My sister is special needs and has PWS. She just stabbed me in the arm with a pen. She is physically 19, but mentally 6. It’s getting to the point that my 60 year old father can’t physically control her. She is verbally/physically abusive. As I type this she is throwing stuff around in her room.
This is the part where I say that despite it all, I love her and she’s brought this family closer. Well, I don’t. And she hasn’t.
If I ever got pregnant and I will most definitely have tests done to detect for congenital abnormalities, if there are any, I won’t hesitate to abort. My mother says I wouldn’t because It’d be my baby and I’d love him/her too much. I’m 25 and have thought about this a lot. She is wrong.
Everyday is a struggle and I’m just suppose to forget that she is a f*cking monster. Yes, I am well aware that she can’t control it. A LOT of people don’t know what Prader Willi Syndrome is. But I can tell you, it sucks.
I don’t even pretend to love her. I avoid her because she is mean.
I like to day dream about myself dying. i often day dream of myself in a horrible situation in which i die, just to imagine what people would do or say about me. would i have this huge group of people mourn my loss of life at a young age? or will no one even think twice about it.
I dated a boy about 2 years ago right after I’d gotten out of a serious relationship. He was extremely aggressive sexually from the start, and I’m not sure why, it probably had something to do with my complete lack of self worth, I allowed anything to happen with this guy. He made me feel bad about myself, I barely spoke to him during our entire relationship. We dated for about 7 months. He wold push me aainst walls, throw me into bed, in the street he would take advantage. I would have bruises. He would yell at me if I didn’t do things the way he wanted. He raped me, multiple times. He made me feel incredibly guilty if I wasn’t in the mood at the moment. I was completely broken and still fear him. It eventually ended because I kissed someone else and he found out. I still miss him and would’ve loved to meet him at this “healthier” time of my life. I feel most guilty about that.
Last night my stepdad (mom’s ex who basically still takes care of me, her, my brother, and my mom’s current boyfriend) had to sleep in my room because he had no where else to sleep. He can’t sleep on the recliners downstairs because his back is screwy. My stepdad and I have always been close, we have slept in the same bed when we had to ever since I was little. I wasn’t worried much until I remembered last summer. Last summer I was staying at his house in a different state. We were cuddling in bed and he started to finger me. I was sorta lost in it for a couple minutes and then to get it to stop, I told him I had to go pee. Then I went for a smoke outside and he came out and apologized and said he felt really bad for it. I told him it was okay, but deep down inside me, I felt disgusted with myself and wish it had never happened. (by the way, sorry for not using comas where I probably should, I’m bad about that) He was here this weekend to drive my mom’s current boyfriend to a different state that they are trying to move to where he wants to get a job. They all got really sh*tface drunk yesterday. Now, my “stepdad” drinks all the time, he’s drank ever since he was little, and I’ve never really noticed anything different when he drinks, except he’s really.. horny and touchy with me. We were laying there and he was cuddling me from behind when he started to feel my ass, I tried to ignore it but he stuck his hand down my pants and panties. He fingered me for a while, and he had his other arm underneath me and wrapped around my neck, holding me against him. He moved to go down on me and I told him we should sleep, so we did. He left today with my moms boyfriend and I just feel so gross for letting it happen. Just, so gross and sick feeling, I can barely walk. My knees are weak and my stomach hurts. I want to tell my mom but it’d be so embarrassing and she trusts him. He’s been around since I was little. I’m a teenager now, under 16. I don’t know if giving my exact age matters. But that’s what happened. I had to tell somebody because its eating at me.
I find my gf a bit attractive, but not overly so. I don’t particularly like her personality since she acts like a ten year old but I am her first bf and do not want to hurt her by ending it so I act like the best boyfriend ever. Meanwhile I ignore her texts by saying my phone is broken and spend 8 hours a day talking to her best friend, who I think I love. I don’t have the heart to end what I have and I don’t have a chance with the friend because I am helping her get with another guy she likes. I feel like the only reason I am dating this girl is because a mutual friend found out she liked me and talked me up as if I was dying over her and loved her like crazy. I am stuck in a spot I don’t want to be in and I hate how I got here, so I come to you guys to confess how I really am and how depressed this is all making me. Sorry if this doesn’t count truly as a confession, but I really needed to put this somewhere.
I’ve been dating 2 girls secretly for the past 2 years and I just lost the one I loved more. I met both of these girls while in university. The first girl we actually met online first and then found out we went to the same school. She is a good student: smart, has lots of friends, and fun to be around. We started dating first but I never let it get to serious because I was still getting over a recent breakup.
