- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Like a year ago I was browsing the porn looking for my next wank material when I happened upon a streaming site. Nothing unusual about that except one chick was streaming naked while playing Super Smash Bros Online on the For Glory mode with Charizard. I thoroughly enjoyed the stream but did not climax because Charizard is garbage-tier.
quote:My wife and I are getting ready to have kids. We're off birth control and are being "careful" with ye olde pulling out and tracking periods method. We want to wait another two months so we aren't pregnant during an upcoming vacation. She ovulated yesterday. If you have ever had the experience of a woman in heat, you will understand how dick crushing hard it was to not blow a load in there with all the fury of a thousand ancestors cheering for the next generation. I think of myself as fairly reasonable and level headed. Besides some baseline angry moments that everyone has, I'd never consider myself a primal person. It was primal last night. Sorry, rambling. Basically I didn't want to pull out. I wanted to hold my wife down and claim her as the mother of my children and knock her up so hard she'd be pregnant for years. It was one of the most fustratingly intense orgasams of my life when she finished me off. All I am think about is having an "accident" and dam the consequences. She can't be mad at me forever. It's not even gaurenteeed to take but Holy poo poo I can smell the fertile. I almost call out sick from work today to take her and do the deed. This is bizzare as poo poo but apparently we're all still animals inside. I'm think I'll do it tonight. Blame it on how hot he sex is and that I wasn't fast enough. Its only two months early. She'll get over it. She already kinda said yes, so really what's the big deal? I haven't been this horny since I was 15.
|
#
¿
Jul 24, 2016 06:45
|
|
- Adbot
-
ADBOT LOVES YOU
|
|
|
#
¿
May 10, 2024 00:38
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I can't stop buying stupid poo poo. I spent $200 on Elite Dangerous to get access to every DLC that comes out. I only played that game for a month. I also spent around $200 on the Dark Souls board game Kickstarter that I'm probably never going to play anyway. I should just tear up my credit cards right now.
quote:I am a recently retired NFL football player, and have been a member of SA since high school. I played for a perennially ranked high school football program and have multiple state rings and a national championship, a big time college football program, and I played two years in the league before retiring due to injury concerns. I was never a jock though, I kept books in my locker, was on the chess team and in computer club, and always was a bit of an outsider. I was cool by association because I knew all the guys, spent alot of time with them and was good at football. I wasn't famous, and you wouldn't recognize my name. I was drafted very late.
I'm in my mid twenties and I wake up every morning feeling like a car wreck. I have to wear straps and tape one of my wrists to do anything physical, because I've fractured it four times. My ankles are stiff and I limp around the first hour or two of every day. Sometimes my back goes and I just collapse. Shopping with the girlfriend, getting brunch, walking around, whatever.Its incredibly embarrassing. Thank god I've never had a concussion, but I've fractured two ribs, one of my shoulders pops out randomly due to repeated dislocations, torn labrum, fractured wrists (both of them),bone spurs all over my feet, most of my fingers have been broken...the worst is my middle and ring finger on my right hand. I tried to pin a tackle and take the corner around him and my hand slid up into his face mask, and my fingers got caught in between the bars, and I went around him, but my fingers stayed. They broke sideways like twigs....I got taped up and missed one play. The culture surrounding injuries is so macho, but there's no other way to handle it. It's always next man up, and someone is always looking to take your job, and the doctors are entirely negligent. They'll drug you up, inject you and do everything to put you on the field on Saturday or Sunday. It's less bad in college, but the NFL is loving criminal. I could open a loving pharmacy with the pills I have. Everyone keeps a little extra around....you don't finish a script, you just save it, cause you never know when you might have a hard practice, or need something to get out of bed in the morning. Alot of guys medicate with weed since they only test once a year unless you have a reputation or history as a pothead.
At least the team didn't collect my rookie signing bonus for bailing on the contract two years early.
