Humanity
We have a Problem
We have a problem in so-called Australia, it’s the same problem most countries that were colonized have, reconciliation. It’s important to first understand what Reconciliation means, in its broadest sense reconcile means ‘coming together. A dictionary definition of the word is, a situation in which two people or groups of people become friendly again after they have argued.
By Janon5 years ago in Confessions
Life as a rolling stone
My story began in 1965. My recollection of it begins in 1969 70. Being raised in the 70s by what was considered hippie parents was an education in partying. Don't misunderstand, my parents were good, hard_ working people raising 3 kids in a crazy time in American history. But for me, it was the best of times. My sister Renee and I played and fought with each other and got into a lot of trouble. The family life was going well, I started going to school and realized that there were more kids than just my sister, and Renee wasn't happy about that. She tried everything she could think of, including throwing my shoes behind the big console television to stop me from going to school. Mom was on to her, though, it always amazed me how mom knew exactly what the problem was. Didn't always like how she dealt with the problem, since it usually involved me having to go get dad's belt. Dad's belt was always around dad's waist, which meant not only was I getting a whooping, I had to explain to my dad why I was asking for the implement of my misery. And so went the first few years before my brother was born.
By James Sims5 years ago in Confessions
Tiny Little Male-Friend Moments
Watching Bill Cosby be convicted was, for many of us, one of the few shining moments of hope in a very sad chain of disappointments in the fight against sexual violence. In light of the news of him being set free, I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling triggered.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff5 years ago in Confessions
Yellow
It’s much worse now. You never think it can be much worse, but it is a little - a little more each day. Your momentary shock glazed over by a necessary calm, a forced calm as you get about the business of living through each 24-hour cycle. You escape to indifference, you swallow that soundbite, you turn away from that conversation. You shut down your senses to the point of isolation and plugging your ears so that you do not lash out and yourself become the object of scorn.
By Rain on the Roof 5 years ago in Confessions
Napkins
I’ve sat here all night trying to figure out what to say to you. And still, I am too shy. So I write my words on the back of this napkin, hoping that it stays long enough for you to notice. Not that I should be using a napkin anyway - although, it can’t get any worse, can it? The environment, I mean.
By Lillian Beane5 years ago in Confessions
A Grifter’s story
I am a grifter. What is a grifter you ask? Someone who operates a side show at a circus fair etc. where is my show playing? Here, now, this is my platform, YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Vocal, and any other where people of earth gather and spout nonsense. Words are my jam, and for me visuals too.
By Jennifer Yarborough 5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Confused Lesbian
Dear Readers, I have decided to write a memoir about my experience as a confused lesbian. Throughout my journey of discovering my sexuality, I also discovered many other illuminating facts about myself. This memoir has been a journey within itself, as well as a process in cathartic healing. My aim is to provide humor and relevance. This is a raw rough draft and you all are my Beta readers. I would appreciate any feedback. I anticipate releasing a few paragraphs at a time - like a serial magazine/newspaper story.
By Eliza Martin5 years ago in Confessions
