The Day It Rained In My Bedroom

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…

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The Emancipation of The Fox Who Created His Own Restrictions

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?…

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You Ain’t Nothing But A Big Fat Bully… so There!

“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?

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Why I Rejected the Nice Wolf #123451564615613

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?

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

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?

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The Tail of Jamari’s First Date

First dates.

That is a phrase most of us haven’t heard in a while.
Some of ya’ll: NEVER.

“A date? wtf is that?”

You have to make sure you look good, find the right fit,
and lastly – wonder if he was impressive enough to give him some of that ripe booty.

Wolves and Foxes don’t date anymore.
We kind of just fuck our way into things.
No going to a low-key restaurant and getting to know each other.
Maybe even go grab drinks at a sports bar and talk.
It is date at the crib, boil some sausages, and then deep throat the Wolf’s other sausage.
You know how it goes these days.

Is dating dead amongst Foxes and Wolves?

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