i hope when god blesses me with a great wolf.
i want the typical things like loyalty,
but i hope he always turns me on.
i can’t get with just anyone and be happy. i would cheat on that poor fella like it was nothin. at least i’m honest.
i want that “olivia and fitz/scandal type bond”…
their chemistry turns me on. as dysfunctional as that is, he loves her.
the way he looks at her when she walks in a room.
it’s like time stops.
he is attracted to everything about her. mind. body. soul.
i nearly exploded watching that episode…
valentine’s day. the straight couple’s holiday?
shit i don’t even know if that’s even true anymore. i just saw a sista in the supermarket buying about 2 tubs of ben and jerrys.
remember when you were a young cub and it actually meant something?
ycolor a heart shaped piece of paper and give it to the girl sitting a couple of rows from you. maybe you were a playa playyyaaaa and had a chick in another class.
i see you….
ima get right into it.
is every black man in NY a:
singer. songwriter. producer. rapper. model. personal trainer. athlete. stylist.
i don’t think i have met a doctor, lawyer, or engineer in the last couple years.
i don’t even think i have met someone who wants to be behind the scenes either.
ialways meet wannabe stars and hood stars.
many of them who happen to be gay and trying to front.
or, many of them willing to be gay so they can be in front.
now granted i do work in the industry,
but it kills me the abundance of blown up heads because you have a EP.
the fact you dressed your friend automatically made you a stylist.
the fact you always winning in Rucker Park makes you a baller wolf.
or, the fact you take good pictures makes you a model.
some have talent.
who will make it?