Taboo
Life (and Death) in the Times of Social Media
Is a child born if you don’t put its picture up on the internet? Perhaps not. Have you really paid your respects to a deceased unless your social media is updated with a heart-wrenching caption along with a picture of you both hugging? It is doubtful, too.
By Munariya4 years ago in Confessions
Getting to know the Narcissist
In the afternoon of 2015 i met this guy let's call him Ben, so charming his manner was really on point, he ask for my number and i played hard to get as i was the prize i enjoy the chase as he whisper in my ears and was like you are mine and only that completely turn me off but i didn't give it much of a thought. the following couple month went great as i wa busy with my studies trying to become a physician, as i was getting ready to go to class, my friend call me her name is Melinda and she says hun you got stop making your life boring because tonight we are going out me an you and some cute boys and i was like nah its ok if is and you but boys naaaa aaaa... she gave in and was like change of plan lets crash my friend party tonight wear something cute. i went and bought an orange dress and some shoes as my closet need help as the time i have is for me and Mr books, so here we go to the party as i walking in guess who i see Ben and i was like lets play it cool. i went and sit on my table, and here ben come hey i think i know you i am like naa i think you are mistaken and whisper the same words to me you are mine and only remember those words, on the other hand my bestfriend she is drooling ohhh this guy is so cute i am like naa girl you need 4 eyes because this dude is so possess, when the party was finishing and he was like seriously i may have come off and i apologize i really want to get to know you can i please have your number. i finally gave it to him yes he was cute but something was off and on about him and i wanted to figure out who he was.
By Fridous jeune4 years ago in Confessions
I DON'T EAT DOGS
I Don’t Eat Dogs Growing up, I wasn’t aware that one could have a dog as a pet, a dog you treat as a family who isn’t smelly or out to take a bite out of your behind. I wasn’t raised like that. The first memory I have of a dog was at six-year-old. I encountered the dog on the way back from school. It had flies all over his face, perching on parts of his face and his nose was disgustingly wet. It looked at me and snarled, showing his gnarly teeth and slobber. I had been told by many to run away from dogs and if the dog runs after you, throw a hand a handful of sand or stone at the dog and it would let you go. I wasn’t tempted to pet the dog or take a single breath or step towards it. As he snarled at me, my survival instinct kicked and I took off running. Did he run after like the stories said it would? Of course, it did, the stories were of the same dog. I did throw stones at it as I was directed but it didn’t stop. I ran until I soon came across a bigger adult who literary yelled at the dog to go away then advised me to grab a big stick to poke him with in case he decided to come back.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Confessions
Balls!
“I dust off my Ben Wa balls, don my 1980s RoadRunner gloves and head down the boulevard for my morning run.” After finishing that first sentence on a day set aside for inspired writing, I thought I should go online to see if I had spelled the name of my cloisonné-coated jingly things correctly. I was horrified, for several reasons, when I started seeing references to “pelvic floor strengthening” and other not-so-G-rated descriptions of uses for the pretty things.
By Laurel McHargue4 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Fell In Love
Here is the story all about how my life completely changed after I fell in love with Marley Jay. I lived my entire life not knowing he existed, and this whole time I thought I was living life blissfully happy. I had briefly heard before of others speaking of the love they had found and the joy it had bought them and how it changed their life but I just assumed eh, that lifestyle was never meant for me to experience. So, living life I continued the way I had always done completely unaware of what was in store for me.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Confessions
Think of me....
Dedication This is dedicated to my first love/high school sweetheart. I'm truly so very sorry that I made the choices that i made and did the things that I did to you. You are an amazing man and deserve the very best. Thank you for supporting my decision to write a book about you and the trials and tribulations that I put you through. Your wife is a very lucky girl! Best of wishes to you and your family.
By Stephanie Gonzalez4 years ago in Confessions
Return of the Night Owl
She got home from work and set her stuff down at her kitchen table. She was in a temporary location until her current project ended and her next one began. Her relocation would most likely be international just like her last one, which ended almost six months ago now. It was hard for her to believe that it had been that long. So much had happened to her during that time, she was still just trying to catch up and process it all.