Meanwhile, I start a new set of classes and meet girl B. shes sexy, cute, and really sweet. she’s into me and starts texting me because we are in the same group and we start hanging out. We begin dating as well and before I know it I’m falling for both of these girls for different reasons.
The first girl I met had a fight one day and it got ugly to the point where we didn’t speak for a couple of months. I spent a lot of time with girl B and fell for her even harder while at the same time missing everything I loved about girl A.
Eventually girl A and I get back together and spend a lot of time together to make up for lost time and because I felt in the wrong for things ending badly that I pretty much let her dominate my time so that she wouldn’t know anything was going on. Girl B, is obviously not liking any of this as she’s seeing me less and less and as I continue to push off things off with her. She dumps me. I lash out, say things that obviously should not be said and instantly regret anything as I have now come to the realization that she’s the girl I love and want to be with but now she won’t even speak to me or hear me out.
My friends just had a baby with downs. Everyone is supportive and encouraging. I feel like screaming to them, WHY CAN’T YOU SPEND 2 MINUTES BEING SAD FOR YOUR SITUATION?!?!?!
I feel like someone just broke their leg and everyone is saying, “HOORAY, you get a cast for me to sign and cool crutches” and no one is actually mentioning the broken leg.
Cute baby, wonderful people, I want to be supportive but I am telling you what I can’t say to them.
I am in my late 30’s and I still eat my boogers and sometimes my scabs.I am not sure why I do it, My wife doesn’t know, I’ve done it since I was a kid and never stopped.
As a child, I chose to be physically abused. I come from a poor family, both parents constantly working and never home. I was young, and my sister and I couldn’t take care of ourselves. I was 6 and my sister 7, and we’d be forced to go to my aunt’s house to be babysat; not always by my aunt. It began when I was 5, and we were visiting my aunt but she had left for work and were left in the hands of my alcoholic uncle. It started with verbal abuse, saying we were a plague on his household, we were horrible kids and every nasty thing you could say to a 5 year old. He was a drunk, I understood why he was always yelling. It started escalating from yelling across the room to in our faces. By the time I turned 6, He was in our faces every time we were left in his care. It took a turn for the physical when he started throwing things at us. After months of screaming, throwing shoes, clothes, toys and different household objects at us, he finally started to take a turn for hitting us with his hand. I knew he would go after my sister, because she was the girl. Every time I heard him scream, I would lock my sister in a closet and tell her to stay until I came and got her. For about 10 months I was subjected to beatings, being burnt with cigarettes up and down my legs, arms, and back; Subjected to being thrown around, and assaulted verbally and physically. Throughout the times I was being assaulted I would lock my sister away, hiding her from him, choosing to keep him distracted with me instead of her. Half the time I would convince her that we were playing a game, and her memories were only of her hiding from a screaming deranged drunk. She never knew what was actually going on. After I turned 7, I had learned how to patch up any wounds I received while being beaten. Spending time reading books and watching instructional videos on first aid and self defense. Teaching myself how to block some of the more powerful hits to stave off more serious injury.
Sometimes, when I’m alone…or when I’m in my room at night. I can picture myself, killing my friends, not just my friends all my “girl” friends all of them. When I shut my eyes I can see their faces, I can here their screams, I can picture every gruesome detail, every monologue in my head…. And it feels good. You know what the funny part is? I think I can get away with it, and I think about it constantly…I want to tell someone but I don’t know who. There are several reasons for why I would want to do something like this…one girl, I will call her rouge, because red is her favorite color, I’ve had a crush on her for the longest time and we’ve been best friends since high school. I’ve asked her out several times before and she never gives me a response instead she ignores me, or changes the subject and ends up going out with some complete jackass that shares nothing in common with her. But you know what she doesn’t have a problem doing? Asking me for rides at 3 a.m when I have to wake up for a 15 hour shift in less than 5 hours, asking me for money, asking me to complete her projects, or to give her a ride to her asshole boyfriends house and doesn’t even so much give me a thank you! And I have explained this to her so many times…what she’s doing to me. How she makes me feel. But she just. Doesnt. Get it. How I would love to torture her and violate her body and take a few pictures…and then there’s Devilyn, because the devils are in the details…shes a f*cking little tease,despite all the things I have done for her she has the nerve to talk behind my back and deny me in front of her friends! But she has absolutely no problem asking me for favors none! I’m sick of it!…I know what I’m thinking is wrong…but I can see it, vividly…and I know it’s not normal.
