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Lysistrata Waiting
I knew that I was interested in a more complex form of sex since puberty. I craved endurance tests and ways of pushing my body into transcendental places. If naughty was a spectrum I have always been in the most colorful pools of it and without shame. I knew what I wanted and played pretty hard to get there.
By Monera Mason5 years ago in Confessions
Outlet Mouse Says Hello and Goodbye
As I was cleaning behind the fridge Sunday morning, I noticed something I hadn't ever seen before. It was a little mouse sticking its head out of the electrical outlet. At first I thought "how cute" and wondered if he was still alive. That's when several lessons came back hard and were re-learned through an instant of pain. It would be nice if I could say that a lesson learned is never forgotten, but as I get older and the memory capacity of my biological memory chip becomes rusty, the realization that learning is not what is happening - it is re-learning.
By 3D6 Space5 years ago in Confessions
Crazy Chronicles of An Ex Stripper
Yep, I was a stripper... It all started off as a spiteful argument. I was arguing with my Ex boyfriend and in that argument I said “I’ll just be a stripper then!” He was a lot older than me anyways and constantly doing things that didn’t respect our relationship. It didn’t help that I’m the type of person that follows through with what I say I am going to do.
By Dej Rene5 years ago in Confessions
A Trim of Triumph
Who knew that something as simple a task as trimming one's hair could bring such satisfaction? Not only does trimming the hair's ends defend against breakage, it is a symbolic act that is like releasing all your cares to the wind. In life, we encounter many tragedies and trials that weigh us down. Trimming the hair, or even cutting it completely provides an automatic sense of relief that is so esoteric. When life gets you down, cut your hair. It is a method of creative energy expelled through a pair of shears, bringing about a sense of change of the most indubitable proportions.
By Lynnette Walker5 years ago in Confessions
Love yourself more.
Let's start from the beginning. I'm the youngest of 5 and the closest sibling in age to me graduated high school when I was 12 years old. Moving in with just my dad and not living with any of my siblings until my freshman year of high school meant I spent a lot of my childhood alone. Now, I'm no therapist in any way, but I'm almost positive this somehow led to my deep investment into my friendships and relationships. Along with other issues I'm in the process of healing from, I have a big fear of being alone and abandoned. Now that we have a little background, let's get into exactly what led up to this reflection.
By muvalove5 years ago in Confessions
Edward Scissorhands Moment.
I have never truly considered myself to be very conventional in the ways of hobbies, or anything at all for that matter. I remember as a kid I would eat waterbugs because peppa pig told me it would taste like chicken. That’s how unconventional I can be.
By Ari Asha Love5 years ago in Confessions
you were my serendipity in this habromania
" Goodness ! This media is making me sick! I am taking a break from it." I remember deactivating my Instagram account on a chilly February eve. I thought about you while doing so, that i wont be getting to talk to you. But i did it anyways, thinking you wouldn't even notice.
By Neer Bukharia5 years ago in Confessions
Tales of Bette: The All-Night Graduation Party. Raymond and Company
Bette On It: Weird Adolescence. June 1, 2004. Excerpts... Bette took some time to walk around the event center to find other people to sign her yearbook and talk about old times. A guy named Raymond told her that her Lady Marmalade dances at prom were a total turn on, and he grunted and put his hand on his crotch. They had flirted once or twice in physical science class freshman year, but she couldn't believe he was telling her this. She told him to call her, but the look on his face was total shock when she was sincere. He was joking around, she wasn't. The politics of high school didn't matter anymore, she didn't care what people thought. She was single. He was a blond, auto shop, farm boy-type; totally different than anyone she had been interested in before. She wasn't even sure if she was interested, but why not give someone new a chance? It was more of a chance than most guys had given her. She wrote her phone number in his yearbook, applied a layer of lipstick, and put a kiss print next to it. It was another What the fuck am I doing?! moment, but when she walked away, she could feel her face turn red. Ray's buddies with him made lewd comment about getting 'two hands full' and his 'wick dipped,' and she heard all of it. She found Skye and Terry and told them about what had just happened with Raymond. Skye told her she had heard that Ray likes to 'take care of his ladies' but make sure to make him wear a condom. Bette said that anyone who wants in her Wheelhouse is required to have Rubbermaid tires.
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Confessions
