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141.
Who am I (00000427)
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2.8/5 (181 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
142.
The Mountain of Snow (00000240)
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2.8/5 (62 Votes)
After the first heavy snowfall in North Rhine-Westphalia, the sidewalks were overflowing with snow and the roads were barely passable. An old man that lives roughly across from me has the annoying habit to roll backwards extremely slowly out of his garage while blowing his horn so he doesn't hit any of the pedestrians that are out Saturdays or Sundays at 7:30 am. The fact that other people might be annoyed or woken by this doesn't bother him. He also takes shoveling the snow a little too seriously. He blocked in my parents' car in the front and the back with snow badly enough that they couldn't drive it. We left a friendly note that said it was enough to shovel a path roughly wide enough for a stroller on the sidewalk because the cars had to be able to move too. His reaction was a peevish, "The snow has to go somewhere". I have to also say that our sidewalks are very wide so there is even more space for the cars. The old man completely shoveled everything instead of leaving the snow at the edges of the sidewalk Two weeks later, when I wanted to drive to training, it was my car's turn. No matter how long and hard I tried to clear the snow, I couldn't get out of the parking space. On the sidewalk side, he piled the snow all the way up to the door handle. This could not go unpunished. The night of the following day, Three friends and I took four snow shovels and a wheelbarrow and we made a huge pile of snow right in front of his garage. Almost all the snow from the entire street was in front of the door stacked six feet high. The small side door I left free, of course, so he could come outside and check out the pile. But this is the best part. On Christmas morning, the city snow plow came and added to our pile until there was a huge mountain of snow because the guys thought it would be appreciated. I couldn't help but laugh. I'd never seen such a large mountain of snow before! I still feel guilty because the mountain was so big after the help of the snow plow that it was weeks until the gentleman could get out of his garage.

Posted on 21.01.2013, 08:21:49 CET
143.
Teacher's Pet? (00000330)
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2.8/5 (93 Votes)
I've really wanted to kill myself because of my teacher in English class, which is apparently one of my goals in life. She is mad at me for lending an owner to a seventh grader and thinking that I was in a food fight when I know I,m not. She just makes me want to die I know. She hates all of the students in my class. I know she wants us dead and I wanted to which I know is against God's will.

Posted on 23.03.2013, 00:39:41 CET
144.
Candid Camera (00000426)
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2.8/5 (93 Votes)
Last week, my mom asked me to audition at a comedy bar. The director's name was Jacqueline Night. The audition went great. Until they decided I was not fit for the position, and my mom was actually playing a practical joke on me, that's when I loaded in burst of rage, and faced the music. What I'm trying to say is, if she wasn't so mean maybe she wouldn't have to go and play everything, things might have turned out ok, and we wouldn't be so tired. None should ever judge anyone when no one is perfect in this world.

Posted on 12.05.2013, 07:29:47 CET
145.
Addicted to male anatomy (00000561)
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2.8/5 (480 Votes)
So I (f) recently found myself addicted to the male anatomy. Not erotically but more fascinated. I love to look at the back, the shoulder blades, the vertebral column, the shape of the muscles and even just the joints. But I've found out that what turned me on on a boy was his skeleton. I've always loved blood and bones for great a long time now, and I still think that's the sexiest part on a men. I just love male anatomy, I can't help it. Seeing how the bones can move with the muscles, the shape of the vertebras, the muscles working, how the bones in the skeleton are placed in a perfect harmony, even seeing the blood rushing from a simple cut or a flesh wound, seeing the life coming out of our veins. I just can't help but love it. I'm a bit crazy I know but that's how I am.

Posted on 11.09.2013, 12:38:49 CET
146.
Pervertion (00000320)
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2.8/5 (85 Votes)
I'm a female counselor at a Christian camp that I have attended as a camper for seven years and I'm addicted to masturbation. How can I help other people when I can't even help myself?

Posted on 18.03.2013, 20:32:02 CET
147.
The Clown (00000002)
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2.8/5 (143 Votes)
When I was in elementary school, I had to crochet a clown, who, after all those years, still inhabits a small space in my closet. Sometimes I take him out and talk with him about the politics in a fictional state, where he used to be minister of interior affairs and wants to hold that position again. I am 23 years old, study history and wouldn't in my wildest dreams visit a shrink because of it. After all, we are all a bit nuts.

Posted on 29.06.2006, 19:48:36 CET
148.
Hash brownies (00000381)
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2.8/5 (108 Votes)
Eight years ago, I went to a festival in northern Germany with a few friends. We had decided to bring less alcohol in order to bring more grass with us. It has a load of advantages: you have to transport less and you don't get headaches. Sadly a mate of mine was quite paranoid about grass and getting caught. That he was a law student and our driver also contributed to the worry. In the end we found quite a sophisticated solution. We switched to hash brownies, to eat for a snack together with coffee and cake. They were the perfect disguise and my friend accepted this eagerly. Scarily it happened exactly as he had predicted: we were almost there, near the Hamburg border when we were flagged down by the police. First our driver (the budding lawyer) was questioned. Unsurprisingly he was nervous which alerted the police. We were all made to get out of the car and our bags were opened and more questions were asked. In the end one of the policemen opened the cool-bag with the cakes and the hash brownies. We were all expecting him to realize the situation and understand what was going on. Instead he waved his colleague over and gave a patronizing little speech about the state of youth. The whole thing was topped off when he confidently, and without questioning, took a hash brownie and shoved it in his mouth with relish. Our looks showed him his embarrassing mistake. Straight away came an apology and praise for the mother who had baked the brownies. We were allowed to carry on driving and he wished us a good weekend. In fact what we don’t know what happened to the policeman, but I hope he was able to enjoy his trip.

