You can choose where to stand, but as for me and my balls, we’re unapologetically Luo
You men, who think it’s wise to make gossip a career should respect balls. If you can’t respect your own, don’t rubbish other men’s. There’s just so much to talk about that it baffles me why someone would find fulfillment in eavesdropping on people’s sexual lives.
When the dust settles, you ask yourself what Edgar has solved with that Jalas and the boys’ story. Just another clout chaser. It was bad, it was happening, but having exposed it, how has it helped the victims?
Now the women in those convos are in worse mental state, possibly could be depressed even, so the man who so many people think of as the hero of the mayhem has actually done more harm to them. Look, the photos, the videos, and the chats were in a private group, safe from the public eye until Edgar happened. Now the girls are everywhere, naked, and I hear mofos asking for videos, what makes you any better?
But you also forget that sex is also transactional. Abled buyer, willing seller. And terms of the transactions is only binding to the two parties.
Say what you wanna say, but Edgar, a man who finds pleasure in bringing down people is no fucking hero. Sex happens in all its illicit hues; married man fucked who in the parking lot, she’s fucking with the shamba boy, look at this intern riding her married boss, now Clinton is fucking with Lewinsky…it happens every time.
But riddle me this, would married men cheat if there were no women willing to be cheated with?
Yo, unless it’s rape, violence, pedophilia, or undue influence, let people live their lives, however sexually weird they might be.
Though I find what these boys did juvenile and wrong, It’s appalling that nobody cares about the women in those chats, or maybe, just another collateral damage. Now go back to your tired life. You’re dismissed, mongoose.
It’s humbling the shit I’ve put these balls through, yet they still cheer me up with their good mornings. Look at them, how calm, how composed. A man can be so broken, but as long as the balls hold up, life continues in all its beautiful shades. Good morning people, kind regards from me and my marbles.