I hear stories all the time about people sucking or f*cking their bosses to get out of work. I wish I could find one that paid okay, and I could sit around and play on my phone all day, masturbate openly while at work, talk to guys on the phone, then at the end of the day just suck my bosses d*ck and go home.
I want my best friend’s girlfriend for my own. I’ve known the girlfriend for much longer than I have known the best friend, and we have always clicked. As close to a soulmate as possible. But then we met my best friend, and he’s my best friend because he’s just like me, and I love him like a brother, because he’s the platonic equivalent. But I can’t stop thinking about her, she’s a goddess, think Taylor Swift with a fuller figure. She’s impossibly perfect, i have no doubt that she is as good as humanity has to offer. I want her. But I can’t lose the best friend that I have ever had. I don’t know.
I constantly fantasize and masturbate to pictures of my female friends. I don’t know if this is normal or not but It’s been on my chest for a while.
I have folders dedicated to girls I think are hot that I’m friends with.
I lost my virginity to a prostitute… Long story short, it was… pleasant. I was 27 and had never been naked with a woman before, nor had I ever fooled around (even foreplay). I’ll admit simply getting over this hurdle was worth it but I didn’t perform very well (anxiety!). We finished in 30 minutes and spent the next 30 minutes just chatting.
When I was 5, I went to daycare for the summer and suffered mental abuse from the caretakers there. They would always threaten to cut my head off and put it in a flower-pot. I would get scared and start to cry, so they would threaten me further if I didn’t stop crying.
One afternoon, they were doing their typical bullsh*t towards me, and again I began to bawl my eyes out. The main caretaker who took care of the babies actually called me over to her, set a bucket next to her, and told me to lay on her lap. I did what she said, and she pretended like she was about to cut my head off with a pair of scissors. I was so shocked and afraid that I just stopped crying. My tiny brain thought it was genuinely facing death.
After only a minute or so of nothing happening, I think the caretaker knew she went too far, and tried to comfort me. I just sat there on her lap, kind of staring off. She let me down, and I just went to a desk and sat there. I kept thinking in my head what I’d done so wrong to be almost put to death.
A week or so later, I was taken out of that center and put in a much nicer one because apparently the workers at the old one were known for f*cking around with the kids.
We were both taking a bath one evening. I was scrubbing myself, minding my own business, when my brother stood up and said “think fast!”
I looked up with my mouth kind of open, and I was greeted with a piss stream going straight in my mouth. I jerked my head back and started spitting and coughing, while he just stood there and laughed at me.
Once when I was about 4 years old I straight up tried to murder my 2 year old brother with a pillow. Almost succeeded too.
I pooped my pants until I was 6 years old. I was potty-trained and fully capable, but thinking back, it always boiled down to whether or not I felt like going. If I didn’t feel like going in the toilet, I would just relax and fill my pants up.
I’m scared of being labelled a child molester/pedophile. You hear every so often about people being falsely accused of doing things to a child, and the possibility of that scares the sh*te out of me. For the record, I’ve never touched one, never want to, never WILL.
Today, I got asked to by a homeless person to kill him. Now I feel like I’m in a funk, and have really confused/ disturbed feelings.
I sleep with my hand in my buttcrack a lot of the time. It’s comfortable.
On a crowded morning subway commute…the beans I ate for dinner caught up with me and I let loose a lethal fart. It was like a gaseous wasabi cloud hit the D train. Sorry folks but if I didnt do it, I would’ve exploded.
I had sex with two Bangkok hookers, without a condom. I came inside one of them while the other was sucking my balls. This was the greatest sexual experience of my life, and I regret nothing.
I’m an 18 year old student. Freshman year I lived in the dorms, and this year I’m living off campus. I’m renting an extra room in some woman’s house. It’s a great location – super safe and a 10 minute bike ride to campus. I get my own bathroom and there’s also a pool/hot tub and billiards table.
The woman I’m renting from is like mid 30s. Her husband died a few years ago, so she wanted to rent out a room to help pay the bills. She also has a 13 year old daughter. She wanted someone quiet, would just mind their own business/wouldn’t get in the way, etc. And I was perfect. I basically went, “Yeah, I’m a student, but I’m an engineering student, so I don’t have a life. The only time you’ll see me is when I’m coming/going or in the kitchen.”
