“I found me a new pineapple this year.
Who knows how to handle this here.” – MC Lyte

i’ve decided that when it comes to me and dating this year,
i’m stepping it up.
i’m going to be a high-class escort.
yes,
you read right…

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Sometimes,
I think we are no different than sex workers.

watching anora left me with a lot of thoughts…

For the final day of 2024,
the air feels different,
doesn’t it?

maybe it’s just me,
but i’m inspired about closing the chapter on a year like this one.
was 2024 a dumpster fire?
was it a garbage bag filled with shit that was set on fire?
was it cleaning your Foxhole out,
only to be stood up?
was it meeting the wolf of your dreams for him to be a pu$$y azz bitch?

absolutely,
but here we are.
we are standing on this year’s ashes with a hint of optimism creeping in,
whether we admit it or not.
so,
how am i going to end this year?…

picture one of your fantasies on social media.
any male,
whether he is gay or straight.

How far would you go to see a male you have fantasized about having sex?

well,
that was me last week and i got disappointed…

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Mask off.

What happens when the American dream morphs into a nightmare you didn’t sign up for?

for years,
we believed hard work and a degree guaranteed stability.
this christmas,
reality delivered a stocking full of coal.
muskrat and “that indian jackal” made it painfully clear…

I got something that I didn’t realize until yesterday when I was in sudden pain.

it all started with an itch…