I feel like what sucks is there’s not enough awareness given to ceberal palsy and people just focus on the other disorders which is great don’t get me wrong but people with cp struggle too there’s no movies or tv shows to spread awareness either
Cheer for me, guys. I called my wife and her friend, and they're thinking about having a threesome with me.
everything I'm about to list off, I think, is pertinent backstory/context for my confession. I'm a mid twenty something black woman, who has had some sexual experiences with women but for the most part men. I also exclusively DATE/GO STEADY with men. yet I identify as straight, I'm dating a guy a couple of years older, who identifies the same, though all his romance and sex w. the opposite sex... and he is the same race.. w.e... I adore his ass. his literal ass is soooo nice. I usually grab at my lovers behind during sex or w.e but I've literally been thinking about putting my face in his butt, I think about what it smells like and what it would feel like to have his ass smothering my face. So, after encouragement, he let me try it... i almost got off from it. I feel like a weirdo! it was an awesome experience tho. He told me we're not doing that often if we ever do it again lol. but i lowkey think he liked it.
My mom can be such an asshole sometimes. But I still love her and I dont know what I would do without her.
I have this weird, really unhealthy relationship with food that I don't know how to control. I eat all the time, even when I'm not hungry. I binge for days on end. Sometimes I eat to the point where my stomach gets so full I feel like exploding, and end up making myself throw up. I do have these random moments in between where I control myself and eat healthy, do exercise, etc., but for the most part I just can't seem to control myself and end up falling back into these disgusting eating habits. I just wish I could make it stop.
I'm the last of my friends to be a virgin (literally, I think I'm the only one in my group and we're all in our early 20's), and I'm honestly starting to believe it's never going to happen. I feel so awkward about it as well. Like, I know teenagers more sexually experienced than myself. And y'all don't even understand how insanely sexually frustrated I am. I just want to get it over with already.
I'm on my first long term relationship, we've been together for about a year and a half. The thing is that he is not doing some little things that he used to do like he used to call me every night to talk about our days and say good night. I don't know if this is the normal course of relationships or if I'm not that interesting anymore or if it's cause he's too tired but I miss those things. And every time I want to bring it up I feel over dramatic. Idk what to do.
Back in my teenage years, I had a group of friends, in which I was the weird, fat kid. I quit it some years ago because I realized that they mostly made fun of me behind my back...and then it all broke apart. However that may be, I'm self-rightously glad that the guy that was the greatest backstabber now looks like a fat, old woman drenched in old frying fat, has failed miserably in life and still is a virgin, while I lost my weight and have a great relationship. It's childish and doesn't really matter to anyone, I know, but boy how glad I am that I'm not the last one of the group to lose his virginity...as far as I know, I'm the second, the first one was the "chad" of our group and ironically the only member of this group I somewhat regularly am still in contact with.
It’s raining really hard right now and my boyfriend and I have been stuck in this little treehouse playing board games for the past hour and he just told me the sweetest thing ever. He told me that the rain reminded him of this day, way back before we started dating, when I showed up at his front door dripping wet in my yellow raincoat and he took me up to his room and helped me dry off and asked me why I didn’t wait until the storm passed before walking over and I told him that I just couldn’t wait because I had a bunch of books in my backpack that I was dying to show him. He said that was the day when he realized he liked me! He was like “I swear when I opened the door and saw you in that little yellow raincoat with your hair all wet my heart just about burst into a million pieces” and oh my gosh that is so hilarious and endearing to me. I love it. It’s so peculiar because now that I think of it, it was raining on the day that I realized I liked him, too. It was during a school fire drill actually. I just remember sitting on the sidewalk watching the classes file out of the building, and then his class came out. He was with some friends, and they were all laughing because he’d stepped in a giant puddle and his entire shoe was soaking wet. He was laughing, too. He looked so happy about something so unfortunate. I didn’t understand it at all, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Then a girl sat next to me and asked me what I was staring at, and I suddenly felt really flustered and, uh.. hopeful. But I didn’t know why. I didn’t even know his name back then. Looking at him shouldn’t have affected me like that. But it did. But anyway, we’re still stuck in this treehouse and I just lost our game of chess. My boyfriend’s asleep on my lap now and when it stops raining I’m going to wake him up so we can go get coffee at the restaurant down the street. I’m just so happy. It’s been such a nice day.
I have really bad self esteem issues, and it's been like this ever sense I was young. I can never see myself as good enough for anyone or anything. I always put myself down for everything. "Im not cute enough for anyone" "Im not skinny enough" "I'm not smart enough" "So and so is better than me" "I wish I looked like that" "Who would pick me when theres so many more better looking/smarter/wiser/deserving people". It's ALWAYS something. I don't hate myself, at least I never thought I did . . But the way I treat myself has started to make me think I do. I wish for once I was happy and accepting of who I am.