*raises hand*

i get a kick out of the aaron taylor-johnson divorce rumors.
ya’ll want that lady out of his life and you know what?
i don’t blame us.
the last run of 2024 is going to be aaron’s year.
how he has been looking for his pop outs for kraven and nosferatu…

this interview he had at the mtv emas lives rent free in my head…

Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to walk through life with the confidence of a straight, white wolf/vixen?

this morning,
i ( x scrolled through an article ) about gwyneth paltrow’s daughter,
apple martin,
and i blurted out a thought i felt we weren’t supposed to say out loud:

Why can’t I feel entitled like that?

not the kind of entitlement that screams “spoiled brat” or “trust fund menace”,
but moreso a healthy entitlement.
the kind where you know your worth and demand that others treat you accordingly.
naturally,
my mind took a detour into the days i was a hot ‘n’ happen’n pick-me…

I’m always confused when they try to throw these types to the gays.

um,
unless it’ a pick-me gay,
the rest of us don’t want his ass.
i’m a black gay male who doesn’t have any issues with vixens.
i don’t like idiots but i don’t like idiots that come in all kinds and communities.

so i don’t understand how we got “here“.
allowing jackals from the early 1700s to have platforms in this decade.
we are allowing our kids to watch their streams; we gave others the power to run the country.
myron gaines from the platform,
“fresh ‘n’ fit“,
was on sneako’s stream going TF off on vixens who game…

Panic has a funny way of turning even the smartest among us into complete disasters.

it’s kind of like how those clueless white vixens,
who always run…

when fear takes over,
you’re stuck in fight,
flight,
or freeze mode.

If there’s a fire on your stove,
freezing isn’t exactly a winning strategy.

case in point of what was on my elon swamp timeline….

Thanksgiving might be over but my inbox got stuffed with scandal.

this latest drop from an F-BI is hotter than your leftover mac and cheese.
well,
it’s going on 4 days.
you better freeze or throw them out.
a F-BI sent me the following:

*turns the microwave on 2 minutes*
so according to this drop…

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I’ve had beef with God for a minute.

okay,
maybe more than a minute.
like,
a solid two-year feud.
blame it on what the church villagers were telling me:

“God is testing you.”
“God gives you what you can handle.”
“God’s just seeing if you’re worthy of a breakthrough.”

sure,
it sounds poetic,
but it felt like spiritual gaslighting.

Why would a loving God dish out trauma like it’s a rite of passage?
Why the hoops?
Why the pain?

if i’ve already proven myself,
why keep testing me?
it felt like cosmic abuse with only my name on it.
i was ready to give up on God because i’ve seen tired.
i’ve been stuck in this loop,
playing by the rules,
yet running in circles.
this past sunday,
sarah jakes-roberts dropped a gem in her sermon that hit me like a plot twist…