I'm white and I played mostly special teams, strong safety and weakside linebacker.
ask me poo poo if you want
|
|
#
¿
Jul 24, 2016 18:21
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I once paid a woman $200 to piss on me, and I'd do it again.
quote:I cheated on my girlfriend. I went to a work happy hour. Brought a coworker home and hosed her out in the street bent over the hood of my car. Today when I walked the dog with my girlfriend I wore the same shorts that I had on that night. I just grabbed them from the bedroom, and I didn't notice until after we left the house that the fly was coated in my co-worker's pussy juice. Got away with it tho.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 25, 2016 06:33
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Last year, I was bored and started playing around on Yik Yak. Started up a conversation with an 18 year old girl, and the conversation moved over to Kik. She was an ultra right wing, home-schooled virgin. I picked some random dude's pictures as myself. Within 3 days, I got her to send me nudes, and I really didn't try that hard. She even sent video of herself masterbating. She told a couple of times of places she would be, and I confirmed it was really her by showing up there to see her. The conversation went on for a couple of weeks, and we were supposed to meet. I cut off all conversations and deleted the apps. I still see her on Facebook, and I noticed she recently became engaged. I'm thinking about printing up her nudes and either mailing them out to some of her guests, or just putting them on the windshields at the wedding/reception.
quote:I want my girlfriend to die.
We were together years ago. She has quite a few medical problems, and I'll admit, it was one of the reasons I walked away from the relationship. Cheated on her, and eventually married the woman I cheated with. That marriage failed after several years. My ex jumped into two extremely abusive relationships. As it happened, as my divorce was going through, my ex-girlfriend was living in a woman's shelter to get away from her boyfriend, and we wound up running into each other. Her medical conditions had gotten much worse, and I genuinely felt bad, so I started helping her out in anyway I could. Mostly I was doing it because I was trying to get laid though. Her friends and family have completely rallied around me due to what a wonderful person I have turned into, and what good care I am treating her with. In fact, I have been hooking up with a former classmate of mine, and once with a random woman on craigslist. My girlfriend's condition is such that she could die at anytime without warning, and I would honestly welcome it. I'd be a hero.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 25, 2016 15:08
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I'm a terrible person. There isn't a single aspect of my personality or being that isn't about as bad as it could possibly be.
I weigh 400 pounds, roughly. Scales don't go up that high so the last time I had a concrete number was 6-7 months ago when I last visited a doctor and was 380. I've definitely gained weight since then. I'm barely capable of walking under my own power. I have groceries delivered and going to the front door to collect them is the most exercise I get all week, and the only time I open the door. The fat is starting to weigh down on my back so much that every time I do this I have to go lie down or I'll pull a muscle. I shower but only because it's easier than wiping my rear end after I poo poo. My dick is so small and surrounded by so much fat that the urine comes out like a shotgun blast and at least half of it ends up on the floor. My hygiene is poor, I brush my teeth maybe once a month, never wear deodorant and am constantly covered in sweat. I live in filth. I almost never take my garbage out, and my home is infested with ants and mice. The only reason that it isn't also covered in fungus is because I leave very little uneaten, there's never enough discarded food for anything to grow on.
I'm terribly unhealthy and eat nothing but ice cream, soda, pop corn, and mini pizzas. I'm terribly afraid of all human interaction and do my absolute best to never go outside or speak to anyone. Occasionally my mother calls to say hello and every time the phone rings I want to die. I'm unemployed and leech off of my parents, who continue sending me money because I pretend that I'm trying to get a degree. I've failed almost every course I've taken in the past several years and will probably continue to do so until I finally fail out of college. This is partially because I never go to class because I'm fat and unhealthy and hate going outside, but mostly because I don't actually do any of the coursework. I take anti depressants but I'm pretty sure they don't do anything, and I only still take them because when I stop I get headaches.
