be happy and those processes are difficult. My graduation was in December so I wanted to see him finish. He crossed two weeks before graduation and I was happy. He got something that he wanted so badly and I was proud of him for not quitting.

Jamari. He broke up with me the morning of graduation…two weeks later. He told me that he needed to be seen with women and enjoy the perks of being ‘Greek’. Something he didn’t want me to do after I finished pledging. After all the support that I showed him, he told me that I wasn’t good enough for him. This wasn’t the same guy that I was best friends with, this wasn’t the same guy that I called my boyfriend.

This was almost four months ago and I don’t know how to regroup. I’m working post-graduation so I don’t see him often…but I support events that my chapter throws so I run into him a LOT. I can’t avoid him, but I can’t address my feelings because he won’t allow me to. I really don’t know what to say or do. I can’t talk to my fraternity brothers about it because they don’t know about me or the history of our relationship. I really just needed to vent and advice moving forward. I apologize for this ridiculously long post and I hope you can give me your thoughts.

MY ANSWER….

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does this…

make you hard as steel?
wolves come and go,
but green can keep me warm at night.
no seriously it can:

if i asked your broke ass what would you do if you got rich tomorrow…
i am sure you could provide me a list or two.
hell maybe 5.
we spend our days day dreaming of a better life.
this is what we bust our ass for daily.
getting up and going to a “ain’t shit” job.
working about 10 hours a day hoping one day,
it will all pay off.
one where we can afford to pay our bills,
eat at the most expensive restaurants,
travel to far away lands,
and hob knob with the best of em.
don’t even have to mention the amount of pussy/ass/dick you will get.
once you have money,
it cums (literally) by the boat loads.
i’m sure those online attention whores will finally notice you.
everyone becomes your friend.
you can literally buy other people to hang with you.
life certainly starts to become more enjoyable.
well that is before it’s all gone.
money,
low self esteem,
and no plan is the devil.
i had to ask the foxhole…

Can you mentally afford to be rich?

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