“The gay lifestyle is like tupperware.
Too much bottoms and not enough tops.”
Whether it is playing an intense video game between 4 people,
being a Baller Wolf and being on the field,
or going to a party with the flyest outfit on….
sometimes a good dose of healthy competetion keeps your mojo going.
But, in this lifestyle, it seems that the more Foxes keep popping up…
The more potential threats we have for us getting the Wolves we desire.
Or, the ones who are plotting against us for the Wolves we already have.
So many Foxes vying for the same Wolf.
Hybrids offering more to the lifestyle.
And, Wolves who have more options at the buffet table.
Where do you stand above the competition?
I like to give props to where props is due.
When I see a good looking Fox, I will compliment him.
Last night, I met a Fox who even made me say “DAMN!”.
He is fine as hell and to add insult to injury, he is a model.
Like me, he has that “serious” look on his face that even intimidated me.
It made me shy and not be as open as I usually am.
Did I mention he came with his Wolf who was even finer?
It was like a sex sandwich I had in my fantasies…
As I got the low down after,
I found out that he is discreet and pretty popular in that “mysterious” way
He is always in the clubs,
is in some kind of party promotion gay group,
and… did I mention he also happens to be a model?
His skin is like butter,
his voice is so smooth,
his body belongs in a museum,
and his swagger was on 110%.
He is fine and there is no denying it.
He made me want to be a better Fox to be honest.
I watched this finer Wolf low key enjoy all that fine-ness too.
He was his man… ya know?
You could kinda tell they were together, but the Wolf was so attentive to him.
That Wolf probably gets breakfast in the morning,
some great sex,
and they go and train together.
Or, was that my fantasy image of them?
I had to ask myself, “How did he meet that Wolf?”
“Are they happy?”
“And would that Wolf even be interested in me… compared to him?”
I had some kind of… insecurity moment I’m not ashamed to admit.
I would never admit it out loud or even to him.
I have never felt like that before about another Fox or Hybrid,
until I saw him with the finer Wolf of dreams.
I had to wonder why someone like that Fox would make me feel some kind of way?
And, I had to wonder through all my years of maneuvering in this lifestyle,
if anyone felt that way towards me?
Is it because he reminded of me?
We were similar in many various ways, but I had to skip that and go to the negative things I was lacking.
He could have been admiring me, even though we barely spoke.
In a world where the lack of a fat ass puts you in the back of the line,
any sign of fat puts you in the penalty box,
and a pretty face moves you up front….
It all leaves you in one big ring and you are trying to avoid brutal hits to your self esteem.
Are we all doing things in competition, rather than the actual hook up itself?
Foxes outing their finest conquests online.
Wolves trying to out-masculine the next Wolf.
Shit, Foxes and Hybrids trying to compete with each other.
Ugh, I had to ask…