I masturbate pretty much exclusively to anime, because I hate real women. I really hate them. The only kind of live action porn I enjoy is really hosed up torture poo poo. I don't know why this is. I've never been rejected by a woman, because I've never asked one out, or even willingly spoken to one. I've hated them as long as I can remember. I can't think of any specific event that caused this. Those parts in porn where they do the closeups of vaginas make we want to vomit. I'm a bit gay and have totally accepted that, and masturbate to gay porn sometimes, but my tendencies seem to still be mostly heterosexual. I wish I was fully gay, it seems a lot easier. Don't really know where my burning hatred for women came from, but it's there. On some level I know it's irrational but everything about the way they act just makes me hate them.
I'm also a huge racist. Full honesty, I think white people are inherently superior and blacks are essentially animals that know how to mimic human speech. Definitely voting for Trump if I'm able to get to a polling station. But despite this the kind of gay porn I watch is almost exclusive a big black man on a little white dude. Then again, I also like seeing horses on little white guys and white women too, so maybe I'm just into bestiality and consider niggers to be another kind of animal.
On the internet I'm a huge coward and desperate for acceptance since it's the only form of human interaction I get where people can't see me for who I am, so on SA I pretend to be the liberalest bernie-votingest guy around. I've never actually said any of these things about myself before, this is the only honest accounting of who I am in existence.
My only actual hope in life is that the way I've treated my body catches up to me soon and my organs shut down.
I think that about covers it. Oh, and one more thing: as I was writing that last line I had to stop because I noticed there was a trail of ants walking around on my stomach. I think they were carting crumbs away.
quote:m convinced I'm an alien hybrid. I was told all my life that was adopted. But I started getting suspicious when I went through my adoption records and found a bunch a of errors. Like there's one place where my name is misspelled, and my birthdate is wrong in one place too. The big thing to me is that I have situs inversus, a condition where my organs are the mirror of a normal person's. This is a rare condition but lots of researchers think it's common among hybrids. And the thing is that this is mentioned in my earliest medical records, how could they know something like that right away?
I've had dreams about traveling through space and about living on a different planet almost as long as I can remember. I think these are probably memories that were implanted in me for some reason.
I'm pretty sure my adoptive parents didn't know anything. My records were probably all already faked before they even came along.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 26, 2016 08:50
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:i lost sight in my right eye
i tell everyone that it was a work accident but it was actually because I was drunk and a buddy bet me that I couldn't light a fire cracker using only my mouth
turns out i could and it blew up in my face
the good news is my eye looks super badass now
quote:(sent from real address)
this is my email i use to find guys. sometimes they pay me. sometimes they just gently caress me.
i'm unemployed now. i've got a payday loan due. i'm hosed six ways from sunday.
i'm a real big loving slut and i don't care anymore.
i've hosed guys whose faces i barely saw. who deleted my number and came back the next day. who i met blackout drunk on the train and made me bleed and didn't care.
i'm a ghost and a stereotype of a Crazy Girl and i'm having more fun and doing better with my life than any of you sad virgin fucks. risk something. ruin your body. crash the car of your life into the biggest tree you can find. nothing else better is coming. just live and find the bodily pleasure you can and survive.
well, bye.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 26, 2016 19:49
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I wish I could just cut off my own balls. It's not like I'm ever going to use them for anything and my sex drive ruins any interactions I have with women so they can just gently caress off tbh.
Obviously there's no safe way to do it at home so I'm just going to have to suck it up I guess
quote:I have a gnome fetish, garden gnomes in particular but any gnome will do really. My biggest fantasy is that I discover the garden gnomes are alive and to keep their secret they shrink me and make me their gay sex slave.
From the time I was 12 to about 14 I lived with my grandmother. She collected garden gnomes and kept them in these hug cabinets in the guest room. That's where I wound up sleeping and I guess having my first masturbation sessions in front of dozens of unblinking gnomes sort of had an effect.
When she died I asked to inherit her collection. My whole family thinks it's because I had such great memories of staying there. But I really just like to put them in a circle and lie in the middle while I pretend they're giving me bukakke.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 27, 2016 06:21
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
I would advise against it.