She and I started sleeping together. Then at the end of last semester, my cousin bought a house here and offered to let me stay there for free. I told her that I was grateful for everything, but that I’d be moving out.
She offered to let me stay there for free. I think it’s probably because she wants to get laid. I mean, she’s smoking hot so she probably could go out to any bar and bring home a guy, but that might not set the best example for her daughter and she’s really socially awkward.
I just went out drinking with my wife and a house guest. We all drank a lot, but apparently I am the only horny one. I started looking at porn on my phone and the next thing I knew I was jerking off in the bathroom which sits dead center of my 600 square foot apartment. They both seem knocked out though, so that’s good I guess ;)
I’ve discovered I’m polyamorous and cannot be happy with just him. I have no plans to cheat on him. I just want to run. I did. And now I don’t know where to go. We just bought a house. i’m planning to sleep in the car and live off gift cards until I figure out what to do. I at least have my laptop. I am so f*cked.
I am in the national guard and after two years I have had it. I plan on failing my test so I can finally get out and resume my life. I was never big into military and was suckered in in high school by free college. I would much rather work harder at my other job Which I enjoy very much and get to smoke weed when I want Then be surrounded by people I would otherwise choose not to hang around with. I am not on here looking for your judgment I just needed to tell someone because my friends and family wouldn’t understand. I know life will be more of a challenge with a general discharge instead of Honorable, but I will face it because I do have a strong work ethic though many will think I just wanted to get high all the time.
I had sex with my best friend, who happens to be my ex. It was fun. Did it a few times. Then he did some stuff with another girl (we’re both single so it’s totally ok). Now I can’t stand the idea of him touching me. Weirdest thing is I want him…like BADLY and he wants me too(just physically of course), but the idea of him touching me just makes me think of what he did (yes i know it’s illogical, he was in all his rights), and it just makes me want to cry. It doesn’t make sense. It’s completely illogical. I think it’s really pathetic and stupid of me but whenever I think of maybe doing it with him again I kinda just feel repulsed by myself… It is so idiotic I hate myself more than anything. Basically, my confession is that im an idiot.
I saw a 15-year old’s tits at a party last night. She was yelling “I’m a slut, I’m a slut!” and she flashed me, then tried to have sex with me. I couldn’t help but notice that they were really nice and now I feel like a pervert.
I’ve recovered psychically from anorexia, for about a year now, and since, I’ve gained 100 pounds. I went from 120 to 220 because like so many girls, I developed a binge eating disorder, and I began purging. But, contrary to popular belief… purging can’t get all the calories out, and when I noticed I started gaining, I just lost all hope. And now, and the peak of my highest weight, I am completely disgusted with myself. I want to be able to diet the healthy weight, and lose weight properly, but now every time I see any food, or it touches my lips. I become so disgusted with myself. I have to cover the mirrors in my bathroom when I shower because my body makes me want to cry.
I have a large labia and because of that I’m afraid of being with anyone else. I’ve never been with a man, but the way I look is holding me back. I’ve only been with girls. I know that there’s been men on reddit saying that they don’t care what it looks like, but I’m terrified of exposing myself to someone and seeing a surprised or disgusted look on their face. I want to get surgery to make it more attractive.
I didn’t notice it until it was pointed out to me by my boyfriend and my housemates that Charlie fancies me. It didn’t bother me at first because it seemed easy enough to handle, I would just ignore it, and it would go away after a while. My little brother used to do this with a lot of my friends; it rarely lasted longer than 3-4 weeks.
The problem is that over time I’ve noticed I like Charlie too.
At first I thought it was maternal, his parents don’t give a sh*t about him and I felt sorry for him, I’d take him home with me if I could.
But now I can’t stop thinking about him, I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and everyday my boyfriend seems less and less appealing. The best relationship of my life is deteriorating because I’m falling for a child… 7 years younger than me.
The total balance of my three bank accounts is less than a dollar. Everyone thinks I have it together, but I lost my job and am about to get slammed with legal fees over a crime I didn’t commit.
