Taboo
Repentance
Episode 1 The rhythmic sounds of clickety clacking and powerful vibrations caused by the sand papered roughness on the wheel and rail surfaces make it difficult to reclaim my sanity. Hysteria creeps in like depression that has been patiently waiting for a response.
By Chela Bradshaw4 years ago in Confessions
Life's Nothing But a Roleplaying Game. Everybody Believes They Need To Fit In
Your life is fake. It's a game. This is something that came to my mind lately. We're all just playing parts in a world that expects us to do so. It's nothing more than a roleplaying game that everybody believes in.
By Bryan Dijkhuizen4 years ago in Confessions
Selling myself
Other then possibly selling myself off to a sugar daddy, my life has been fairly interesting! I have applied to a social club and have a panel interview on Thursday for the part-time engineer role of creating the events themselves and hosting at minimum 5 gigs a month.
By Chantel4 years ago in Confessions
Sex Is an Emotional Bonding Mechanism for Men
In terms of reproduction, women are more important than males. Men enter war not just because they are more equipped for it, but also because they are more disposable than women in terms of reproduction. Men thus lack the same emotional sense of need that women have. A guy has emotional fulfillment after he selects a partner because she has acknowledged him as a lover. Because it is a sexual love, he views his relationship with her as unique.
By Rahau Mihai4 years ago in Confessions
The Truth About Not Wanting to Have Children, That No One Talks About
Five years ago, or even less, everyone would ask me. "Sara, when are you having kids." At this point, I was 36, and everyone thought I was "past my prime." If I did not pop out a few babies in the next few years, I would lose the "opportunity."
By sara burdick4 years ago in Confessions
He is My Safe Person
I’ve been labeled before as “the girl who has to bring her man with her wherever she goes”. Or “the girl who can’t be without her man.” But that’s not the case at all. I have anxiety, and my man is my safe person. He is my safe place.
By Caitlin Fladager4 years ago in Confessions
My Pro-life Mother, Her Dog and their Abortion
In light of the fall of Roe V. Wade, which we can only hope is a brief tangent into fascism, I am reminded of my upbringing. My family lived in the deep South, we were raised hard-right Republicans, and my mother in particular was viciously, unyieldingly pro-life. She raised us on all the anti-choice rhetoric. Taught my brothers and I that life begins at conception and that there is no greater sin than to kill what hasn't even been born. That women who got pregnant needed to take responsibility for their actions and bear the child to term. That pregnancy was a natural part of life, and complications rare. That the very worst and most unforgivable abortions were in the third-term, which ripped apart babies that were just weeks or even days from being born.
By Rochelle Harper4 years ago in Confessions
