What The Fuck Do U Want From Me?

So last entry was the depression.
You KNOW I don’t like to stay on that to long.
You can’t keep a good Fox down, right?

So we will go on the uplifting part….

What had bothered me (and us) about ourselves and this lifestyle was merely mental.
You can do something about it.
So, we decided to do a little exercise that ended up allowing me to see what kind of man I wanted
and what I should be concentrating on.

You can also play along too.
Trust me, it’s fun.

Continue reading “A-HA (ALL CAPS)” →

Or I as I call it, “The Peen Factory”.

I love going to straight clubs because there tends to be less drama…
… and I don’t hear Beyonce playing every other second,
with a voguing contest and drag show as the night goes on.

Plus,
you are the flavored meat to a pack of wolves.
Wheras in a gay club, you are ONE of MANY.

Continue reading “The Straight Club” →

Continue reading “Want To See Him Beat? I Sure Do!” →

Which porno star has this white woman not able to remember her name?

Continue reading “Flash Fucks… Again” →

Damn.

Damn was standing at 6’1 and a slim 175 pounds.
Damn was also beige complected with chinky eyes and nice thick eyebrows.
Damn had on a brown and tan plaid shirt, some loose fitting jeans, and Tims.
Damn had on no coat but some car keys in his hands.
(Jetta, maybe)
Damn also had me brick first time I saw him.
Damn was DAMN fine too.

Damn. Damn. Damn!

Continue reading “Downtown; Friday Night” →

Missed me?

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