I feel inevitably incapable of even holding a 10 second conversation with the extremely beautiful girls at my school. Hell, I don’t feel incapable, I know I am. I look at certain girls and in my mind they are literally goddesses. The epitome of beauty and bodily perfection. But they are not for me, no. I am destined to seek out the socially awkward and very unattractive girls that will have sex with me after just talking to them twice over Facebook. I say hey, they say hi, ask each other “whats up” and we both reply “bored lol” then we start the foreplay and talk about how we can make each other “unbored”. I talk to these girls in secrecy, I don’t let any of my few real friends know. I fantasize about being alone with these type of girls and how they would let me do anything to them, how I would have sex with them. I’m a horrible and pathetic human being that is chained to a life of self-pitty and lowliness. The only reason I haven’t killed myself is because my parents don’t own a pistol, it’s hard to shoot yourself with a rifle. And because I may not be able to talk to the beautiful girls, but the sex with the ugly girls isn’t bad. Most of them are so desperate and horny that they get extremely wet and even let me cum inside them. It feels amazing. This is all I live for. My interests make me look kind of like a deep guy with a good knowledge of philosophy. But deep down I am shallow and inferior.
Well, beginning of the school year, we decided that we were a bit too fat for our liking. We’re about 5’10 (me) and 5’8 (her). So we started “The Diet”…which we had done before, but we kind of forgot about it after a while. Well we were serious and stuck to it. I was 160, she was 140. At first, her goal weight was 120, mine 120 too. Basically The Diet entails that we stay under our BMR…way under…around 500 kcals a day. There’s some misc. rules, such as hardly any carbs, lot’s of protein, minimal fats, vitamins. At first we knew the consequences…now we’ve seemed to have forgotten them, each day, she says “there’s no visible consequences, it’s worth it” and I nod and agree. I went from 160 to 148 in just 3 weeks of restricting. I’ve been doing it for a long time, but I’ve been yo-yoing. The Diet seems to bring out my binging side, and once I binge I can’t stop for days. I’m at 153 right now, and honestly plan on being 110 by summer. She does too, but she’s 112 right now. And it’s taking a toll on her health. She’s passed out and hit her head and had to get stitches. She’s cold all the time, her immune system is depleted. And, even though that’s happening to her, I can’t help but be jealous. I see her, and I see skinny. Thigh gap, flat stomach. But it’s not enough The Diet mentality makes it so it’s never enough. She still sees fat.
Well it is a complicated story but the gist of it is that I took video of my best friend’s girlfriend naked, but that isn’t even the half of it. That girl who I videotaped naked happen to be the sister of my girlfriend of three and a half years. This was years ago but it took almost two years to come out into the open. My (ex) best friend told everyone I knew what I had done. I lost all of my friends and am now alone and depressed. I was forgiven half a year later by the (ex) best friend, but this stupid choice by me has cost me so much. I’m all alone in a new city afraid my past will follow me the rest of my days.
I’ve been in a relationship with my boyfriend for over 3 years. It’s pretty serious, I suppose. Since the beginning of it, I have been devastatingly attracted to his best friend. In fact, I’ve been attracted to his best friend longer than him. And I haven’t gotten over it.
I know it’s just hormones and lust, but it hurts sometimes to know that I might have made the wrong choice and that can never be changed. Please note that I do love my boyfriend, I really do. I just can’t get over this stupid attraction to his best friend. :(
I lost my virginity to my first girlfriend when I was 19. I didn’t want to have sex yet, but she was 17 and threatened to tell her dad and have me arrested for statutory if I didn’t go along.
I told my next girlfriend, when I was 24, that I was a virgin, and have been pretending that lie ever since.
There’s not really a whole lot to say. I’ve been fantasizing about my gf’s sister. I don’t know if it’s the taboo nature of it that turns me on or if it’s that she appears to have a great set of breasts. Sometimes, when I’m alone, I go to her facebook and jerk off to her photos, especially the bathing suit shots. We’re all going on a tropical vacation in a few months, and I’d really like to try to get the group interested in a nude beach (we’ve just joked about it so far). It’s probably a terrible idea, but I can’t help myself.
I went to a party with my best friend last Friday, as a favor to her. I don’t normally go to these things, but she asked me to go as part of her Christmas present. I wasn’t drinking, but I think someone must have spiked my drink, because I blacked out and woke up alone, without my underpants. My friend got mad and left without me because the guy she had a crush on was hitting on me. I had to walk 3 miles without a coat until I made it somewhere I recognized and I could get someone to pick me up.
I don’t know what to do, because I was sexually abused by my stepfather as a child, and I don’t want to put my family through this again. I’m a wreck, and have been since it happened.
A little over a year ago I found a site where guys bragged on the dating fortunes using CL. I tried and ever since I have become addicted to posting ads. I have dated close to 55 different woman, almost 1 per week and sometimes, two to three per week. Of the group, I had relationships with about 12, most a one time thing.
