before we start,
stefon diggs has a real fat tail.
i been peeping the side tail curves of the cheekage:

look at when he turns to the side and walks away with some other vixen on his “shoot up all the clubs” tour:

insta-cheekage with the little jello jiggle when he walks.
we stan.

anyhoo,
some she-jackal said not only was she allegedly fuckin’ stefon,
but she diggs all in that cake of his.
get it?
cause his last name is…
okay,
so these are her alleged tweets…

last season,
we saw two brothers engage in incest-like relations on the white lotus.
game of thrones crawled so these other shows could walk tbh.
in past entries,
i have had a few Foxholers share about experimenting with incest as kids.
that topic was always very taboo and/or “it was who explored my curiosity with first“.
it seems like kanye might be blowing the lid off his own secrets.
pun actually intended.
in an alleged “journaling tweet” of his,
he admits to having a close relationship with his cousin.
by close,
i meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…

WHAT TIMELINE IS THIS???????
AND WHY AM I IN IT?????

did elon musk call the “soon to be ex” prime minister of canada,
justin trudeau,
“girl”?
according to pop base on his x-twitter…

Is it just me or do we all know a male who seems to be living in a perpetual state of scrutiny?

maybe it’s us right now?
as we navigate the high-stakes forest of corporate life,
or even if we are in entertainment or sports,
the whispers begin the moment we start to climb the ladder.

“Is he married?”
“Does he have kids?”
“I don’t see him talking about anyone special…”

once those whispers gain volume,
especially if we are hiding who we are inside,
we will do anything to lower them.
we duck for cover with “the ugly“,
“the desperate“,
or some black males get with “the white” to keep a low profile.
in all of those spaces,
it’s better optics to have a vixen on your arm around your straight (or white) peers.
even in our families,
among our friends,
at church,
or in the neighborhood,
if you’re a guy without that “basic” life…

It is the little things God provides for me.

yesterday,
i decided to host a pity party.
it was raining,
i was tired AF,
one of the Foxholers shared something with me that made me really sad,
and i was emotionally not in the best place.
sometimes,
it’s not a great day for a pity party.
we can’t always be together and posting spiritual captions on our IG.
sometimes,
shit just sucks.
i sent this text to one of my sisters from another:

yes,
i had on adele.
i was already hitting the gas to 100 for maximum depression.
i was happy that i wasn’t the only one throwing a pity party tbh.
so as i was celebrating my pity on my couch,
something told me to check my phone.
when i looked,
i saw that i had a tweet that said…

as a gay male,
when i look at dante,
the first thing i see are those big powerful thighs.
the way his shorts are grippin’>
i love looking at big thighs in tight hoochie daddy shorts.
next,
i see his thick ass bawdy and lastly,
it’s his handsome face.
even though i don’t see much of a print,
i’ve still decided in my head and fantasies:

I’d let him smash.

as a gay male,
those are my rules of attraction.
i thought i knew what straight wolves liked,
but their rules have changed.
this tweet…

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