I called the police on my abusive mother and I was the one that ended up getting arrested. I had cried a lot earlier in the day so when the police showed up I was very emotionless and apathetic, not at all how you would expect an abused child to be acting. Which is why they immediately took my mom's side. She told them lies. She only told them that I hit her, not that I hit her in self defense. She told them that I pushed her and broke the curtain, not that I pushed her and broke the curtain because she had me up against the wall with her hands on my face. She didn't tell them that I had a video of her abusing me but she grabbed my phone and deleted the video and the pictures of the marks she left on me. And I tried to tell them the truth but they were very biased and unfair to me. Telling me that what my mom does is discipline and I can't "discipline her back." So they put me in handcuffs and the last thing I saw before they took me away was my mother smirking at me. I spent one night locked in a cell. I was the only minor there so I was made to put on a different uniform than the rest of the people there. They woke me up at 6 am and asked me if I wanted breakfast and I said yes, please. They didn't give me any though, and I was scared to say anything about it. I didn't get lunch either. I was there for about 22 hours and didn't eat or drink once. There were insane people locked away elsewhere, and I heard them screaming and ranting all day long. When I was being released the officer told me that I better respect my mother, and I told him that my mother attacked me first. He said "She's your mom" and I told him that mothers shouldn't attack their kids. But it was obvious he didn't believe me either. I have a court case on March 13th at 1:00 pm and I'm going to tell them everything my mother didn't tell them. I'm going to tell them the truth.
I'm always naked, and I'm not changing for anything
What makes a man a man? Do you think its based on facts or opinions?
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.
I'm a 37 yrs old man and I want to have sex with a woman that's at least 65. I think she wants it too, she complimented my hands saying how beautiful they were and likes my new haircut (I shaved my head) . I just don't know how to approach her because of my anxiety and lack of understanding of the flirt talk. She's the cleaning lady of the building where I live and every Thursday's she comes to my house to iron some clothes. You see I'm a virgin and I think that she could be my big break. I mean I don't want to treat her like a whore but I'm not looking to have a serious relationship with her because I live in a small place and people here are gossipers and judgemental.
I've always been good at writing and one of my wishes in life is to publish a book one day. The thing I'm not good at, however, is making up stories. Everything I come up with isn't original. Well, there's this one story I have. I made it up as a kid, and whenever I had time to kill (which, given that I have no siblings, happened often) I thought about the story and kept adding to it. I did this for years, until I was a teenager, sometimes even still now that I'm an adult. I created a huge universe that way, the story is original, I've never seen something like it anywhere, but it has elements from a lot of very popular genres and stories, so it would probably be liked by enough people to make it worth writing down. But this wouldn't be a confession if there wasn't a problem with it, so here it is... some elements of the story aren't suitable for an audience. Partly because it simply doesn't make any sense for anyone but me - and I'm not talking about a few plot developments here, I'm talking about something that's the base for the whole story and that I only kept in the story over the years because in my head it doesn't matter if it makes no sense. And partly it's very personal stuff that I'd never want anyone to associate with me (let's just say a lot of people would recognise themselves in the story in a way that wouldn't be beneficial for anyone). The solution for this problem sounds simple; just change the story! And yes, I could. But I don't want to. It's probably a stupid nostalgic thing, but ripping out this huge plot base, and even taking out only a few minor details here and there, feels like ripping the head off your favourite teddy bear or seeing a horrible movie adaptation of your favourite book. You know that they had to change some bits for the movie and you know that those who never read the book love the movie, but it is so WRONG. To put it in a nutshell, I can either not write the book and live my life knowing that I possibly wasted my only chance to fulfil a dream, or I write it and feel like I sold my soul to the devil to fulfil said dream. Which is worse?
-I'm just like any other girl!! I always wanted to say that to those people who think I'm a lesbian...I like boy's too, i also wanted to have a boyfriend not a girlfriend...I hate it when my boy--friends and classmate treat me like I'm one of them they act like I'm a lesbian-a guy. It's not my fault if I'm socially awkward or my voice is deep or how i dress..Or how i act and speak...
My anxiety is killing me right now. All because I went to the bank to make a deposit and I thought some woman was getting ahead of me in line. She was right but the short and rather uncomfortable conversation is enough to make nervous for a few days. I will also not hear heavy metal because it just makes me more anxious, it's like I took a big dose of caffeine.
Give me the biggest word you got and it's definition
I'm living in incest. I want to stop but I don't want to stop at the same time. I think I'll end my life.