Taboo
When Consent Isn’t Respected: What Happened to Me at a Swingers Club. Content Warning.
Last night, I went to a swingers club with my partner. I’m writing about this because I need to process what happened, but also because I believe these conversations matter. Too often, we’re told that certain environments — whether it’s a bedroom, a bar, or a sex club — blur the rules of consent. I want to be absolutely clear: they don’t.
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Confessions
Drugged, Assaulted, and Filmed by My Predator “Friends”. Content Warning.
“You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth, and raging courage.” — Alex Elle
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Confessions
The Unseen Weight. AI-Generated.
The Unseen Weight Screams echo through the walls. Tiny fists pound against the bedroom door. A toy shatters on the floor, and for a split second, silence rushes in, sharp and heavy. Then, another cry—this one mine, swallowed quickly before it dares leave my throat.
By Sharon Prasad5 months ago in Confessions
THE RACIAL BURDEN
Some people feel it every day, without knowing the name. Others learn about it through books or personal experience. The “racial burden” — or charge raciale, as French writer Douce Dibondo calls it — is the invisible weight carried by many people of color in societies where whiteness is the norm.
By Bubble Chill Media 5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Sex Worker: The Client I Fell in Love With
If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you know a little about my past. I’ve worked on a phone sex line, dabbled in sugar baby arrangements, and tried to navigate the murky waters between money and intimacy. I’ve written about the highs and lows, the thrill, the awkwardness, and the occasional embarrassment of it all. But today, I want to tell a story that’s different. This is the story of a client I didn’t just enjoy working for—I fell in love with him. And somehow, he’s still with me now.
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Confessions
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Shattering Sound of Silence Heartbreak doesn’t announce itself. It arrives quietly, like a thief, taking away the person you thought would stay forever. One moment, you’re making plans together; the next, you’re staring at your phone, reading a message that feels like a punch to the chest.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
Life’s Messes Are Where the Magic Hides
Introduction: The Illusion of Perfection We spend so much of our lives chasing something impossible—perfection. The perfect job. The perfect body. The perfect relationship. The perfect home. Social media only fuels the fire, showing us curated highlight reels that make us feel like our messy, complicated lives aren’t good enough.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
Your Biggest Teacher Will Always Be Pain
Introduction: The Lesson Nobody Wants If life were a classroom, then pain would be the teacher nobody wants to sit with. It’s harsh, relentless, and it never asks permission before showing up. Unlike joy, which feels like a celebration, pain feels like punishment. Yet when we look back, we realize something surprising: pain has been our greatest teacher all along.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Sex Worker: The Callers That Terrified Me. Content Warning.
I’ve shared before that I used to work in phone sex, but there are experiences I haven’t spoken about—moments that still make me shiver when I think of them. Among all the callers I encountered, two men stand out. Not because they were kinky or demanding, but because they were genuinely frightening. Their fantasies weren’t playful. They weren’t a little edgy. They were dark, precise, and terrifyingly believable.
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Phone Sex Worker: The Time Aliens Got Involved. Content Warning.
I work on a phone sex line. I’ve been doing it on and off for the past three years. And no, it’s not always about blow jobs or threesomes—though sometimes it is. Most calls I get fall into three categories: loneliness, unusual kinks, and highly specific fantasies that porn simply can’t provide.
By No One’s Daughter5 months ago in Confessions
