I was raised that homosexuality is a sin, and because of what the Bible says, it is. And my family isn't actually homophobic, one of my parents has a friend of the LGBTQIA+ community, if not more. And personally I could care less if you're in that community, but I always wonder, because I have a friend who is bisexual, if they would say I'm homophobic. I don't think people that are gay or trans are horrible people or dirty or bad, I just know what the Bible says. I'm straight, but if you tell me you're gay, for me it's a simple, "okay, when did you know? Are you sure? If so, I support you as a friend." I don't support the community, I just distance myself from this subject and don't comment on it. I just want people of this community to know I don't hate you. But, I wonder if I'm homophobic? Please tell me I'm not... It's eating me alive. 😰
I'm 17 and didn't have much ideas of what to do with my life. I finished highschool (which sucks in my country, it doesn't teach much and serves only for collage admission tests and civil service exams). My dad planed all what I should do. He told me to join the army's as a sergeant and then start my studies in a collage to work with whatever I want (in my country, if you have highschool diploma, you can do an admission exam for a 2 years sergeant course). I said, "Yeah, whatever, it looks a good opportunity and the salary is pretty great". My only trouble was the physical exam which I scraped through but I did it. I felt scared when I was on the list of approved candidates. The boot camp was in another state and I didn't feel ready, nor capable of passing through the boot camp training. I was passing through a break up, had low self steem, was pretty negative and sensitive. My dad said I didn't have the permission to give up and come back home, I should take the training like him, my grandpa and most of my family did. It started in February of this year. The first days were hard but actually better than I though, but after the first week I was overloaded and freaking out, thinking that I couldn't take it, I couldn't do all the things my instructors were yelling me to do. So in the beginning of the second week, I gave up and came back home. My dad couldn't look at my face for weeks. I was living with him before all this, so when he found out I quit, he packed all my stuff and left at my mom's. I live with her now, she is helping me a lot, I tried studying for a civil service exam but things got messed up now because of the virus. I don't know what I should do. My mom doesn't have money to handle a collage and my dad doesn't like the idea of me going to a collage "wasting time and money" with the risk of still be unemployed after I finish it. I admit that, even though it was short, that time in the army's was good for me in some ways, like organization, humility, respect and will to live, I had will to do something with my life, I got way less depressed, found out what collage I wanted to go and enjoyed my family more. So, now I'm confused. My dad keeps telling me to try again and "get my soul back" (whatever that means) while also tells me the benefits of being a sergeant. I can't tell if, some moments when I actually motivate myself to go back, it's my father who's talking or myself. And when I say, "I don't want to go back there", I don't know if I'm just afraid of trying, get my ass kicked pretty bad and give up again, or I simply don't want that, it's not what I like and shit. So, I'm confused as fck and scared of making the wrong decision. Should I Try again or Should I not? I know that's my call but it's so fucking hard to decide...
I had a very good birthday today I really appreciate all the people who wished me happy birthday and thanks for all the birthday wishes
I went into the living room when i got out of the shower with only a towel on when my cousins were over (I didnt think it was wrong since my siblings and mom dont care when i do it) and they freaked out and shit and told me to put clothes when I was just getting water and it took me a few minutes to realize how that was wrong
when my grandpa was in his hospital bed when I was like 9 I felt his forehead and it was really warm so i got an icecube from the wine bucket and rubbed it around his forehead (not anything interesting but its been in my mind and ive never told anyone for nearly 6 years)
I'm a lady;21 yr old;attracted to ladies,but i get confused about what i feel for men.I'm not turned on by ass in girls but boobs ,waist and beauty reallyyyyy turn me on...yet if i meet a guy even a good looking one nothing really turns me on&making out with a guy makes me sick_disgusted.I've only dated a girl once so far and i loved her so much,but i've never really fell in love with a guy.I therefore use queer to identify myself because i feel uncomfortable using lesbian or bisexual labels lol what's crazy is that watching straight porn turns me on more than lesbian porn...my life wtf
if you died right now, what would you regret not doing?
I saw a lady that looks identical to my cousin Angel
Well today just wasn't my day I had a verbal altercation with another neighbor cause I walk one of my dog's without a leash. Well one of my neighbor's came out of his house with a stick so I recorded it on video, while I was recording the guy he started talking shit so I got into a loud confrontation with one of my neighbor's. Well during the verbal altercation a black guy pulled up in his vehicle and he told me to walk away ,after I was walking away I overheard the white guy still talking about me so I got into another shouting match with my neighbor. The guy had told me that I needed to be in jail I wanted to knock his white ass out and leave before the cop's came ,but I will see him again someday and we will have our day
I don't feel hungry despite not eating anything today. My girlfriend would flip her shit if she knew. I mean, I am trying to lose weight, but it's just really weird not feeling hungry.