Not because it doesn't work (the internet taught me that it does), but because GODDAMN.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 27, 2016 07:30
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
I read an interview online with a dude who did this. It was years ago, so I don't remember where exactly.
The only detail of the story I have any recollection of is that it was done as a part of a hosed up sexual master/slave situation and they didn't bother waiting until the guy who was about to lose his balls was 100% OK with it.
You can try to find it if you like, I'm sure there are a lot of similar accounts.
You really shouldn't do that to yourself, though.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 28, 2016 01:03
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I cannot stop myself from watching 9/11 news coverage on youtube. It started semi-innocently one day. I was just wondering to myself "Hrm.... how did NBC cover that day?" because I'm a weirdo and I'm interested things like that. That's probably why I was a virgin until the age of 22.
Anyway, I got really into it. I couldn't tear myself away. It's like I was re-living that day all over again. Anchors break into commercial in their somber announcer voice. The smoking hole in the North Tower is shown. Eyewitnesses are interviewed (most of them are idiots). The 2nd plane hits. Everyone loses their poo poo. And I watch for hours and hours and hours. I'll get bored with one networks coverage shortly after W's speech that night, then I'll find footage from another network and do the same thing. I'll just have it on in the background if I'm doing chores or playing video games or whatever. The thing is, I think by now I've watched all the coverage. All the network coverage, all the local coverages from both New York and DC... I've even watched Canadian coverage and coverage from both Sky News and the BBC. I don't know what fascinates me so much about that drat day and I'm kind of scared I'm getting obsessed with it.
I'm not a truther. I don't believe it was an "inside job" or there was a "controlled demolition" or any of that garbage. I feel bad for being so fascinated by certain parts of that day.
I've also watched hours of news coverage of the Challenger explosion, the Columbia explosion, the JFK assassination, and the 1st WTC bombing back in 1993.
I have no idea how to stop, and I'm not even sure that I want to, as bad as that is. I'm an awful person. 
|
|
#
¿
Jul 28, 2016 01:06
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Ok bud I got a few for ya. I'll start off light.
So for my last job I worked with a bunch of older people. Office environment. I'm the youngest one there, by far. I'm not very popular at the place on account of not giving a poo poo about craft shows, DWS or church, and none of the olds even so much as drink. Theres nothing for us to bond over at all, not even the success or failure of the local sports collective.
So one day I walk in late. Well, I should say I snuck in. I get to my desk and start checking my messages when I hear my name being spoken aloud. I perk up and hear my coworkers voice. It was one particularly stupid woman, and she was just cutting me up. Loud. Eventually she stops and heads to lunch and passes my office on the way. She didn't know I as there and flashed my a real surprised and embaressed look.
Flash forward a year (I always wait a year or more before I get proper revenge). I wait until the office is empty from the lunch rush. I head into her office..
It starts with me scratching my rear end deeply, heartily. I smear the results of my scratches on her mouse and phone, making sure not to leave any obvious signs. Then I notice her hand lotion. It's perfumed and she must use it everyday, I've even seen her put it on her face and neck.
So I grab the lotion and head back to the bathroom. I unzipped, held it over the toilet and pissed about an ounce or so into it. I shook it up real good so the piss didn't seperate from the lotion and put it back on her desk.
Now, this was quite a large bottle an over halfway full. I like to think that she, let's call her my pissbitch, will be vigorously rubbing my piss into her skin for years; face, neck, hands..all coated in my piss lotion.
I picture her bragging about how soft the piss lotion makes her skin feel, how it carries a light fragrance of lilacs (with subtle undertones of musk). Maybe she even offered the lotion to some of the other workers, who knows. Maybe my piss even has some miraculous anti-aging property? Good on them.
Anyway, I've moved on now but I like to think she's still doing her daily ritual, lathering herself up with piss lotion and reaffirming her status as my number 2 pissbitch.
