About a year ago I threw a party at my house. Unfortunately, because I unexpectedly had to cover for a colleague the next morning, I didn't drink much, whereas some people had clearly decided that the house plants should be watered with the contents of their stomach. I could never stand the above mentioned guest. He was so drunk that he staggered towards be and almost shouted at me, asking if I had some grass somewhere, because he needed some, he would pay me for it too. Since I have never taken drugs I didn't have any. However an idea quickly came to me. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some leftovers from yesterday evening (broccoli), and cut a piece into very small bits. I then took some of it and put it in a zip-lock bag. Now I am 25 Euros richer, and since then I have to laugh whenever I see him. What happened to the package, I sadly don't know. However I never told him. Only a few friends are in on the know and they also always laugh whenever they see him or whenever we talk about it.
This happened 25 years ago. I (m/38) was about 14 when two friends and I were walking through neighboring forests. We always played soldiers there and would hide, shoot with pea guns and basically have a good time. One of us then came up with the idea of digging a deep trench. Then we wanted to attach thicket to our heads and perfectly disguise ourselves. Within about 20 cm depth we found a trunk, which was already pretty moldy because of the damp forest floor. We quickly put it down and used tools to see what was inside. When we then relatively easily broke it open, we couldn't believe our eyes. The trunk was stuffed full of Deutschmark (old German currency) notes (hundreds, fifties and twenties). Obviously we were excited, but after a few seconds we became scared that someone would kill us, or at least injure us, when they saw that we had found their trunk. Each of us took fifty Deutschmark (at that time it was a lot of money for us) and buried the suitcase again.
After a few days we spoke about it again and though we wanted to perhaps take more money out, we didn't have the courage to do it anymore. After that we didn't speak about it because we were always scared that the money came from some ugly business. Even now I think about it almost every day. Since then, one of the friends has died in a traffic accident and I haven't been in regular contact with the other for nearly 20 years. Sometimes I think I should try to find this place and have a peek at the trunk.
When I am all by myself in public toilets, at portable service stations, and notice that someone inside, I knock on the door and ask stupid joke-questions. Here's a selection: "Do you have a moment to talk about Jesus?", "How are you? Are you hiding something that you want to talk about?", I also try to build up small talk about the weather and football. The topics and patter come mostly completely spontaneously, because they have just come to mind. I know that this is strange behavior, but I love the thought that someone is there crouching on the toilet just thinking WTF?
I am unsure of my sexuality, but I'm pretty sure that I'm at least bisexual. I live in the Deep South of America and come from a conservative Christian home. Today, my mother was watching a show about gay teens coming out and jokingly asked me if I was gay. Of course, I was already on the edge because of the show, but when she asked why my heart dropped. I lied, saying "No way mom! You're joking, right"? She laughed and told me "Good, I don't want to have to deal with all that". I've never wanted to tell the truth so badly in my life, but there's no way I can.
I am a sissy cross-dresser. I try to walk like a woman. I even penetrate myself using a handle. I like to watch women in the street, not for lust but for learning to be like them. I envy them so much for their wide hips, big chests, and smoothly curved bodies. I even took 3 of my mom's underwear, which I wear regularly and hand wash them. I take a lot of pictures of me and post them online.