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Memory module drastically improving. Strong evidence. Some use. More to come. End.

I am coming out the closet as LGBQT. or all of the above.

I used to love Hey Arnold as a kid and thought their relationship with Arnold and Helga was adorable. Now I'm like if Helga was a dude and Arnold was a chick this would be super unacceptable and Helga would probably be an incel.

I lied to people for money.

In retrospect it was a mistake to put that tot soldier in my ass.

Valley View Lane.

You, being three years older, molested me for almost four years on this very street, within the confines of your house. The pain was constant, but no longer will it affect me. Sure, it took me years to even remember and identify that what you did to me was, in fact, abuse. Sure, I abused alcohol for a time, and railroaded many of my relationships, but in the last two years, I've found the means to cope. I even forgave you, because hating you is still allowing you to take residence within my head and heart. I'm not pious; I'm so unbelievably imperfect, I sometimes cringe over it. But I forgave you a year ago, and I forgive you now. Do I fear you've done this to others---even your children? Sure. It's a horrifying thought, really. But I've learned to acknowledge what you did, acknowledge the past, basically, and move on from hating you. I just hope you have turned into a better person.

Watching the Super Bowl with my bf and all I can think about is having every hole stuffed by big, muscular black men.

I’ve missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times I’ve been trusted to take the game's winning shot and missed.

I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life and that's why I succeed. —Michael Jordan :basketball:

I have a serious problem with submarines

I see chinese hookers for a sole reason: they let me fuc* them without a condom. Otherwise I wouldn't choose them because I actually find them kinda disgusting. I'm really a little racist, even though I accept white race is not pure and possibly a little mixing is actually good. But the idea of having got one of them pregnant haunts me. Having a mixed race son would be a horrible thing for me. I could never accept it. I have never actually cum inside a hooker, but you never know. I will never be sure.

My life didn't go as planned. There was no plan in fact, but I sure didn't want this outcome.

I remember having farting contests with my mom as a child. She usually ended up sharting.

Our daughter would have been 13 last month... I can’t believe I abandoned a poor heartbroken teenage girl after I made her get an abortion

Johnny got stinking shit all over his choda after wiping his ass from back to front.

I was sexually abused by my older sister. We're both girls. Currently I am 18 years old and she is 21 years old. It started when I was 5 years old and she was 8. She taught me what an orgasm was. All I remember was her touching me and telling me about "sex". Why an 8 year old girl would know that much about sex, it honestly beats me. She would go on to make me perform sexual acts on her, and she on me when our parents weren't home or looking. This included but was not limited to: fingering, making out, insertion of objects, sucking on breasts, humping, watching porn together, etc. I had no idea it was bad at the time because my older sister, the one role model I had to look up to as an example, taught me it. She would force herself on me. When she realized I was getting old enough to see how wrong it truelly was, she'd force me to do it. This included black mail and physically asserting herself because she was way way stronger than me. I dreaded when our parents went to work because I'd know what I'd have to do. She would also beat me and physically abuse me. This continued until I was 12 years old and she moved out. My parents found out from a Facebook chat I had left open where I explained to someone what happened and I told them with tears in my eyes what happened. I don't think my sister, or anyone for that matter, knows how much this truely affected me. Everytime I think of it I wince and cringe and wonder why I let something like that happen to me... Something that horrible and disgusting. I blame myself. Like, why didn't I tell mom and dad? Why did I let it go on for so long? Did I actually enjoy it?! I know I didn't, but these thoughts captivate me so so much even to this day. I am terribly distrustful of others and often cynical. I am not sex repulsed, rather the opposite. I masturbate every other day. I've been masturbating ever since I was eight regularly. It's like I need it or something to feel alive. Or to feel loved. I don't know how I'll ever find a romantic partner that can deal with all of this. I know any sex I'll ever have will never involve love. It'll all be physical because how else will I ever connect with another human being? My mind is jumbled and I can never think straight. I have trouble communicating my emotions because I have suppressed them for so long. My body is just a bag of bones and flesh and not beautiful. I'll never find it beautiful. It's been used and tossed around and left. Everyone has motives to hurt me and berate me and belittle me. I have good friends, but I know I'll lose them because of my attachment issues and abandonment issues. The thing is, if I ever see my sister again I won't hold her accountable. Deep deep inside I'll want to strangle her, but I'll just let her go because I'm weak and frail and I forgive too easily because I'm afraid to hurt anyone or lose anyone. This anger has been trapped inside for so long that I have no idea what to do with it.
Anyways, I just needed to get that off of my chest or I would have exploded.