I got some more for you too, bad poo poo my brother. Stuff that no one would ever believe..but it's all true. Terribly true.
quote:So I just want to warn you sensitive nerds ahead of time that this story involves cattes, and that the story does not end favorably for said cattes.
Yes, it's me again, your friend the lotion pisser.
Now the story I'm about to tell may seem totally outrageous, but I assure you it is all true with not one exaggeration for shock value.
When I was a teenager I did a lot of drugs. Anything I could get my hands on. You know the type. Anyway, for the sake of procuring drugs and alcohol one of the guys I hung around with made friends with an older neighbor. She was in her twenties and had a young husband. They both partied all the time and once we were in their circle we'd party with them. Good times.
One boring summer day 3 of us were lazing around at her house, smoking weed and drinking beer while she puttzed around in the kitchen with something. Not to say she was a happy homemaker or anything, I think may have actually been cooking crack at the time.
So like any good white trash addict she had a collection of various cats, none of them fixed of course, so they were constantly pushing out a stream of kittens.
It's hard to say what turned inside the brains of our young minds and to this day I can't recall if it was anyone in particulars idea or the result of some kind of delinquent hive mind, but what came next would make any sane mind reel: bible baseball with kittens.
After discussing the general rules we set up in 3 corners of the living room. I was first up to bat. Donning some sheets and a paper pope hat, I step up to plate, King James Bible in hand. Tonys up to pitch. A wiry, fit young man clutching a tiny mewling kitten in his large hand by the scruff of it's neck.
Anthony eyes me up wearily, wondering how to pitch the kitten to get it around. He settles on an underhanded toss, which I easily connect with in mid air, sending the baby catte sailing across the room in an arc. It settles after slamming into a piano, falling down onto an iron railing and eventually landing, but not on it's feet.
It was a home run! I had struck that little cock sucker right out of the park, hit it so hard that it didn't want to have anything more to do with the contemptible game. It limped off into the basement, likely never again a fan of the great American pastime.
After that it was much harder to procure further balls, as they had gotten the message as clear as day that the drunken pope man and his bible bat meant loving business.
So we ended the game on a high note, and having committed two grave sins in one act, went to find comfort at the bottom of so many pabst blue ribbon cans.
The next day the woman let us know that the kittens leg was in fact broken. This didn't upset her though, in fact she had witnessed the spectacle and had cheered me on as I rounded the bases. It was all in good fun.
Years later I had asked about the cat, and my friend who still lives in that neighborhood told me he occasionally sees it, and that it is quite unfriendly. He also notes it's strange gait, off a bit but not too noticeable. We laugh an toast the folly of youth. Truly, what wondrous times!
|
|
#
¿
Jul 28, 2016 01:07
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
That "Nullo" interview was fake, sorry.
Thank god. And now back to our normally scheduled programs (which are admittedly less horrible):
quote:A friend of mine and I recently had our wildly different schedules align with a week of PTO. I had not seen him in about two years, and we fell out of regular contact about a year before that (he moved, and i started working graveyard shifts). Needless to say it was good to see him, as we were very close friends once upon a time.
The trip went well once I got coaxed out of my usual introverted self. Smoked a few bowls, drank a bit, ate good food, even impulsively took a trip somewhere neither of us had been before. I had genuinely been enjoying myself, for the most part.
Except...
I have a crush on him. Have since we both discovered we were in to guys way back when. It's only gotten worse as time goes on. He's a lot of things I'm not, and there's a part of me that says we could work out, even though we live far apart. He says I can always be honest with him, and he can be honest with me. But I can't work up the courage to tell him. I made a relationship out of a friendship befofe, and everything went up in smoke after a month. Threw me in to depression for half a year and it still lingers in the back of my head to this day. I worry if I pull the trigger, the same thing will happen...even though I know better.
I did work up enough courage to drunk text him and say I thought he was very cute once I was well and on my way home. He thanked me for being honest about my feelings. Haven't talked about it since, though.
