quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

Continue reading “His Pipe Is American Express… But He Treats Me Like The Dollar Store.” →

wolves and hyrbids:

now my friend is a little insecure.
i’m going to bring him in but he has a question…

do you think his ass looks fat?

ok come on in…

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I’M LOOKING FOR A MAN.

1 tweet.
75 re-tweets.
10 favorites.
250 mentions.

Dating has turned into social media spectacle.
The social media spectacle has turned into a hot ass mess.
That hot ass mess is our reality.

Social media has destroyed dating, yet it has advanced our life in many ways.
It allows us to connect with people from the past,
take pictures of our daily lives,
and show our exact “geo” on a map.
But, it has pretty much set us back when it comes to finding a good man.

How many times have you met someone online,
go on a great date with him,
hit it off well,
and come home that night to see him back online?

But, what if all this tweeting and Facebooking has become a convenient mask?
You don’t even need to fuck anymore.
I can Skype your OoVoo in my face.
Sigh.
I started to wonder…

Has social media made it harder to date?

Continue reading “I’ll Tweet That Wolf To Go And Then Friend Him For Life!” →

Ronald was a cute cute cute boy…
but see, he ain’t know it.

See, Ronald was told all his life that he was attractive, but he ain’t never believe it.
He grew up with a younger brother that got all the attention and all the toys.
This left poor Ronald fighting and rebelling for his parent’s love.
Ronald was also gay and was looking for Wolves to make him feel appreciated.
He would fall for their empty compliments because he wanted love.
He would do whatever these Wolves said because he felt that they “loved” him somehow.
I ain’t recall a night of peen “love”, but whatever.
Ronald fucks, sucks, and ends up alone once they are done with him.

*****

The story of “Ronald” is much like some of ours.
We are looking for that Wolf-In-Armor to come rescue our asses and be our “Beacon of Self Worth“.
Sadly, a Wolf can sniff out low self esteem in a heart beat and use it against us.
Why do we look for validation from others when we need to look in a damn mirror?
Why are we searching for something that can only be found in oneself?
It’s like we are in one dark ass room looking for the door to get out,
but we are too busy feeling around looking for a switch.

I had to ask…

Are you searching through another for your self esteem?

Continue reading “Flattery Just Gets You Fucked… 4real4real.” →

This is for everyone.

Foxes.
Wolves.
and Hybrids.

You decided to meet up with a dude you been talking to over a year.
He was insecure about his looks and wanted to take his time.
You, being the kind _______ and patient person you are,
you waited…

Well you finally met up with him and …

Continue reading “Meetup With A Faceless Stranger: (19)” →

This is for everyone.

Foxes.
Wolves.
and Hybrids.

You decided to meet up with a dude you been talking to over a year.
He was insecure about his looks and wanted to take his time.
You, being the kind _______ and patient person you are,
you waited…

Well you finally met up with him and …

Continue reading “Meetup With A Faceless Stranger (14)” →