I use to be scared of the dick.
Now I throws lips to the shit.
Handles it like a real bitch….

Yet, Lil Kim is alone… and a face full of crazy.
She has a wall so high up that a nigga needs a hurdle to get over it.
Trina has boasted that she is the baddest bitch,
but there is yet to be a ring on that finger.
She was sending crying pictures to Kenyon Martin after he dropped her ass.
That doesn’t sound like the “baddest bitch” to me.
Evelyn Lozada probably has some great Spanish twat,
but it left her engaged for 9 years to Antoine Walker and putting up with bullshit from Ochocino.
She politely told him on national TV that if he wants to fuck some other bitch,
she will buy the condoms.
She also told him that she needs to “like the girl” if they decide to menage.
Excuse me, say what now??!?
… and these are just Vixens!
Don’t even get me started on the gay side of the fence.
Because realistically, we are all a hot ass mess on this side of town.

Every muthafucka thinks their shit is official.
I sometimes have to roll my eyes when I see/hear/smell that bullshit.
We listen to these rap divas and real life bitches and take on their sexual persona.
On social media and even real life,
everyone is bragging they have the tightest walls or the official throat.
But, if all it took was some bomb dome or good Foxtail to “keep a Wolf in the house“…
why is you alone in the crib doing Kegals?
Or, you sitting on a chat site all damn day  going through men like jock straps in the NFL?
Just stop it….

You could have some nice plump lips from “Casa De La SupaHead“,
or even the fattest ripest ass that would put Buffy the Body to shame,
but my question is…

Why are you still single?

Continue reading “Dear G-Spot, My Bomb Pussy Needs A Permanent Dick.” →

Today was a strange day for this Fox.

I sat in my house, practically in the dark and let random thoughts take over me.
I watched television for a little and tried to cheer myself up.
Realistically, I did SHIT besides have a mini meeting to discuss future plans and goals.
I have decided to move forth on a few ventures alone,
since as of late,
I have been treated like SHIT.
But, being alone and in the dark can be dangerous.
It brings about the things that you keep hidden.
Things that causes the worst depressions and thoughts you can’t un-think.

An idle mind truly is the devil’s playground…

Continue reading “The Day It Rained In My Bedroom” →

I woke up with an Epiphany this morning.
Before I could wipe the cold out my eyes and pop a toothbrush in my mouth,
I was awoken by the sound of my inner voice screaming.
Sounds psycho, I know.
But, I have been feeling somewhat… down and disgusted these last few days.
I have been feeling “tired”, “worried”, and “over it”.
It has been making me sick and throwing up.
Somehow and somewhere, I picked up bad acid reflux or something.
I would rather be in bed sleep than actively doing anything.
And when I had to go somewhere, I wasn’t fully invested.
I must have been hit with some kind of depression that crept on me like a vine.

But, where THE FUCK did it come from?…

Continue reading “The Emancipation of The Fox Who Created His Own Restrictions” →

“UM, SAY WHAT????”

We have all had the moments.
Someone says something to us and we are ready to knock their heads right off their shoulders.
The older I get, I realize that people are really shady.
They are not nice and will try to treat you like shit.
It use to bother me until I learned how to skillfully be nice/nasty.
So I had to ask you, my reader…

How much bullshit do you tolerate?

Continue reading “You Ain’t Nothing But A Big Fat Bully… so There!” →

I like Wolves with an edge.

Ok let me cut the shit, I like Wolves who are fine.
Yeah a Fox wants to cum off the sight of you.

Maybe that is my downfall?
I know this sounds typical, but I do not like Wolves that look like I can break them in half.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
I tend to be attracted to what deems to be the “man’s man” (as with every Fox)
… and unfortunately, I have turned down so many damn Foxes, fems, and Nice Wolves.

I don’t get it.

A masculine Wolf of my dreams seems to be intimidated by the Fox that is me.
YET, I can seduce a queen, A Fox, a Vixen… or a nice Wolf I am not attracted too in 2.5 seconds.

I had to ask myself this morning:

Is it me?

Continue reading “Why I Rejected the Nice Wolf #123451564615613” →

Rejection is a bitch, ain’t it?
ESPECIALLY from someone like this:

or even this:

You see the Wolf of your dreams and you must have him.
Why wouldn’t he want you? – you ask.
You are cute, have a great personality, and a smile that can light up the room.
Shit, fuck that, YOU ARE SEXY.
You are perfect.
So you think you have what it takes and go after your Wolf.

Only to get CURVED.

You play it off like you are good and that asshole didn’t know what he is missing.

Uh huh. Yeah. Shit.

Okay…

You think it is over, but it isn’t.
There is a lot more to come after that rejection.

How do you really react when you are rejected?

Continue reading “Rejected. Curved. “HE DONT WANT YOUR ASS!”… Same thing, really.” →