The next time we see one another will probably be in the spring...but I don't know if I can wait that long. I want to see him again before the end of the year and just tell him in person. Maybe it would work out. Maybe not. But I won't know until I ask...right?
quote:I saw CWC, a deeply broken internet person in real life. They drive a car with a sonichu license plate. They weren't wearing the medallion. I had no idea they lived near me. They were balding and ran into a Food Lion.
I felt revulsion, then pity, then self-loathing for the revulsion.
Now I just feel sad for them. It is weird to see internet train wrecks in real life.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 28, 2016 04:29
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I'm a virgin. I've never tried to lose my virginity and probably never will, because women terrify me. I'm genuinely afraid to even be near one or speak to one. I'm terrified that at any moment they could accuse me of rape and my life would immediately be over. On the few times I've been alone with a woman I've essentially reacted like I was in a room with a bear: play dead and flee at the first possible opportunity. I can't deal with it, no matter how much I try to tell myself that the fear is irrational I can't get rid of it.
I eventually just started telling people that I was gay but trying to keep it a secret from my parents when they asked why I was always single, and I've found that once I'm sure they think I'm homosexual I'm a lot less afraid of women. I don't know what I'm going to do if this ever actually does get back to my parents.
quote:I spend on average two, maybe three days each week at work ignoring my desk job and working on freelance writing assignments (nothing sexual, sorry goons). The worst part is not that I'm double-dipping and would be fired immediately if someone found out, it's that the combined payout is good enough that staying with a job I hate and double-dipping is my best and arguably easiest financial bet right now. If I were to leave to work somewhere else where I couldn't get away with this, it would have to come with a $10-15k raise just for me to break even. So if I want to pay off this wedding in a timely manner, or save more money for a house, I'm stuck abusing this system until a miracle opportunity comes along, or until my wife's job gives us a reason to move.
Oh my God, I'm finally an adult 
|
|
#
¿
Jul 28, 2016 10:22
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I moved to California at the end of the year last year and I hate it. Everyone from California is a tryhard idiot. If I have to go to another lovely "hip" restaurant that is only open from 4-6 every other Saturday and only serves small plates I'm going to flip my poo poo.
quote:I'm recovering from an anxiety disorder (I go to therapy and it's helping a bunch) and I want to get comfortable with approaching people. I've gotten to the point where I can carry on a conversation without much worry but starting one is the hard part. The main problem I have is coming off as an awkward creep and being rejected/laughed at. I know I'm awkward due to the lack of social skills brought on by the anxiety problems and I also know that the only way I can get better is to continue working on it. It's hard and I'm frustrated because I'm also very lonely (which I'm sure isn't a surprise) so there's also the matter of desperation that I have a hard time controlling. I know desperation puts people off and makes it harder. Again, it's a thing I'm trying to control but it's difficult.
The main point is that I want to start dating but I don't know where to start. I don't have many photos of myself and never get responses from women on dating sites. I think it's because the messages I send are pretty boring but I try to be more unique, asking questions about pictures or their profile or something like that. It's better than "Hello" at least. I kind of want to get help from people/friends by basically saying something about how I want to start dating and if they know anyone to please set us up. I feel like that would either work well or blow up in my face due to exposing how socially inept I am. I've done past posts about my anxiety problems and tried to set up some meetups but they haven't worked out. I at least was comfortable going out on my own which was a difficult thing since I was scared of people judging me for being alone.
In case you can't tell, my fear of rejection/judgment is the main source of my anxiety. I've been working on it but it's difficult. I'll probably end up making that post and I'm sure it'll be the same response as the previous anxiety posts. "Good luck" "I know how you feel" along with some tips and suggestions and possibly someone saying they'll keep an eye/ear out for me. The problem is that I don't think it will be fruitful which on the one hand is good because I'll be more self-reliant but on the other I'll have to figure out a way to get a date myself. I've done dates in the past and they went great. Once I get going I think I'm fine and good but it's getting started that's the problem as well as asking out and meeting. Those were easier to get because of college and mutual friends (which is why I'm hoping my friends post would be helpful). Now I'm graduated and that group of friends has split off into their adult worlds.
