Stream of Consciousness

Clarity in the Age of Noise
I used to believe that technology would make life easier. Everything about it seemed to promise more freedom. Faster work, cleaner results, and a kind of precision that would leave human error behind. For a while, I thought progress meant removing everything unpredictable and replacing it with systems that could not fail.
By Jessica Lavrov3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Finally Said “No More”
For years, I told myself it wasn’t a big deal. The comments, the unwanted attention, the “accidental” touches — they were just part of being a woman in a world that often forgets we are human before anything else.
By Malaika Piolet3 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada” (An Unexpected Journey to Faith) I had worked under Mr. Thompson for almost three years. He was the kind of supervisor everyone respected — strict, punctual, and professional. But behind that calm demeanor, there was a cold distance. He never joined us for Friday prayers, even though he would always excuse us early.
By waseem khan3 months ago in Confessions
Do You Trust Me?
Some lessons don’t come through sermons or scriptures. Sometimes they come quietly, when you least expect them, through something as simple as a phone screen and a voice that asks one question you can’t ignore. This is the true story of how God spoke to Joey one night while he played poker on his phone, preparing him for a storm he didn’t see coming.
By Joey Raines3 months ago in Confessions
The Night My Husband’s Phone Rang in His Sleep
It was past midnight when my husband’s phone started ringing. The sound sliced through the silence like a blade. He was fast asleep beside me, his arm resting on my waist, breathing soft and steady.
By Malaika Piolet3 months ago in Confessions
The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
An Epiphany. Content Warning.
I don’t know what happened to me on the night I realised just how sick I really am. I can’t tell if it was the swirl of xanax, THC, nitrous oxide, sertraline or oxytocin from the 5 orgasms I gave myself that made me see who I am and that I’m not a burden, not a liability, not a problem to be solved. But I am a person, who is in pain, and is reaching out their hand to be held. I remember lying with my face drooling with a tiny spot of saliva, my genitals tingling the climax away and feeling so much deep love for myself. Mixed with sadness. That I could see myself from the outside. I love myself with an inconceivable power. I am my God. And each one of us is our own God. Its not a matter of religious experience or spirituality, deities, what the fuck ever, who the fuck cares. Your God is you, and half the time you spend sinning against them.
By ME Wilson4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 優秀
Streaming hasn't happened in a while and it is on my Todo list. I could do it technically now but I am feeling like any art stuff, paradoxically, has to wait until school starts. I need to do the power point presentation most of all.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
The Angel on Valencia Road
I was driving somebody to the airport in a cab one day. The year was 2004. Back then, there were three cab companies that picked up passengers at the airport in Tucson. I drove for one of them, but I had also started my own small cab company on the side. The airport had strict rules, so my personal cab wasn’t allowed to line up with the main companies at the terminal. Because of that, I split my time. I drove for the company half the day, then used my own cab the other half, trying to build something for myself.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 医者
I really want to listen to tarot or something right now but, I don't think it is enough time to really. My plan really is to just write as many notes in class as possible, get out to the cafe and order something with caffeine in it, then head back up to either the 2nd or 3rd floors to study in a nook if they're open.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day:病院
I am just figuring out that it doesn't matter what I do at this point, as long as I look productive it seems right, right? Maybe I am going crazy. I am just typing my thoughts as i am thinking them right now. I guess to everyone it looks like I am doing homework and I guess that is good enough for now.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions