Tag: love
well i’ve got more than one condoms to last me a while…
They say the past has a funny way of circling back.
well,
this is the kind of circling back i’m into!
i recently found myself on the receiving end of a very sexy blast from the past,
courtesy of one condoms!
picture this:
a big package,
filled to the brim with condoms and stickers…
i think we are missing the obamas frfr
Have you ever found yourself missing the Obamas,
wondering if we were just…
better with them in charge?
last night,
as i watched them speak at the dnc,
it felt like a wave of nostalgia mixed with a cold dose of reality.
the obamas have this way of making you want to level up.
michelle,
especially.
i’m glad that she has shifted her past stance.
she went from “when they go low, we go high” to:
“You come for me and I’ll dropkick you straight to hell.”
i’m here for every bit of it.
after the speeches ended and the tv went dark,
a thought kept circling in my mind.
is it just me…
imagine pole vaulting on a DL baller in paris at the olympics rn?
Imagine linkin’ with someone with this accessory in Paris during the Olympics?
In the forest of hook up apps and not truly knowing who is behind the profile,
it is possible to link with someone for a good time.
You think you’re meeting a regula civilian and don’t realize you’re getting worked out by a baller wolf/fox/hybrid.
so what a time to be a DL baller wolf during the olympics right now!
if you’re lucky to live in paris,
and close to the olympic village,
you could probably get on grindr and…
NOT
...link with any baller wolf looking to get off.
nope.
uh uh.
you’re probably gonna be out of luck.
grindr did something pretty dope for gay/bi baller wolves/foxes/hybrids,
who are either out or in via their blog on their website…
good luck trying to fit in with the straights, babe!
when i was a young millennial who was struggling with my sexuality,
i needed to hear “good luck, babe!” by chappell roan.
i heard it recently and it was like finding a lifeline.
she’s singing a Foxhole anthem of our young,
gay,
and dealing with the confused in love and lust.
the song tells the story of a lesbian who falls for another girl,
but that girl’s pretending to be straight.
“good luck, babe!” is chappell’s way of saying:
“You can’t suppress who you really are but I hope it all works out with the straights!
You’ll always fantasize about me but I hope things work out in your dead end relationship with home girl!”
with that gem of comfort and acceptance,
and because music is a solace for many of us during the good and bad,
i have to ask…
the way some of ya’ll kept your feets on castro and jacobi’s necks was inspiring…
I couldn’t help but wonder:
Are we finally waking up to the madness that’s been parading as entertainment?
a friend recently said to me:
“Have you noticed a majority of folks on OF are crazy or severely mentally ill?”
i paused,
but honestly,
i had to agree.
many of these folks are confidently nuts or selling their souls. let’s take it a step further…
so that guy is actually with that other guy now?
This could be us but you wanna be straight.
everyone has “that guy“.some of us have multiple guys but for this entry,
it’ll be about “that guy”.
It’s the guy that we want to have a happy ending with.
it seems like those two above are trying to have theirs.
so i posted about ( x this story ) and i got a nice update…
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