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Lost in Emotion (00000465)
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3.0/5 (88 Votes)
My boyfriend and I finally decided to do it after having multiple talks about making sure the first time would be special. Afterward, I mused, I can't believe I'm not a virgin anymore, and he freaked out! Turns out, he thought we had been talking about having our first time together. He kept asking "Did I hurt you?" and "Are you okay?" which got to be way too much after a while. He ended up being the emotional one, not me!

Posted on 28.05.2013, 06:46:30 CET
Who am I (00000427)
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2.9/5 (137 Votes)
Okay so, I'm a Christian. I don't go to church every Sunday, or whenever there are holy occasions. I don't pray when I wake up, before I eat, or even before I sleep. I only know a few prayers credits to my classmates who are religious. These things that I do, are the worst ever. I was born in a family that doesn't really appreciate accepting the existence of God, or simply the Church. I could definitely say that we are evil. Probably accomplices of evil. I could also definitely say that we are a broken family. It's hard for me to express my feelings and love to my family. It's hard to communicate with them. It's hard to greet my family on their birthdays, or in family occasions, or Mother's Day, Father's Day, or whatsoever. It's hard to tell them what I did at school, even when they ask. I just say "Just cool." and then nod. Deep down, I've got a lot of things to say it's just that I have the deepest secret that I must not tell, but I am going to tell it now, because of the fact that this is an anonymus post of which I will be taking advantage of. I am a transgender. I am born female, but I'm male. Honestly, this is not a psychological problem, this is biologically speaking. I know I've been male since I was young. My Father told me a story that when I was young, I indirectly told him that I was a boy. Around 5 - 6 years young, I was getting ready for school. Dad prepared by uniform, and told me to wear it, which was paired with a skirt. I told him I'd look gay if I wore it, because I'm a boy. I guess it all sparked whenever my Dad told me I was a boy, and that I have to take care of the family whenever he'd go to work Pretty blunt Dad huh? I think he could definitely sense this manliness in me that I'm trying to hide. Honestly it makes me happy whenever he teases me, "You're a boy, why are you wearing those clothes?". I'd reply back "What the heck are you talking about Dad?! I'm a girl!". The latter really is a lie. By the way, I've got an older sister, and it's only the two of us so yeah. I bet he's really in a need of a boy in the family... Asian stuff kind of thinking I'm 16, and my sister will be 18 soon. Until now, I've been wearing "not so" girly clothes. Just normal I guess? I'm thinking of finishing college, and just travel the world, which was basically leaving the house, and probably won't be back until I've "changed" myself into the person that I'm supposed to be. Yes Sister, Dad, Mom, Grannys, Grandpas, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, Friends, Classmates, Schoolmates, Neighbors, Passbyers, People all over the world, Angels, Saints and God, I have greatly sinned.

Posted on 12.05.2013, 20:48:07 CET
Place: Asia
Positive Scripting (00000344)
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2.9/5 (88 Votes)
I've been dating someone for about 2 1/2 years now but the only reason I'm with her is because I'm in love with her cat. I know it sounds strange but we're just in love and we had our first kiss the other day, it was magical and hot. How do I tell my girlfriend without sounding pervy?

Posted on 31.03.2013, 17:39:48 CET
If they only knew (00000313)
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2.6/5 (76 Votes)
I am a stage four throat cancer survivor slipping into alcoholism. Since my illness my wife of 36 years is detached. She never prepares food. I fix one or two eggs a day. Some times I do not eat for one or three days, she never notices, No one knows. She is not concerned. I have been a good provider and husband. I am just not able now. I am scared. I have lost 142 lbs in the last year and I am afraid that I may have survived my cancer just to succumb to a vice. I cannot eat and swallow, drinking is easy. I am losing this fight. I'm 57. I find myself welcoming an early demise. I am overwhelmed, I am alone. We have two children and 4 grand children that I very deeply love. I fear that I am doomed. I just wanted to say this. I know there will be cruel remarks, it does not matter. I have lost the love of my life and my health. I have lost my purpose. I am a proud man. I served this life well, cancer stole my life. My children and Grand children love me. I just wanted to say it to someone.

Posted on 11.03.2013, 07:13:14 CET


Take My Wife and Don't Bring Her Back (00000141)
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3.1/5 (131 Votes)
Facebook, one of the Internet's most fundamental stalking tools, plays a key role in this sin of mine. A few days ago, a person who had practically been my stalker at one point went out of her way to start a conversation with me over Facebook. While chatting, I looked up her profile and saw the gist of what was going on in her life. She was 20 years old, married to a trucker, horribly obese, a mother, and apparently unfaithful. On her wall, her husband had posted something that went along the lines of "I am posting this on my wife's wall so that all you a**holes like Nick and others realize that I can find out about my wife's unfaithfulness. If you want her, you can contact me on Facebook and I will give you the address to my house. You can come pick her up, but if you take her then there is no bringing her back." So here I am, chatting with this ridiculously pathetic human being whose husband didn't even want her, and do you know how I feel? Fantastic. Because I love seeing how other people are just wasting their lives while I keep being more and more successful. Their failure only gives me strength. And since I really couldn't care less about the welfare of this girl that I was talking to, I commented on her husband's wall post which pointed out her infidelity. I said "Hahahahaha...oh man. You're seriously worried about other guys wanting to get a piece of that heap of disgusting flesh that you call a wife? Dear God. How low an example of man must you be to want to commit adultery with such a cow. I would try to convince you that it's only blind leprous wretches that you would have to worry about, but...well, who am I to be optimistic about the kind of guys that would associate with your precious spouse. But if that is the case and someone is idiot enough to run off with her, I would consider myself the luckiest man alive if I were you. Hasta luego." So really, I've two sins to confess. 1) I take pleasure in watching the misfortune of others and 2.) I get a blissful release by telling people off who do or do not deserve it, which merely reinforces the first sin. It's good to be bad, am I right?

Posted on 20.02.2012, 04:52:44 CET
Place: Seattle

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