Posted on 22.04.2013, 02:36:30 CET
149.
A Spastic Dog (00000550)
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2.8/5 (248 Votes)
Dude, you have to help me, because I don't want to be forced to get down on him. I deserve a young man and my mother is not going to do this to me. She has been told to grow up and keep her knickers on. She is a spastic dog.

Posted on 14.08.2013, 16:46:52 CET
Place: Nikobury
150.
The Color And Movement (00000545)
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2.8/5 (205 Votes)
I (f/31) need a gift to live out a story I have written and to write another one. I need to live out a dream of love God. I am lonely and I got to live. I have to. I need the ambience. The color and movement.

Posted on 14.08.2013, 12:57:53 CET
Place: New Stanfordbury
151.
Blaming the Maid (00000136)
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2.8/5 (123 Votes)
During 2011, my friends texted me to hang out at the mall (a very popular place in my country). Even though i didn't have any money to grab a bite to eat or anything, I still accepted their propasal. So how did I get the money? I know my dad's daily routine very well. Around 6 pm, my dad usually goes to the mosque to pray, and I know he always leaves his wallet on the table. I went upstairs and took $100. At first, I thought my dad wouldn't realize that the money was gone because he doesn't usually count his money, so I didn't worry. The next day, I heard my mom yelling at the maid because she thought that the maid took it. She kept insisting she didn't until my mom finally believed her. My mom asked me if I took the money, and I didn't admit to it. So my mom was furious with the maid again until the maid lifted the holy Quran and swore to my mom that she didn't take it. When the fight was over, I wanted to confess to my parents, but I was too afraid. I let the maid take the blame. For many months, my memory has haunted me, but I'm still afraid to confess. I hope I have the strength to confess and be forgiven.

Posted on 02.01.2012, 21:13:27 CET
Place: Brunei Darussalam
152.
Cheating on my husband on weekly basis (00000565)
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2.7/5 (855 Votes)
I am cheating on my husband with mainly two black men and a white man on a weekly basis. I am a 23 yr old white woman married to a 24 yr old white man. We are both catholic (I was before we met and he became one for me when we married). I was a virgin when we got married 2 years ago. Well if you don't count sucking off guys and lesbian sex I was a virgin, has I was never fucked in my pussy or ass by a man before my husband.

I love my husband but he does not fuck me like a whore. He treats me and fucks me like a princess which is good for being treated like one but in bed i need to be fucked hard. The most he does with me is slap my ass hard and call me a bitch but that is not enough. We sometimes have a threesome with another girl but still that is not enough. I wish I could stop it, but I have tried and stayed away from them for two months. My biggest fear is one of them or someone else will either by mistake or on purpose enter my pussy and get me pregnant. Its horrible but I can't stop it.

Posted on 03.01.2014, 08:22:44 CET
Place: Knoxville, Tennessee, USA
153.
The Toy Car (00000200)
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2.8/5 (57 Votes)
Two weeks ago, I was at the hardware store with my 4 year old son because it's is his favorite place. He curiously demands me to explain exactly what everything is. Right in the middle of our trip, he had to go to the restroom. I asked for the key at Information and went with him to the restroom. Pants down, pee pee in the toilet bowl. As we pulled his pants up, it clattered: one of his toy cars fell in the toilet bowl. He noticed it and demanded that I get the car back out from the toilet. I had no desire to do this because the bowl along with the drain pipe was totally filthy, brown stripes, etc. So I quickly pulled him away and told him that everything was flushed away and gone. He howled like a siren, and the employee from Information came running because she thought an accident had happened. After I explained what happened, she said, "No problem" rolled her sleeve up, held the drain pipe, and then stuck her arm in up to the armpit. She fiddled around for a while, looked up at me, began to whoop, and then said beaming "I've got it" I thanked her profusely, washed my hands and the toy car at the sink, and then made room for her. However, she only shook her arm a few times to get the liquid off, rolled her sleeve back down, and went back to reception. I'd like to apologize to all the customers that shook her hand afterwards.
Tags: Disgust Work

Posted on 25.11.2012, 17:24:14 CET
154.
Not hung like a horse (00000407)
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2.8/5 (161 Votes)
I (m/20) am black, and I must say that it has been annoying me recently. Because I'm black, every girl that I take home thinks that I have a real schlong. In reality it is actually "only" 5 inches and I always see the look of disappointment on women's faces. Girls, wake up, just because it is on TV doesn't mean that it is true!

