Beep Me “69” or Call Me On My Cell Phone…

i couldn’t sleep.

it didn’t help that i read the 40+ comments to that last entry as they came in.
the whole night i thought about the rapper.
i thought about things he told me and things he spoke about.
i thought his life, his decisions, and his outcome.
as big as his list is,
his life isn’t where he needs it to be.
he is still trying to be taking seriously as a rapper.
he never had a serious job in his life.
how he makes money is a mystery.
he got frustrated over something trivial.
not to mention, he came in and dropped his coat on the floor.
no apartment or car.
i felt like i was in high school again.
after school.
he was the “pre baller wolf that came over to get tutored“.
i was the “geek who sat in the front of the class“.
he seems to just be going through life without a solid plan.
he is not a “man”.
my “man”.
he has actually dated a couple foxes in the past.
hell, i watched him fuck one’s brains out raw like it was a top rated myvidster flick.

“oh daddy! oh shit nigga! i love this dick!”
“________________” – no reply from him.

his pipe did the replying and judging from how he fucked him,
it loved him….


(lowkey: his ex is FINE as hell.
caramel, nice body, and looks like something being reblogged on tumblr.
hell, he could be on tumblr….)

but, i had to wonder what “dated” meant to him exactly?
was it someone he was having consistent sex with?
someone with a fat ass that was “his“?
did they even have a conversation?
one thing he told me yesterday:

“jamari, i like you because you listen to me.”

is this new to him?
in a world where sex is easy,
people cum and go,
and you are only as good as your last fuck i started to wonder…

Are we just a “number“?

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The 499 Booty Calls Of A Wolf-Hybrid Rapper… But Jamari Fox Ain’t 1.

“let me see all the people you messed with.”
“i can’t boo…”
“why not?”
“there is too much.”
“what is too much?”


that was the rapper wolf-hybrid.
i mentioned in my other entry a couple days ago that i met for lunch.
well, he was at my crib today.
he wanted to come over because he needed to get away.
plus, he wanted to let me hear a single he has been working on.
give him some tips on what he should do as far as his image.

low key: i still got myself “prepared” before he came over.
just in case.

i may have let him knock the dust off.
i know.
it’s been a long time and the way we been flirt texting….

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I Don’t Want To Be A Hoe Anymore… But Everyone Else Still Does.

i thought i admired “the hoe“.
the part played by many gays in this lifestyle.
i have done some “hoe-ish” things,
but i pretty much avoided the trap.
but i use to admire those who slept with all the fine wolves for some reason.
maybe because they used what they had to get what they wanted.
you call.
you cum.
they fucked and sucked because they genuinely liked it.
they even got a few sex videos lying around for bragging rights.
realistically, all hoes grow up sooner or later.
especially when it starts effecting that bread.
you can’t meet genuine friends because everyone is plottin’ to fuck.
i always looked at the “gettin’ wolves” aspect,
but never the “lack of respect“…. until today.
i started to wonder…

Do hoes really win?

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