By Jenna Ryland4 years ago in Confessions
Daughters of lilith
This is my attempt to share my story thus far in life and call out to anyone, female or male who have shared the same or similar experiences. I am not exactly sure when or how the shift changed in me, but when it started to it was all I could think about. Coming of age as a woman was pretty ordinary for me, nothing different or special.....aside from a slow awakening inside of me. I started having sleep paralysis around that same time, I went to medical professionals, psychologist, different religious guides and analyst to attempt to understand why these "episodes" were happening typically as i fell asleep. The medical results deemed me as having an unusual form of narcolepsy and my brain accessing abnormal pathways in REM, which lead to an explosion like feeling from the crown of my head to the ends of my toes. It was like a burst of electricity pulsating through me accompanied by visions that were so real if given a polygraph I could pass as to what i saw and where I was taken, out of body during this time. It started dark and fear based around the age of 15, monsters and demons and all the boogymen the modern world puts in our brain and the only way to end it was to travel through it which took several years. I didn't experience the feeling of intimacy as others did, or love or attraction. When I felt the pull and i mean PULL to pursue my prey, there was absolutely nothing anyone could say or do to stop me from engaging in the hunt and instantly reading everything about that person to transform into they wanted. I watched body movement, felt energy, listened carefully and used my craft as bait to lure them. Once i had their full attention all i had to do was place my hand on their chest to "test" their energy, and if it was the right kind, I began to feed. I could hear what they wanted sexually, emotionally, physically and once the intercourse fully started I could feel myself absorbing their essence. Their will to survive and thrive would now be whatever i wanted to appease me. I had no emotions tied to them other than the complete feeling of life force during and after sex, lasting for a few days or until they were drained. I watched it, the obsession their need for me dangling in the air, and once I had my fill I left without a trace. I know how this sounds. I know this will be viewed as manipulative, sociopath behavior, destructive, selfish and even evil. Being young you have no idea why this is happening every time you engage , it is like a shapeshifter with zero control. The intention is not to hurt or maintain control or possession. It instantly follows. When my nightly visions started happening i started asking questions to a woman I know now as Lilith and Brigid, both equally part of me. This is how I was answered as i drifted off to sleep, and traveled. I was on a beach at night time just walking in the sand, feeling content listening to the waves, the cool night air on my face when i came across a bonfire and people of my age 20-30 having a small party, dancing with beautiful music, and i was asked to join. as soon as i approached the people I felt like i was exactly where i was supposed to be, and then i met her. She was dancing and drinking, beautiful , seductive and the moment we had locked eyes we both knew we belonged to each other.I just can't explain it. Kindred, as if we were twin flames for centuries in another life time. I had met a fellow succubus or whatever you want to label it, to me a goddess, illuminating , full of energy, just like mine. We grabbed each other with an overwhelming sexual haste and headed to a tent that was a ways behind the fire. It was beautiful. White drapery, bedding soft as silk, light peering in from the fire just enough to highlight each others bodies. Suddenly long red hair, bright green eyes the same as my own, soft skin was intertwined with mine as vines that grew together, strong roots. Delicate. We tasted each other and created a ritualistic bond through sex, sweat, passion, and most of all giving and taking each others energy as if we were exchanging secrets of the soul like a forbidden text that was locked away, i wish i could explain this better, but sometimes words are not enough to explain what was happening. As I came to, I had a song that was embedded into me as if I knew it my entire life, and it was a song I would sing often in the years to come, think of a Celtic hymn while reading the lyrics:, enchanting harps, enticing. analyst to attempt to understand why these "episodes" were happening typically as i fell asleep. The medical results deemed me as having an unusual form of narcolepsy and my brain accessing abnormal pathways in REM, which lead to an explosion like feeling from the crown of my head to the ends of my toes. It was like a burst of electricity pulsating through me accompanied by visions that were so real if given a polygraph I could pass as to what i saw and where I was taken, out of body during this time. It started dark and fear based around the age of 15, monsters and demons and all the boogymen the modern world puts in our brain and the only way to end it was to travel through it which took several years. I didn't experience the feeling of intimacy as others did, or love or attraction. When I felt the pull and i mean PULL to pursue my prey, there was absolutely nothing anyone could say or do to stop me from engaging in the hunt and instantly reading everything about that person to transform into they wanted. I watched body movement, felt energy, listened carefully and used my craft as bait to lure them. Once i had their full attention all i had to do was place my hand on their chest to "test" their energy, and if it was the right kind, I began to feed. I could hear what they wanted sexually, emotionally, physically and once the intercourse fully started I could feel myself absorbing their essence. Their will to survive and thrive would now be whatever i wanted to appease me. I had no emotions tied to them other than the complete feeling of life force during and after sex, lasting