Secrets
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When I was teenager a hot topic between friends was “first time” stories. I was 13 when I gathered in a group circle shivering with the girls. The cold air nipped our noses, but the conversation was steaming. We were waiting for the doors to open at school and listened attentively as one of the girls spun a yarn about how romantic the night of the winter dance had been. They spent the whole dance/ activity night on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding, dry humping like untrained pups but there was slow dancing thrown in too. We stood beneath the curious, leafless red maple. The girls licked their lips and gawked as our friend spoke. I was uncomfortable that day. Partly because my converse were shit in the snow and now, my socks had become soaked from the icy slush on the sidewalks and partly because of the conversation, but I listened in anyway. And partly because the night before I was invaded by an unwelcome creep and I could still feel throbbing between my thighs.
By Theresa M Hochstineabout an hour ago in Confessions
A Small Story About Honesty
Nearly a decade ago, a notification appeared on my computer screen that felt like a brush with destiny. At the time, I was an active participant in the digital world of fandom, leaving thoughtful, supportive comments on the social media posts of a well-known and internationally recognized actor I deeply admired. Then, the impossible happened: a private message arrived.
By Anna K.about 19 hours ago in Confessions
Letters to the Grave
Have you ever felt the pull of the past—that quiet ache to return to the crossroads where words were left unsaid? Not to chase the echoes of the dead, but to face the living ghosts we carry—the ones who walked out of our days, or slipped from our minds, or were cut away like threads no longer meant to weave our story. These are the conversations that haunt the quiet moments, letters addressed to absences, sent to the spaces where people once stood before time, distance, or choice turned them into shadows.
By Jackie Fazekasabout 21 hours ago in Confessions
When the Wind Knocked
The wind had been knocking for three nights before I finally admitted that it was not weather. It began as a murmur against the old glass, a careful tapping as though some hesitant traveler had lost their way and mistaken my window for a door. My house stood at the edge of the town, where the road thinned into gravel and then into nothing at all. Beyond it lay fields the color of rusted gold, and beyond those, hills that swallowed the horizon. The wind had always passed through there freely, dragging dust and forgotten leaves along its restless path. But this was different.
By LUNA EDITHabout 23 hours ago in Confessions
The hidden of cost always saying yes
Imagine this Your phone buzzes at 11:47 p.m. It’s your coworker asking if you can “quickly” cover their shift tomorrow. You’re exhausted, your inbox is a war zone, and your therapist literally told you last week to practice saying no.
By creator2 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 醉う
Ah I think this shows a matured perspective of the quality to be drunk, like a stupor. Where the sports? Ah I guess. Yes, that is what I am getting at.. . Yea I guess like Dustin Hoffman was always about "good form" and such, but that can be such a manipulation. But he was a pirate. It is like..... a smuggler? Yea... you're allowed to call someone out.
By Kayla McIntosh2 days ago in Confessions
What Empathy Taught Me About Judgement, Synergy, and Human Differences.
With time; life teaches us lessons that no classroom ever could. One of the most powerful lessons I have ever learned is the value of empathy - how deeply it can transform the way we see others, ourselves, and the world around us.
By CIM3 days ago in Confessions
Embrace the Spirit: A Journey to Connection and Empowerment
Sensing Spirit? Have you ever sensed the presence of souls or spirits surrounding you, their silent pleas echoing through the ether, beckoning for your assistance? In moments of such overwhelming energy, do you find yourself unsure of how to respond, yearning to connect with, yet also wishing to shield yourself from, the spirit world? Have you pondered the ways to cultivate this connection or even sought to sever ties with unwanted energies? If this resonates with you, allow me to offer you some enlightening guidance.
By Debbie's Reflection4 days ago in Confessions
The Sacred Fire
Ancient mysteries, from the secret rites of Eleusis in Greece to the profound and millennia-old Vedic traditions of India, never drew a sharp line between the flesh and the spirit. For these foundational civilizations, eroticism was far from a source of shame or a mere biological function; it was understood as the visible, vibrating manifestation of the divine force that animates the entire universe. They believed that the pulse of desire was the same pulse that moved the stars. In their view, to deny the body was not a sign of holiness, but a way to starve the soul of its most vital language.
By CECILE HEBELLE4 days ago in Confessions
Valentine's Day Passed. The Love Didn't
The Digital Fairy Tale Before I met him, I didn’t truly believe or know the meaning of unconditional love. He didn’t just teach me how to love; his effortless charm and constant supply of joy made me fall head over heels. For a time, it felt like a fairy tale. We built our future and forever together, and were so eager to arrive there.
By Anna K.6 days ago in Confessions
