we are powerful.
i can tell just by the commentsyou leave.
unless you are a hyena who wanders into the foxhole,
the foxhole is a very intelligent bunch.
if we banded together,
we could bring down the nation with the secrets we keep. so why do we do what we do?
we give our power away to those who don’t deserve it.
the person that calls you every time they need help.
they know you will drop what you’re doing. in return…? well… i got to thinking about something today… Continue reading “He Just Likes That You Answer His Call When He Needs Help”
in the “gold digga” era, one of the most important things is knowing your worth.
now a lot of “us”mistake it for who we can get to fuck us. “i am fuckin this wolf, who is married, with cubs, and a football playa, who looks like trey songz, drives a range, and owns part of the moon! i win!!!!”
actually you lost.
all you got was some free nutand an empty stomach. naw you can get anyone to fuck you, but its how he (or anyone) treats you determines what you allow. what are you allowing?
yeah lets get into it… Continue reading “My Worth Is Down In The Back of My Drawz (Wanna See?)”
i love the vixen’s over at baller alert.
i usually get more info about whose the hot new baller wolf on the scene,
plus the stories they have usually keeps me glued to my screen.
i hope to get like them one day with a legion of foxes,
and hyrbids sending me in their tales. today’s story is about:
nick young and a vixen who wanted some cash before he dug in her ass. she claims she didn’t get the right payment her pussy is worth…
i often wondered if men are supposed to have standards?
i always hear that we are always supposed to be DTF.
we meet someone online/in the club and spread it the same night.
anything else is how vixens are supposed to be treated.
they are the ones who need to be pampered.
they are the ones who get the vip life.
this is why all the vixens who are hoes get the husband,
while the gay guy who is a hoe gets HIV.
as a fox who clearly loves himself, am i suddenly supposed to turn that offto meet a wolf? am i suppose to be easy to get something that is hard?
looking online and all around,
i see what happens to people who forget their value.
on the flip of a coin,
i also see what it is like to hold your value and be alone.
i started to wonder…
Are men in this lifestyle supposed to be valuable?
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?