YOU CAN’T SIT AT THE FOXHOLE TABLE!

high school.
a place where the jock is worshiped,
the mean girls rule,
and the nerds are tortured.
funny enough,
social media has brought us right back to our classrooms.
learning life and the lessons that come along with it.
we aren’t passing notes in second period history,
but sending direct messages to people we think are cute.
if you have enough followers,
you have the power.
hell if you have a fat ass you are popular.
we have taken a sad turn.
i often wondered if life is just on big continuation after we graduate?
even in college,
there is still a social caste system we will probably never avoid.
i started to wonder…

Where do you fit in?

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we can’t avoid them.
hell they aren’t easy to ignore.
you know them very well.
they are the fun-filled characters who dominate our social media experience.
they have the best bodies and perfect faces.
they are a mystery (until you find their twitter and it completely turns you off).
they command re-blogged pictures and over 100 likes.
same face; same smile; same poses.
this is how they keep up their “celebrity” status.
they always have a talent (average at best).
it’s like they need to “be” something for us to like them.
model, rapper, singer, or business man.
one that we hope will one day be recognized by the upper echelon.
but for now,
they find their audience through computer screens and cell phones.
they are our fantasy.
we hope that with enough comments,
they will finally “@” us to show their acknowledgement.
well i’m here to tell you stop being stupid…

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quality.
you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.

… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
possess it.
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…

when did our material possessions worth more than us?

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wake up.
stretch.
look at the ceiling.
grab phone.
sign onto jack’d.
look through messages.
none worth replying.
go get breakfast.
eat.
look through ads.
find one.
talk.
clean up crib.
clean up insides.
invite over.
suck.
fuck.
suck.
fuck.
he leaves.
hop on jack’d.
go through profiles.
sign on bgc and a4a.
look through more profiles.
do it some more.
and some more.
go to bed.

is this the life of you?
is your whole world dominated by looking for a wolf/hybrid/or fox?
have you lost control of your priorities?
what do you want to do with your life anyway?
or, are you satisfied being an online socialite?
i started to wonder…

Where is your focus right now?

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I’M LOOKING FOR A MAN.

1 tweet.
75 re-tweets.
10 favorites.
250 mentions.

Dating has turned into social media spectacle.
The social media spectacle has turned into a hot ass mess.
That hot ass mess is our reality.

Social media has destroyed dating, yet it has advanced our life in many ways.
It allows us to connect with people from the past,
take pictures of our daily lives,
and show our exact “geo” on a map.
But, it has pretty much set us back when it comes to finding a good man.

How many times have you met someone online,
go on a great date with him,
hit it off well,
and come home that night to see him back online?

But, what if all this tweeting and Facebooking has become a convenient mask?
You don’t even need to fuck anymore.
I can Skype your OoVoo in my face.
Sigh.
I started to wonder…

Has social media made it harder to date?

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Aggression.

I do not know about anyone else,
but I am HIGHLY attracted to a Wolf who is aggressive.
You see the pictures I put up in MEAT.
All Wolves who give the impression that they will actively pursue me (and fuck my brains out).
As a Fox, we are more than likely drawn to aggression.
Which is kind of why we like MEN in the first place.
It can be a turn on and something different than the norm.

A Wolf who chases us!
One we are attracted to also!
Eureka!

But what if you are in the radar of a Wolf whose only aggressive when he wants some ass?
He has no job and no kind of independence… but when he wants some sex, he is on the hunt?
What happens when he is absolutely perfect… except when it comes to making money and being a “man”?
And how bad is it when YOU as a Fox, Hybrid, or even Vixen has bigger BALLS than the Wolf you are fucking?

How do we spot the “Fools Gold” Wolf?

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