My mums friend (A milf) comes onto me in a jokey way every time she sees me, grabs and slaps my ass if I’m near or walk past her, makes sexual references about me and her even with others around, and calls me “her toyboy”
I was drunk and a homeless guy asked me for money. I offered to buy him dinner instead. We went to a nice restaurant and he ordered macaroni and cheese and a Heineken of all things. I mean, this was a 4 star restaurant and that’s all he wanted. We almost didn’t get served because of the way he was dressed. I had to give the waitress my debit card in advance.
Anyway, after my new friend I left he asked if I wanted to drink a little. I agreed because I was losing my buzz so I bought a 12 pack of beer at the liquor store for us to split. We sat and drank it. Afterwards, it was late so I said my goodbyes. He then asked me if I would give him some money.
I don’t know why but this infuriated me. After everything I’d done for him, he had the audacity to ask me this. I said “no you ungrateful piece of sh*t”. So he pushed me. I pushed him back and we skirmished in the alley for a minute till we fell together. I was on top of him and started choking him. I choked him and kept choking him until he stopped hitting me and then until he went limp. I got up and left him lying there dead in the alley.
I think about it every day and it haunts me.
Sometimes when I’m drunk I pee on the faucet in the bathroom. So when someone else finishes washing their hands and turns the water off, they now have my piss on their hands. I feel bad about it sometimes, but I just can’t help myself.
When I was around 10 years old a friend of mine showed me his mom’s porn. It was a Hustler magazine (pretty hardcore to see first IMO) and it fascinated me. Obviously they focus pretty intently on the vagina in Hustler and it created this weird fascination/addiction in me. I became fascinated with vaginas and promptly started reading/learning everything I could about them. Down the line this has turned into a full blown obsession with pleasuring women. During sex I no longer care if I even cum as long as they do. I’ve perfected my skills to the point that several women have told me they can’t even masturbate themselves as well as I can for them. The negative part to all of this is that I have become obsessed with sleeping with as many women as possible simply for the fact that all vaginas are different and I want to experience as many as I can. Sadly this has resulted in me stacking up a rather embarassing list of previous lovers that kind of eats me up inside a little. I always wonder if I’m some kind of freak…
i saw my best friend f*ck my gf. didn’t think it’d be too bad but i was wrong. i’m f*cked up.
So, this has been going on for a while. My wife has this totally hot friend and she comes over frequently. Usually my wife drinks too much and passes out wherever she sees fit. This leaves me and the friend to our own demise.
There has always been a sexual tension between us. One night when this happened I took the friend upstairs. To fuck her. When I got up there I couldn’t do it, felt too guilty. So I told her she was amazingly pretty and went to bed.
She came over again one night and the usual happened, wife got too drunk and passed out. Sexual tension started building and before I knew it, my finger was in her pussy. It was awesome! It made me feel alive again. I have never even kissed her, but I’ve finger banged her. Totally rad! I don’t know if I would want to make out with her, I don’t want to be with her at all, I just want to satisfy my lust for her I guess.
I would totally do it again if the opportunity presented.
I am a black high school student living in a majority white town in New England. I have lived in this town all my life and I guess you could say I “talk white”, whatever the hell that means. In my school, there is only a few black kids that live in the town. They’re all good kids. All the other black kids that attend my high school get bused in from a large city 15 miles north of us. There is a program that allows inner city kids to attend school in rich suburbs with good school systems. Most of these kids are dumb, loud, obnoxious trouble makers. They accentuate the black stereotypes soooo hard. Most of them are bad kids, but then again, there are a couple that I’m pretty good friends with who were all raised in good, hardworking families. I just hate most of the kids from the inner city because they make me look bad just because they’re the same color as me. It makes me really mad that I get instantly grouped in with them just because we have the same skin color. This has rolled over outside of school too. I just try to avoid black people in general because I always assume that they will be ghetto, loud and rude. Ugh.
I sometimes flash my father and pretend that it was an accident. I pretend to “accidentally” drop the towel I wrap around me after showers, and “accidentally” lose my bra in the pool. I deliberately leave my door room open when changing in hopes of him catching a glimpse.
Nothing would make me happier than a very attractive member of the opposite sex track me down and blackmail me into having sex with them. And then developing mutual stockholm syndrome feelings for each other.
I read a fucking lot of feminist literature. I am super pro-women’s rights. But still. I want to be desired by someone I find desirable to the point where they are willing to break a lot of societal rules to have me.