Everyone tells me to go to bars and restaurants and stuff. Problem is that I'm not comfortable with that yet so it's not really an option. I basically get overwhelmed and it's just too much right now. I'm not against the idea and probably will do it as I get more comfortable but right now I need another way. I also feel like a creep just approaching people, especially women, even though I'm sure in reality I'm not. Just one of those distorted thoughts loving things up for me.
One idea I've got is to just approach people playing Pokemon GO (I play obviously) and just ask if they've caught anything good and about their level and poo poo like that. I figure that's a pretty easy way to get into a conversation and if they're not interested then it'll probably be pretty obvious. It'll be useful to at least practice approaching people at the very least. It's really easy to tell who's playing and there's a park where most of the people are playing so I can go walk around there. I tried the other day but didn't really talk to anyone (most people were in groups already talking to each other and I didn't want to interrupt).
I realize this was pretty boring to read but I'm obviously fishing for advice and also just needed to write it down to kind of organize my thoughts and calm myself down. If you read the whole thing, thanks, and if you didn't then that's ok too.
Addendum:
I did just make a new friend who is aggressively friendly. She's constantly texting me and we go hang out a bunch which has really helped not only my self-esteem but my anxiety as well. It feels weird but I'm using her as practice to get comfortable with people I don't know that well and to get out of the house and do something. She has a fiance so there's no chance of dating, which to be honest from what I've seen of her personality is a good thing. We're a match for friendship but nothing more. We met at work and basically she latched onto me and started talking to me a bunch. She got my number because I said I was going to a music festival and she then said that she's going with me and asked my number. That's what I mean by aggressively friendly. Super extroverted and all that.
I feel good about it because I always feel like I'm no fun to be around since I'm a pretty quiet guy, due to the anxiety and fear of judgment. I've been told by lots of people that I'm great to be around and how much fun I am and stuff like that so my self-doubt is probably not based in reality.
That's really the source of my anxiety and depression. I doubt myself and magnify what I believe others are thinking about me. I'm working on fixing this and it's not easy. Just in case someone reading this is having trouble with it, I suggest picking up "Feeling Good" by David Burns. It's really good and helped me out a bunch.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 31, 2016 13:42
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I really hate blowjobs, teeth being near my dick freaks me out.
I didn't tell my girlfriend this because it never came up, it didn't seem to be something she'd want to do anyway and I was embarrassed about it.
I was wrong and she decided one morning a few months ago to wake me up with a blowjob. Half-conscious, the sensation of teeth on my penis caused me to reflexively knee her in the stomach and she almost bit my dick off.
still together though
quote:It's me. 9/11 goon. To answer the one goon-- no, I don't get off on it. I'm fascinated by it, yes, but it holds no sort of sexual gratification for me of any kind. I guess I'm abosorbing the history of it all? And the one goon is right when they say what compelling television it was. So much poo poo was reported incorrectly, though (car bomb exploded outside the State Department, Camp David attacked, fire on Washington Mall, etc). I guess I can understand how it was with so much going on and a story like nobody had ever seen before and everyone was jumpy. Fifteen years later, though, it makes me cringe. And, of course, FOX News was FOX News, even back then.
Thank you goons for pointing me in the direction of some of those radio broadcasts. I've listened to the Howard Stern one and the one from 1010 WINS is on my immediate list. I have a Youtube channel in which I have all sorts of news videos about historical things happening in the moment. Not all of them are disasters, though... I've got the Moon Landing, the fall of the Berlin Wall, etc... so I'd like to think I'm at least redeemed a little bit. I'm going to have to host a bunch of those on my Youtube site as I don't think I have any 9/11 radio stuff. That stuff is fascinating in it's own right.
