Have you ever told a Straight Wolf about you?

Not any Straight Wolf, but the one you real cool with.
He is pretty much your best friend (do people still have those these days?)
He will call you when he was Vixen, or any problem for that matter.
He has no issue taking off his shirt or walking around in his drawz.
But, he will also, for some odd reason, act like you are his man… low-key.
And then when you think the coast is clear for you to be bold,
he says:

“YO CUT THAT GAY SHIT OUT…”

but will then do some other suspect shit on a later date.

…HUH?

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