lonely

The Prize Yet To Be Claimed

“you are sitting there.
shiny.
waiting.
you are the object of desire.
everyone wants to try for your attention.
funny thing is…
they don’t.
they would rather play the easy game than the challenge.
you make people want to step up.
get their shit together because they know…
you not like everyone else.
the only problem is…
you are too much of a prize to really pursue.
how crazy is that?”

they say if you think you are a “prize”,
others will view you just the same.
does that really work in this life?
hell is it even working for the straights?
well i don’t know what to think about it anymore.
being the person that sits on the top shelf.
the one who pays their bills on time,
credit is exceptional,
everything is in their name,
and they are living that independent hustle.
realistically that all could be used against you when you are trying to date.
who woulda thunk?
check it…
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Not This Snow Storm

i didn’t want to go to work today…
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Can U Relate?

today i was free so i was talking to jay,
a regular in the foxhole comment box.
we were talking about trying to find a good therapist.
oh you judging?
you could stand to use a session or two.
uh huh.
no but seriously…
we both agreed that we need a therapist who could relate to “us”.
i personally don’t want a:

straight wolf
black vixen
lesbian
or anything of the snow like

i would love someone who was black,
gay,
and can relate to my issues rather than judge.
someone who knows what an attractive black discreet fox deals with.
as we both came to a mutual agreement,
he said the following and i swear,
everything came to a complete stop…

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Your Dick Is Not Good For Me

you know i was doing some thinking after that last entry…
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Dear Inmate… Have You Found Other Butt Cheeks To Smash?

i guess this is for all jailbird loving foxes out there.
i don’t know if you remember him:

well he was 1/4 of g-unit.
he went by young buck.
young buck is in the big house for three years.
apparently he is lonely,
has no friends.
and wants people to write him as he serves his time.
well cheer up buck.
an f-bi sent me his prison address where you can write him.
i’m sure he’ll be glad to read it…