I'm pansexual and found out I was when the LGBT+ was showing different terms to define sexuality. Like i always liked men and women and in between but never knew what to define it. So i always said," I'm down for whatever." But my family doesn't know and I don't want to tell them because they'll just say that they know I'll find the right man. Which may be right. But this has mad me become less attracted to anyone. But maybe I'm just confused because I haven't met anyone like me. I don't know.
I just want someone to passionately take my virgin body and ve able to accept my freakiness. i want them to teach me everything and only want me. I want them try all dirty thing I want and they want and see what we like together. Too bad I only want that sex when I'm married ig🤷🏾🤷🏾
I hate it when a person bullies another person, even if he/she shares the exact same struggle as the other one.
Want a cold hard fact about life? We are all alone. No one will help you or stand by you when you go through hard times.
some people are just childish and too immature to have a healthy discussion about politics. The minute they know that they can't make their point valid anymore they start to make fun of me and calling me names.
The other day at work, a customer asked where everyone was getting masks. I told him we probably sold out and they got them earlier. For some reason he turned this around to black people wearing masks and said black people wearing masks ought to be shot. (I don't remember the exact wording but that's basically what he said). After I looked him straight in the face and lost any joking expression in my face, not willing to give even a courtesy chuckle or smile, he said (and this is a direct quote) "If there was a black guy wearing a mask in my neighborhood he'd be shot". I didn't want to escalate anything so I didn't engage and just tried to politely get him tf away from me. For context, I'm white. But just because I'm white doesn't mean I will ever laugh at racist jokes or think someone deserves to get shot because of the color of their skin. Keep in mind, in this joke's hypothetical situation, no one's life is in danger. No crime is being committed. The only "crime" is someone wearing a mask (same as everyone these days) but they're not white. I will never, ever believe someone deserves to be shot if a life isn't in immediate danger. It scares me that in 2020 some people think this is okay to joke about in public with strangers. This guy doesn't know me at all. He's not even enough of a regular for me to know his face. For all he knew, my husband's black and I've got 4 mixed babies at home. That's not the case, but he doesn't know that. My store has a diverse population with a lot of black and Latino customers. It's a miracle no one overheard him. If anyone would've overheard him, I don't think I could stop them from going batshit crazy on him. I posted this story and my thoughts on it to Facebook with the message "I don't think this applies to anyone on my friends list, but if you believe someone deserves to be shot based solely on the color of their skin, place of origin, and/or citizenship status, unfriend me now". I'm pretty sure someone blocked me. That's fine since I was getting tired of hiding and blocking all of the political crap she shared. I'm just kind of surprised she's a racist.
As a kid, I hated all the music that was "popular" on the radio. All the songs the other kids loved, I despised. I just didn't understand why everyone liked them so much. I wasn't into that kind of music. Now, 20 years later... I confess that I do like it. I've been listening to a "2000s Jams" playlist on Spotify for weeks, and I just can't get enough. What the hell was I thinking?
they dont make good porn like they used to.
(This is a two parter) Three years ago, I had a friend with a troubling past. He had a girlfriend whom they were expecting a child. I met her and we hit it off great. I could tell she wasn't happy with him and how he flaunted her like a trophy and objectified her. But it wasn't my place to judge their relationship. over the months, we texted, hung out and became great friends. I grew to fall in love with her. But I kept my distance because I knew not to interfere in her relationship with (let's call him Eric) Eric. During those months, she texted me about her and Eric and I knew him before her so I always told her give him benefit of the doubt. Dont judge him too harshly on his past choices and hes, in his heart, a good person. I was even witness to the birth of their daughter and named Godfather.I fell in love with her the moment I first held her and promised to always protect her to the best that I could. During her first three months, Eric rarely helped out, hardly showed effort to raising his child. His gf constantly called me to help and I always got wipes, Formula, diapers. rocked her to sleep, changed her, became a better father than her real father. three months after, long story short, Eric gets arrested for raping her sister, something he got in trouble with before. Now hes in prison, wind the clocks today, She and I are engaged, her daughter is two and we have a great life together being built. Eric raped her, treated her like a prize rather a partner, degraded her and made her feel like trash and gave her lasting mental issues. Clearly I was wrong and my opinion of him changed and I think him a bad person that deserves what hes getting. Part 2: Now in the present; Eric is still in prison. his mother is constantly trying to get our daughter (let's call her pebbles) pebbles to have a connection with him. Her mother disagrees and I also disagree. But her mother also feels like it's wrong to keep her away from him. Me, I think he screwed the pooch and lost his chance for this. He wants pebbles to know him. (I will say my daughter. I changed her, raising her. tuck her in at night. she calls me dada. she is as good as mine.) I dont want my daughter to have anything to do with her pedophilic, raping father who didnt give her the time of day when she was born, until she is old enough to understand the severity of his decisions, and make the choice for herself. Am I wrong to deny HIM that choice? even when he gets out of prison, sadly he only has 10 years, he will want to see her and I promised to keep her safe. But is it my place to deny him? He has no custody of her.
TL;DR: how do I know if I'm asexual or really terrified of intimacy, or both? So I know this might be a weird question, and because of this I'm posting it on here lol. I'm a 21 year old girl, and I have never been attracted to anyone. Other than having a crush in third grade, I do remember having feelings for a high school teacher once, but it was very confusing because I kinda wanted him more as a father figure (daddy issues), so I don't know if that was an actual crush... But other than that, I have never thought of someone in a romantic way or was interested in dating. I feel weird about never having been attracted to anyone, and every time it gets brought up, people tell me it's basically not possible that I have never been in love, or don't have an image in my mind as to what my potential partner should be like. Now, if this was the only side to the story, it would be easy to say that it has to do with sexual orientation, but thing is, I'm terrible with interpersonal relationships in general. I only have two friends, and even these friendships are hard for me to keep, not because of lack of desire but rather because of my avoidant personality disorder. But anyways, I don't feel like I'm in need of love. It's just that not having been in love makes me feel like a weirdo. On a bad day, I might wish for a relationship thinking that being comforted, supported and cared for by someone would make things better, but that's pretty much it. So if anyone has similar experiences, I would love to feel less alone. Also I would appreciate some thoughts and advice from you guys. And sorry if my thoughts are all over the place. I've been trying to write this confession for half an hour, and this is the best I can do. Sorry if it's terrible, but I hope it at least makes some sense.