for a few days or until they were drained. I watched it, the obsession their need for me dangling in the air, and once I had my fill I left without a trace. I know how this sounds. I know this will be viewed as manipulative, sociopath behavior, destructive, selfish and even evil. Being young you have no idea why this is happening every time you engage , it is like a shapeshifter with zero control. The intention is not to hurt or maintain control or possession. It instantly follows. When my nightly visions started happening i started asking questions to a woman I know now as Lilith and Brigid, both equally part of me. This is how I was answered as i drifted off to sleep, and traveled. I was on a beach at night time just walking in the sand, feeling content listening to the waves, the cool night air on my face when i came across a bonfire and people of my age 20-30 having a small party, dancing with beautiful music, and i was asked to join. as soon as i approached the people I felt like i was exactly where i was supposed to be, and then i met her. She was dancing and drinking, beautiful , seductive and the moment we had locked eyes we both knew we belonged to each other.I just can't explain it. Kindred, as if we were twin flames for centuries in another life time. I had met a fellow succubus or whatever you want to label it, to me a goddess, illuminating , full of energy, just like mine. We grabbed each other with an overwhelming sexual haste and headed to a tent that was a ways behind the fire. It was beautiful. White drapery, bedding soft as silk, light peering in from the fire just enough to highlight each others bodies. Suddenly long red hair, bright green eyes the same as my own, soft skin was intertwined with mine as vines that grew together, strong roots. Delicate. We tasted each other and created a ritualistic bond through sex, sweat, passion, and most of all giving and taking each others energy as if we were exchanging secrets of the soul like a forbidden text that was locked away, i wish i could explain this better, but sometimes words are not enough to explain what was happening. As I came to, I had a song that was embedded into me as if I knew it my entire life, and it was a song I would sing often in the years to come, think of a Celtic hymn while reading the lyrics:, enchanting harps, enticing.
By mariah 4 years ago in Confessions
Negatives, Routines, Pains...
I have some thoughts that repeatedly come into my head, and I am so afraid that, if I let them be said in my mind, that they will come true. That God or the Universe will bring them to pass because I can't help but think them. I have always been afraid that if I let them come and pass, and not get emotionally involved with them or their spiritual effects and consequences, that those people will feel the effects of my thoughts mentally at that moment, and that I have tarnished their image and worth forever. My heart knows the truth, but my insecurities and loss of opportunities due to changes in my life and future that were out of my control have a hold of my mind and bring these thoughts back time and time again. It is a war that I cannot seem to win. Negative thoughts about loved ones that I do not intend to ever mean, yet my mind keeps bringing them to the surface every time I see a photo or others in person. I know it is driven by my pain for them and love for them, but it seems like the side effects of such thinking and love have turned into a vicious cycle and it keeps being summoned between my eyes and them. It is becoming linked neurologically over time, and I feel trapped, like I can't do what's right or what's wrong to make a difference, and that I don't have control over these things. I cannot be present in a moment because the tumor that has become this unwanted residual thinking. Fear and life and Nature and God and other things have kept me immobilized time and again, and I find I have trouble just trying to live a normal life, as far as that goes, and aside from that--more importantly--trying to better myself and become the ultimate person that I can be. Not only for myself, but for my family. I have decided today to let the negative thinking happen, regardless of the supposed "consequences" of the Universe potentially hearing my thoughts and acting on them. Like I said, I have a strong fear that what comes into my mind will be manifested, especially in others. The interesting thing is, when I'm...I suppose it's caught between these conflicting states of emotional dominance...that it fine-tunes my reception to certain aspects of music at time. I appreciate powerful transitions in music, segments of a second, or two, or less, long, anyway. But with milking songs through repetition, eventually they lose their freshness and luster. The songs that had inspired me like diamonds in the rough eventually lose their allure and sting. And because I have milked song after song, album after album, I filled so much time that eventually the habit kind of weeded itself out to a degree. Like when you do something for years, then suddenly feel your love and desire for it wane, to nothing or strongly in that direction. I have resources to change, grow, and expand through self-help coaches like Tony Robbins and Coach Corey Wayne (a follower of Tony, who I have studied how to understand women through), and spiritual leaders like Dr. Wayne Dyer. But I have so many distractions, conscious and subconscious, supposed and actual, and a gravitation toward music, and films, and typing, and a hesitancy to sit still in one place extensively perhaps, especially when alone, that I don't feel the desire or pull to spend the time and invest my complete attention in their materials. I want to change to help my family, but I don't feel the need for myself. I feel I have a few or too many conflicts internally that keep me trapped in the center...NOT centered. They deserve more, I KNOW, and so do I, I KNOW, but I still feel so helpless, surely at times, and often when the day begins, often when the day is through.
By Ad-Libbing With The Z-Man4 years ago in Confessions
