it’s so ironic that i used that picture on Foxhole stories the day of the met gala.
i loved the outfit and thought the model was handsome.
in my creativity,
i duct taped that pic with a fox head and fonted:

“attending the Met Gala in spirit.”

i saw this tiktok about the model in the actual picture,
even though he is the face of the promo for the met gala this year,
he is actually working a 9-5 or a 6-9.

This is the reality of many of us who haven’t given up.

what self help tiktok or manifestation twitter doesn’t tell you…

This picture is brutal but it is life.
It is the circle of life.

i had a dream about this picture last night and it came with a message.
as you can see,
that picture is a leopard who killed a monkey,
while its child clung to its lifeless body.
it was shot by igor altuna.
what’s interesting is that…

Shawn Mendes admitted recently he is still trying to figure his sexuality out.

i get it.
there was a point where i was in the prison of the struggle.
in a few ways,
i still struggle.
sometimes,
i think many gay folks forget what the stuggle was/is like.
before we became “yassified” and hungry little animals for cum,
there was a fearful place of “nah i’m good” to anything remotely gay.
i’ll never forget…

Do you ever look at someone like Swole Ricketts and wonder…
Does he ever have any real problems?

let’s say a problem you had was your car.
it’s acting up,
making you late,
and giving you hella grief.
it finally breaks down,
forcing you to take the bus or the train,
but in the process…

You save enough to fix it or get a new one.

problem solved,
right?
things are good for a literal minute,
but just when you think you’re in the clear,
and you can finally treat yourself to a trip or something cute…

I had to wonder:
Have you ever just had to curse God out real stink?
Ugh.

yesterday,
i woke up feeling on top of the forest,
with a perfectly curated plan for my week.
by evening,
life threw a curve ball straight to my gut.
naturally,
i did what any rational but slightly unhinged new yawker would do…

I couldn’t help but wonder,
has our value as humans become tied with our ability to perform?

picture this…