Posted on 01.05.2013, 22:09:53 CET
155.
Brother Next Door (00000107)
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2.8/5 (134 Votes)
I need to confess that there is a boy in my condo that lives right next to me and I love how he looks like, he is a nerd one ( as I am a nerd I got attracted to him). Every day I look through my window trying to glare at him just for some seconds, I really want him to become my friend, I even imagine we in the future being like brothers. PS:I am a guy and I just want him to be my "brother".

Posted on 04.07.2011, 17:21:37 CET
Place: Recife, PE, Brazil
156.
Locker Room Theft (00000128)
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2.8/5 (102 Votes)
When I was in 8th grade, I had gone to school and forgotten to put deodorant on. Being the self conscious child I was, I was scared to death that someone would tell me I smelled bad. I had no friends to ask at the time, so when I was in the locker room with the other girls, I watched them finish getting dressed and put the locks on their lockers. One of them didn't lock it, so during gym I asked to go to the bathroom and snuck back in the locker room. I opened the girl's locker, used her deodorant, and left. It was worth it.

Posted on 27.09.2011, 22:38:56 CET
Place: School
157.
Ripped My Hole (00000554)
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2.7/5 (368 Votes)
I'm (f) 13, and I masturbate uncontrollably. I can't control it. I've figured out how to have something in my vagina and my ass at the same time. I once ripped my hole and bleed all over the sheets. My mom thinks I had my period, but nope, I was up at 1 am using makeshift dildos, as I do every night. If I don't I can't sleep and the next day I get turned on over every little thing.

Posted on 16.08.2013, 08:46:54 CET
Place: Bernhardberg
158.
Where’s the Page? (00000194)
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2.8/5 (94 Votes)
In our high school, we used exam booklets to hold stamped, official paper which was distributed in single sheets at the beginning of the exam. During a test just like in Physics or Chemistry for example, if I had absolutely no idea what the answer was for the last few questions, usually the most difficult ones, I used two pieces of paper for the first few questions and then started the last question on the last few lines. But instead of then getting a new sheet, I simply started correcting my other answers. 10 minutes before the exam was over, I numbered the other pages from 1 to 3, 2 to 3, but there was no page 3 to 3. It was really simple and absolutely brilliant at the same time. The teacher would notice during grading and thought that a page had been lost. Later the teacher would let me know and say how sorry he or she was, and I said that it wasn't a big deal, that the question was very simple and say what the answer was. Of course, I got the answer from classmates after the exam, so 6 to 8 different times I got all the points for questions I never answered. I would like to confess that I was somewhat sorry to see some teachers so desperate and begging my forgiveness. It wasn't directed at them.

Posted on 19.11.2012, 06:15:57 CET
159.
00000247
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2.8/5 (94 Votes)
My brother is almost four years older than me, and is ill-tempered. When I was young, he would lose his temper and take it out on my sister and I. I never could remember why he was always so mad about, only that he was brutal on us. Our dad was always away on work and our mother was never around, so he always got away with it. I can still remember him trying to kill us on many accounts. He would strangle us, kick us, and punch as hard as he could, and he did this for years. Whenever we tried to tell our mom she would tell us that's how brothers are and we need to stop bothering him so much. Now, he's claimed that he's changed, and when we say we don't forgive him our mother tells us to get over it, but I don't think I can. To this day I can't stand being touched and it kills me to know that if my brother hit me again and I called the police, my family would hate me.

Posted on 26.01.2013, 04:29:15 CET
Place: Alabama
160.
Small, Successful Corner Shop (00000156)
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2.8/5 (158 Votes)
About 10 years ago, I (m/32) took over a kind of village shop because my father died unexpectedly. I didn't actually want to take over the shop because I was still very young. Since my two siblings also didn't want to take over the shop because they both had higher goals, I did it, mostly out of love for my mother who was very attached to the business. I always got to listen to the same prophesy rom my dear siblings who said that I wouldn't keep the business for three years since no one stood a chance against the big stores in the cities. They always had a big laugh about that. At first it really was a lot of work. 14 hour days were not unusual for me because I still had to do orders and accounting work after normal business hours. I made just enough money to live and I was lucky that I didn't have to pay any rent for the shop location since I took it over along with the business. I also thought that I couldn't withstand the big stores for long.

Meanwhile, the situation changed against all expectations because the elderly people from our village buy almost everything from me since it is difficult to get into the city at their age. The young client is also increasing since not everyone can afford a car or wants to ride 30 minutes on the bus to the city. In short, I'm probably won't become a millionaire with the shop, but I have more than enough for my wife and two children, I can pay off the house, and can also have a treat now and then. Now for my confession: It's currently not going well for my siblings financially and so they regularly ask me for discounted food prices. I don't agree with it since my other customers have to pay full price. In addition, they always put me down since I took over the store. I offer them quality goods that are about to expire for free. I could slap the both of them when they suggest that I stick the business etc. up my butt and that I'm an egotist.

Posted on 11.10.2012, 15:19:07 CET

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