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Life in the COVID-19 Era
In March of 2020 my life changed forever when COVID-19 and it Detroit the reaction was very similar to Sandra Bullock’s movie “Birdbox” or “Outbreak” it was complete chaos 1 pound of beef was being sold for at $10. There was no toilet paper for sale and people were going broke at unbelievable rates there was no doubt in my mind that the end would come any day. I thought I was a dead man for sure. 12 people I know personally died from COVID-19 and my biological and only older brother caught it and almost died he called me scared and my strong demeanor comforted him though I secretly thought he was going to die.
By Curtis Greene5 years ago in Confessions
The Question: Unanswered?
It was a beautiful, sunny day in June 2018 where I mustered enough courage to ask my crush at the time, Shelbi, out on an exotic sushi date. I never received much attention in my earlier years of high school, and for the first time, I felt valued as an individual. There was a tendency to put on a mask to present my best self. Still, if a person knows who they are, what value they bring into relationships, and how to conduct that said relationship, that mask is but a tool to hide their insecurities. Only I learned this revelation too late.
By Masibat Zadah5 years ago in Confessions
How do you stay thin?
I don't eat. If you want to know the truth. Women feel obligated to take up less space. This is one, among many, reasons I have felt, as I do. I remember the precise minute when I went from being a free-spirited young girl to that statement from a well-intended family friend saying, "don't eat at night, that is why you are getting so heavy". I wasn't “heavy" until that moment. Now I bear the weight of judgment.
By Tanee Welcome5 years ago in Confessions
The Secret Deletion
My oldest brother is a complete asshole. No, seriously, he earns that opinion yet again every time I have to see him. He is seriously one of the most profoundly horrible human beings I’ve ever met in my life — I always envied other little girls who had nice brothers who played with them.
By Deborah Moran5 years ago in Confessions
Why I wright? Because it is right.
Writing is an art form; full of expression, admiration, passion, and creative perplexities. To express oneself I wish to delve into the realm of realism, relatability and awe. Allow me to fill your mind with tales of my experiences which haunt, enlighten and intrigue. The purpose of my writing is to teach my morals and allow someone to think before acting, whether it be about homelessness, suicidal ideation, depression or abuse. My writing will always have a personal message in which the audience will be able to relate. I wish for my writing to inspire and give hope. Writing is my passion, people listen as it is personal; from experience; from the heart, mind and soul. I release my emotions onto the page so others can heal and relate, to know they're not alone in this bittersweet reality. My writing gives me fulfilment as it releases and evokes emotions. It is my coping mechanism, some have cars, lovers, narcotics, video games, masturbation, television etcetera. I have my writing. In a perfect world to monetise and fund my writing will be a dream come true and to all the followers will have free, instant access. For those who wish to collaborate my eyes, ears and heart will always be open and willing to help. My writing is typically in the style of poetry as the flow is pleasant on the ears and eyes. My writing has turned many heads, from those who are haters of poetry to lovers of the art. The following is a short monologue I wrote about homelessness. It is one of many issues I wish to address through my writing. Although I have never been homeless I sympathise and empathise immensely. I hope you enjoy the following and will consider funding my work.
By Jack Kirwood5 years ago in Confessions
How a Naked Man Made me Scream
Have you ever slept on a complete stranger's couch? I have. More than I can count on both hands, all over the world. Sounds crazy? Believe me when I tell you that it is one of the most eye-opening, exciting experiences to open your heart and get to know the world.
By Laura Blu Sandía5 years ago in Confessions
Bullshitting the Bullshitter
Tis the 4th Day of the 20th week in the Year of Lord Is there a more extra way to state the date? If there is you should have told me before I wrote this. I'm laughing becuase if you read that without a British accent you're joyless and I need you to get right. The english language allows us no shortage of ways to bullshit. Unfortunately I have been doing this kind of bullshitting my whole life. I could have started this piece with “Today” or given the actual date in plain English May 19, 2022 but as one who loves to agitate, I find it worth while to find annoyingly long ways to say things, so long as it makes the sentence flow like water and sound too eloquent for the more practical and less well read among us to replicate. See what I did there.
By Hannah Farrow5 years ago in Confessions
Daddy Issues
The worst part of my life was when I decided I needed a dominant. I didn’t know the difference between a sexual dominant and one that helps with daily functions so I picked at the idea that I could be sexually dominated and possibly be loved in the right ways but it didn’t work out that way. I guess I was desperate and turned to complete strangers for my own self satisfaction of maybe feeling needed or even wanted. It was a dark era that lasted about a year and a half. With slip ups after that which had torn my possible chance of a lover into two and my actions were atrocious enough to close those doors and reminded me of why I have been on my own and had preferred it that way. Due to my adoption I was raised in an all woman home and my two brothers were in different homes so I didn’t grow up with either of them and I didn’t have a father figure or an actual father to nurture or protect me from life and love troubles.
By Keanna Barry 5 years ago in Confessions
