when i was a kid,
my mother bought me a doll.
i think my mother would have been okay with me being gay tbh.
it wasn’t barbie or a baby doll,
but it was def a doll the size of a ninja turtle.
i loved this doll and played with it along with my action figures.

the way i played with toys was usually superhero shit.
the female characters were either fighting or were “damsels to rescue”.
i would create worlds with my imagination,
often times taking boxes and making tanks or battleships.

well,
one day my doll up and disappeared.
anytime my grandmother wasn’t home,
i tore her house down looking for my doll.
at a young age,
i could sense fuck shit so i KNEW she had something to do with it.

when my mother died,
she admitted she tossed it in the trash.

when i tell people this story,
they were always empathetic.
i was also told from many people that incident created trauma too.
the things our parentals did to make sure “we weren’t gay“.
when i see parents like…

if you a real “got a good photographic memory” type of muthaufucka,
you can track attentionistos by the size and length of their eggplants.
ones you THOUGHT were straight.
well,
i thought he was straight but i feel ya’ll got a “DUH” waiting for me.
for The Foxhole,
we get a ding in our senses.
so when i had a big azz ding about the following eggplant…

and the exceptionally round tail it was going in and out of

that made me put 2×2 together...

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i love brandy and monica with a passion buuuuuuuuuuuutttttt….

two weeks.
two weeks until the end.
two weeks until the trap door opens.
two weeks until i might be,
well,
homeless.

what do you do when the countdown to your next chapter feels more like a ticking time bomb than a fresh start?

i refuse to be the fox living out of his shoes…

i have a theory about this but i’ll get into it later.

while i was on a mental vacation,
The Foxhole was sending me stuff about the latest power couple on a baecation.
zed-minusray and kellon deryck.

Foxhole,
if you think this is going to be a love story,
i see why some of these OF jackals scam ya’ll.
this situation(ship) is one thing and one thing only…

you ever known a couple and knew it would end in disaster?
yup,
that was me with ^that mess above.
even at a young age,
i knew a “he hit a lick” when i saw one.
so i’m reading all of these new details from kevin federaline,
britney spears ex-husband,
and wow.

( x article 1 )
( x article 2 )

it doesn’t help she is on IG acting bat shit crazy atm.

i’m tired of the #teambritney excuses about this.
in the same breath,
i am old enough to remember when we were SUS CITY on kevin.
we knew that he wasn’t shit but she was trying to put lipstick on a pig.
at this point of her story,
she was out of control and did not care what anyone thought hence:

cue The Foxhole legendary gif:

well she got her “well you should have listened” as they all do,
and he got fat AF eatin’ good off her money.
in another “hit a lick” scheme,
he is trying to expose her in a memoir.
Foxhole,
this is another “hard head; soft ass” lesson in…