that last entry bothered me.
well, magic mike was a strange movie.
i was just there for the dancing.
but, that entry about that hyena who was giving the vomit head.
that was so odd to me.
i wanted to give that misguided hyena a hug.
seriously.
he needed one.
or 27,000.
i watched the videos and asked myself how did he get to this point?
when did giving free head become the new fallback career?
was it society?
or, was it insecurity?
maybe if he took that skill he is so proud of,
and tried to turn it into a money making career,
he would be paid.
but i’m sure if you called him a “hoe“,
he would get insulted.
this is why i could never take these boys seriously.
they are okay being free hoes.
paying the wolf to suck him off.
who does that??!?!?
i had to ask…

Are these hyenas and jackals comfortable being ratchet?

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when did you stop giving a fuck?

how many times were you hurt,
betrayed,
or even frustrated to stop caring about people’s feelings?
is it something you learned from an early age?
or, is it something you got over time?

not giving a fuck is not hurting people for no reason.
it also doesn’t mean going out and having raw sex.
it just means that you don’t give a fuck about stupid shit.
you are in full control of yourself and your emotions.
plus, you say what you need to say without regret.

the world can be a cruel place.
it can feel like a death trap when you are loyal and follow the rules.
as much as you try to be the “best” you can be,
other people who aren’t giving no even half a fuck are making it.
they are the ones with the careers,
everyone at their whim,
and life is a happier place.
they don’t look at other people because they are the only ones who matter.
they are going through life with no fucks and actually making great strides.
yet, you are where you are.
giving a fuck.
so i had to ask…

How many fucks do you give?

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i am be the greatest fox alive.
i live a comfortable life.
i am wealthy.
i know ballers wolves.
i have great friends.
i have amazing readers.
i have a lot of connections.
i will continue to be a success with ideas.

all of those things are absolutely true.
some just haven’t happened yet,
but some have already started happening.
they will because i have aligned my self talk with my desires.

in life, you could either be beaten down and accept the bullshit life hands to you.
start getting yourself ready for battle.
you need to be brave in this world.
life is not for weaklings and softies.
only the strong survive.
being black and liking men already puts you behind everyone else…
or does it?
we are lucky in many ways.
for one,
no annoying child support and we tend to be blessed with SUPER HUMAN LIKE talent.

we choose which direction we want to go.
we choose how people will react to us.
we also choose whether we want respect or bad treatment.
i demand respect.
you should too.
that is the first step in aligning yourself towards where you want to be.
no one should tell you who you are.
you should ALWAYS tell them.
below are some rules i follow to be great…

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jamari fox loves top-notch wolves.

don’t get me wrong.
i like regular wolves too.
tonight this is about wolves that are in the public eye.
the ones i show you that make your dicks hard.
this isn’t for my christians and conservatives.
i don’t fuck with ya’ll.
why you even on here?
secretly, you know you want that life.
if you weren’t so uptight….
well…

i’m going to teach you what the snow foxes know that the black ones dont.
they are about their paper.
point-blank period.
trust, they don’t fuck around when they meet someone in the public eye.
why do you think all the top white actors, directors, and execs’s snow foxes are nicely taken care of?
some are even in the damn will!!!!!
why are they set up in condos and have a career doing something?
i can’t tell you how many white gay foxes in the city that have a lifestyle sponsored.
well one, they know the value of a closed mouth.
two… well, they are about that life.
their life is NOT a basketball wife full of drama.

when you meet a baller wolf,
things can go by fast.
you get swept up in a lifestyle of cars, clothes, and cack.
that is, if you don’t come off like a dick swallowing jump off.
you go from shopping at the bodega to browsing at bergdorfs.
you will learn the difference between armani and tom ford.
you may see a different airport every week.
you’ll wake up to room service and do not disturb signs.
do you know what it is like to fuck on egyptian cotton?
if you are masculine, you will be thrust into the spotlight with him.
you may join him in the club.
you will pop bottles.
you will know what ace of spades taste like.
you will sit in VIP.
you will meet beyonce and rihanna.
dap up jay-z and chris brown.
you will go to the games.
sit in the box seats.

you are:
the assistant.
the stylist.
the publicist.
find a career and learn to do something.
get on his payroll.
do not be “the random guy in the crew”.
strive to be:

^kinda like nicki minaj’s bag carrier.

sound exciting, doesn’t it?
well…

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people talk too much.
or they have someone who can talk for them.
it kills me how you can find out someone’s business without even knowing them.
all you have to do is ask someone that runs in their circle and you will find your answers.
with the burst in social media and everyone being an open book…

Is it possible to be private in this lifestyle?

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i know you got one.
everyone seems to have one.
some people do the usual 9 to 5 with a 6 to 1 on the side.
not everyone wants to slave at two jobs though.
i know people selling avon.
got some people on my left doing mca.
on my right, i know a few selling sex toys.
people are trying to become rich.
fuck that.
sadly, many are trying to become hood rich.

that easy money.
that type of bread that brings the bottles and the bitches.
that type of green that brings vip lists and front row seats.

let instagram tell it,
everyone who lives in the hood has louie, gucci, and prada.
vixens have on loubs and giuseppes.
wolves are throwing bills while sipping on ace of spade bottles.
this is the new “american dream“.
we are attracted to those living that lifestyle,
but i started to wonder…

Is easy money always easy?

Continue reading “Hey Big Illegal Money Spender, Cum Spend A Little Time With Me…..” →