Secrets
“The Empty Chair: The Story We All Live But Rarely Speak Of”
It always starts the same way. The morning light streams in through half-open blinds. The house is quiet, unnervingly so. There's toast left uneaten on a chipped plate, a coffee gone cold, and a single chair—empty.
By Hamad Haider8 months ago in Confessions
Am I Gay? A Sex Worker’s Guide to Understanding Desire Beyond Labels
Four Years on a Phone Sex Line: What I Learned About Desire and Identity For those who don’t know, I spent about four years working on a phone sex line. Though I’m no longer on the line, I still carry with me many memories of the conversations I had and the people I helped. I want to share some of the insights I gained during that time—especially around questions about identity and desire that came up more often than you might think.
By No One’s Daughter8 months ago in Confessions
The Sleepwalking Murderer or a Perfect Lie?
A Night of Blood, A Mind Asleep At 3:12 AM on a quiet suburban street in Toronto, the police received a frantic 911 call. A man, disoriented and trembling, claimed to have awoken in his kitchen, barefoot and covered in blood. Moments later, the lifeless body of his wife was discovered in their bedroom, bludgeoned and strangled.
By olxia10 8 months ago in Confessions
A love that stayed behind
Her name was Nayla. She met him at a time when life was still soft, still unfolding. Amaan wasn’t the kind of man who walked into a room and changed it, but when he looked at her, she felt seen. Not for her looks, her laugh, or her name — but for the silence inside her that no one else noticed. He listened when she spoke, remembered what she forgot, and loved her in a way that made her believe in slow, gentle forever.They didn’t make grand promises. There were no roses, no cinematic scenes, just shared glances, quiet texts, and an understanding that felt like home. In her heart, she had placed him in her future — a part of every plan, every prayer.
By Meer kalsoom8 months ago in Confessions
Inside Our Marriage: When Sex Becomes a Transaction, and That’s Okay
Let’s be clear upfront: I’m not being trafficked. I’m not in danger. I’m not trapped in some strange financial arrangement. I’m in a long-term, mutually loving relationship with my husband—and yes, sometimes he pays me for sex.
By No One’s Daughter8 months ago in Confessions
