i have been a silly hoe.
not in the literal sense, depending on which era of my life i was in,
but i was giving a part of me away for “something”.
i was spreading myself far and wide for love and affection.
when i looked at how many bodies i collected,
and how we were all virtual strangers at this point,
i realized that these folks don’t need direct access to me anymore. so in my new rebrand, restart, and rebecoming…
i live in new yawk, but mentally, i’ve been in another country at a wellness retreat.
when i shut down my personal social media accounts,
the intent was to come back once i was healed.
that means work on this therapy shit hardbody. foxhole, i can say i’m well on my way to being healed and reclaiming my time.
i feel like serena van der woodsoncoming back to ny in the first episode of og gossip girl.
on my final purge today,
on a brand new moon,
my phone’s contact listlost some serious weight.
that hoe is skinny af. the way i see things now is this…
Call it a gift.
As some Foxes make Wolves get into that zone in private,
others can do that in public and be the “friend” or “cousin”.
Some Wolves actually like the fact he can bring you outside and you not raise a single alarm.
But, when you meet a Wolf who has a WIFEY… how do you keep from having her suspect anything?
Wolves these days are putting Vixens on their arms and pretending to be straight.
It is pretty pointless and messy if you ask me, but whatever.