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added: dressing nice and never trying to catch any diseases.
we encounter many wolves,
its like we spend our days putting our lives to the side for “someone”.
it can leave many of us emotionally drained,
and not feeling worth anything.
in looking back in my life,
i can see i have always chased wolves.
i wanted this big bad wolf to be the cure of what i’m lacking within.
in the feelings of frustration and loneliness,
i have felt half crazy.
asking myself what the hell am i even doing this for?
and will i be alone for the rest of my life?
i can see why many of “us” either go insane,
become unapologetic thots,
or go “straight” and live a lie for companionship.
i had to wonder…
Can this life make you crazy?…
we go out daily and see people we can’t have.
we “assume” they want us,
but ASSumptions can make you an ass.
that can drive you crazy trying to “bait and tackle”.
lets say we do end up with someone.
its great for a week or two,
but it feels very fragile.
you both spend more time fuckin‘ than getting to know each other.
it ends faster than it began with no warning.
you wonder if its “you”.
that can and will drive you crazy.
you meet the “prototype”,
but he is living a “straight” life and doesn’t want to end up getting outed.
so in turn,
he drives you crazy and has you feeling like a fool.
you knew what you were getting when you got with him.
so you go crazy and out him.
what about the “prototype” that is popular in scene?
you met him on jack’d and when you think its all about you,
he is still signed on talking to other people.
add a double dose of “hell naw” and “drive ya crazy”.
you have people trying to tell you what you need to do to meet someone.
they haven’t been successful,
so they want you to join in on the dysfunction.
misery does love company,
you watch vixens meeting the wolves of dreams.
they show them off on social media or in your face.
you don’t even know what the word “date” is.
all you know is to be “face up; ass down” between “11pm and 3am”.
we chose to be celibate.
everyone is looking at you like you crazy.
then this: we love the feeling of raw sex,
that when we give that “privilege” to everyone.
well hiv is given and the “victim act“ is our newest accessory.
see where i’m going with this?
they say if you do the same thing over and over,
excepting the same results,
that is a sign of crazy.
well we must all be crazy because this life is a routine.
one that doesn’t seem to be working for many of us.
we are all suffering and looking for something to make us feel good.
instead of working on ourselves,
we put our hope in meeting this knight to make everything all better.
we broke as hell,
but more concerned with the hunt.
how can we expect this “knight” to want to ride off in the sunset,
when we only know how to fuck/suck him?
do you even know him anyway?
we see what others do and try to emulate.
each and every time.
there are wolves being forced to turning into foxes,
foxes trying to be wolves,
and others settling as a hybrid.
i can see why many lose their minds or commit suicide.
why we are insecure or emotionally fucked up.
bad enough we have others,
who are supposed to be our brothers,
tearing each other down.
outing people for their own sick pleasure.
even the vixens are getting involved with the fox/wolf/hybrid hunts.