my summer is gonna be all about glo’in up,
and trying to get all the coins from this blogging career.
unless it’s someone i’m really attracted to,
or one of my crushes comes with that “please forgive me” pipe (doused in clorox),
i’ve postponed my search for my next great wolf.
This Rona shit is no joke
…and it seems to be getting worse since cities started opening up.
so a foxholer sent me something about all the gays that headed to dallas last weekend.
i guess it was to partying,
but mask and safety-free.
someone from this group from one of the dallas trips:
posted this on their ig stories…
the good news is he might have gotten some sex before he goes on that quarantine life.
everyone thought the rona was over but:
the rona is on full tilt disrespect.
until they start testing,
i’m soooooooo good on the outings.
i know a few people who know others who caught the rona,
one whose grandfather has died,
and even a foxholer:
new yawk did phase 2 and i can’t wait to see how this turns out.
i hope everyone who is outside is at least wearing a mask.
it’s selfish as hell to not be.
even if you don’t have symptoms,
you could still have it.
next thing you know,
you kill great aunt mook and Lord knows who else.
lowkey: at this point,
future bae and i will have to have a whole bath in dettol before we touch each other…
my caribbean foxholers know about that dettol.