When I was a schoolboy in my early teens, an older boy kept hitting on me. He was a bit of a delinquent, and I was scared of him. Eventually he threatened my sister and told me it was to be her or me. So, one school lunchtime, I let him lead me into the woods. If I close my eyes, I can still vividly remember that first rape - being bent over, leaning on the fallen tree trunk, tears rolling down my face and just desperately concentrating on not crying out as he stood behind me, hands on my hips, frantically thrusting into me. Over the next couple of years (until he was expelled), we had sex so many times that I genuinely lost count. I haven't had many relationships in my adult life, so my entire sex life has most likely involved more instances of homosexual rape than consensual heterosexual intercourse.

I may have done something bad and i dont want to tell my parents about iit and i feel like they might find out what should i d? I feel awful and guilty.

I try my best to be understanding and mindful of what my father is going through. But it has always been quite difficult for me as my father divorced my mother out of the blue and ran off to the Philippines and made a new family when I was 10 years old. Sometimes I wonder if he ever thinks about me and regrets not being there. Or if he tries to forget about me and refresh his life, whilst my mother struggles to make ends meet when he took all of the money out of the house they built together. I try not to feel anger or resentment. But as I come closer and closer to my wedding day, I wish I had a father to walk me down the aisle. First world problems I know. I definitely appreciate the family I currently have, there is just one part of me that feels empty.

Years ago, I had my "first time" in bed with an older lesbian when I was 16, which is the legal age of consent where I live.

The Lady I "did it" with was a longtime friend of my parents... When I was supposed to sleep, I eavesdropped on the going-ons of the house before trying to sleep, and it helped I had good hearing... The only thing that caught my interest was that I heard Her talk to my parents about Her past as a Lesbian Domme, in quiet voices thinking I was "asleep".

Being 16 at the time I was curious about it... I heard the talks, and the details... I knew I never was interested in the boys, and I'd seen the Lady I speak of naked in the shower a couple of times as She visited the house... and She looked a lot younger then She was, and was a Natural Beauty. I had done many "girl" things with Her, and She was always my Nanny on Week Days, so I got some feelings for Her... and I fantasized a lot about Her.

One day, I went to Her home as part of a suprise visit since She let me drop by to say hi anytime.
I showed my curiosity in the adult stuff She spoke of with my parents many times, and to my suprise She was amused by this instead of shocked... She answered my questions, and let me indulge my curiosity... I admitted to her my attraction to Her, and She was intrigued by that.

We talked for awhile telling her about my interest in her, and it got to a point where She asked if I'd like to, and I said yes... I won't go into details at what happened during the whole thing, but I left her house with my smile on my face, and my heart racing... I came back many times afterward, and each time no one else found out... we did it many times, and it went on for a full month with everyone else none-the-wiser.

Then one day my Mom saw me talking to her friend on the computer to her about our next "session"... My Mom was angry for a long time after the fact, grounding me, but a week later after not talking to me she eventually took me aside, and apologies... She then gave me a stern warning about the dangers of "doing it" with strangers, and that she will allow it only since it is with her good friend, and If it got in the way of my choirs, or school then there would be trouble... then there was no more trouble, or worry about it.

At 18 after I moved out of my parents house, I went to live with the Lady for a few years since her home was a lot closer to the college... In my spare time I acted as her submissive pet... I encouraged her to go hard on me. I acted like an animal, and walked around on all fours for her, or I'd be her "furniture"... we did some wild things in the "dungeon" as well. I'd never wear clothes around the house either, unless we had guests.

When I turned 25... One dreadful night she was in a Car Crash, and died on the way to the hospital. My parents miss her since she helped them through hard times... but I miss her a lot since she helped me discover myself, and helped me develop a diverse sexual palette, and she even gave me her home, and most most of her things in her will.

Goodbye, Sam***... I hope to serve you in the next left after I finish this one, my mistress...

Y’all so I was 17 years old and my birthday was in 10 minutes so I started masturbating and 5 seconds before I turned 18 I came and that was the last time I masturbated as a 17 year old and the first as 18 within a total of 10 seconds.

Pastor Tod* was my youth minister when I was in sixth grade.

He touched my pen**.