I've even spent hours scouring the entire internet for a specific radio broadcast from that day-- as it was the one I was listening to as I was traveling in my car to and from school. I don't think it's anywhere to be found online, and I even asked the station and they don't give out recordings of old broadcasts so it may be lost to history.
I would like to think that it's because I'm dedicated to preserving the history from that day and others, but it's starting to become a very involved hobby.
My wife even knows about it, and while she says she understands, I can tell she's kind of uncomfortable with it. She's walked in on me in the den numerous times for one thing or another, only to find me playing video games with some 9/11 broadcast on the computer and the sound turned up. She never said anything in the moment, but she was always really quiet afterwards. She thinks I'm horrible.
|
|
#
¿
Jul 31, 2016 18:09
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Whenever my wife isn't home I drink heavily. Before we met I didn't drink much but every time I'd have so much as a beer during dinner she'd comment on it. Instead of drinking less it just drove me to drink alone to avoid it. I'm probably a full blown, if somewhat functional alcoholic now. I go to work, keep the bills paid and all that. But give me a day to myself and instead of seeing my family, going to the gym or something I'll drink until I can't feel my hands.
I feel that there's so much drama around me having alcohol in public it makes drinking in secret give me this huge rush. I know what I'm doing is self destructive but I just don't want to stop the ride. I don't drive drunk, I'm not running up our credit card excessively from the cost, I'm just binge drinking alone.
quote:i jerked off a friend of mine while his girlfriend was asleep in the same room. she had given me permission to do kinky non-sexual poo poo with him before and ended up being ok with it when she found out but i still feel like a piece of poo poo for doing it without her knowing/consulting her
|
|
#
¿
Aug 1, 2016 10:32
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:i wore a Death Cab For Cutie tshirt "ironically" when i had my abortion
quote:I've never learned to tie my shoes. I am nearly 30 years old. I went to special ed classes when I was a kid but didn't understand the concept and remember being put into a corner to practice and I would just twirl my laces together idly. After that, I would just have my mom tie them for me. After I realized that was starting to get a bit weird, I figured out how to tie them in my own way--make a loose knot, thread one end through, thread the other end through, and tighten.
Numerous people have tried to tell me the correct way over the years, or have even demonstrated it for me-- but my mind just goes a total blank and I tune it out. The truth is, and this superstition gets stronger with every passing year--I'm afraid to learn how. I've gone this long without knowing and I feel like if I ever cement to memory the correct way of doing it, or god forbid, actually do it the correct way myself, my whole world will collapse and I'll lose the last tenuous link to my childhood and even though I'm getting old, I can't risk losing everything that the current me has been built upon, even if its just a stupid symbol.
And yeah I know that that's crazy dramatic but thats just how I feel. Also I suffer from anxiety issues and my avoidance of tying elderly patients shoes, among many other things (like the fact that I'd get actually, literally, lost inside of any hospital or nursing home and once had a full-blown panic attack just trying to find my way back from the restroom), was one of the reasons I flunked out of nursing school.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 1, 2016 12:37
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I've started watching "cum tribute" videos ironically because I find weeaboos ruining their laptop screens by jizzing on Overwatch porn to be hilarious. How would they even explain that to the repair shop, lol.
PS Mae is bae.
quote:I'm 27 and have basically never even kissed a girl let alone anything else. The only two times that's happened was a middle school camp game of spin the bottle, I can remember the look of disgust on her face stil, it wasn't even like I was deformed or fat or anything it's just I was that nerdy kid everyone despised so I decided to act disgusted myself afterwards on it make seem more like a joke, if it was now people would probably think I was asexual.
The second time was a few years ago I was drunk and a lesbian friend of a friend asked me to kiss her.
But the thing is I'm pretty sure I'm at least mostly straight I want to ask girls out and especially in recent years my social issues have melted away I get on with most people I meet, except I just can't start a conversation up with women that I hope will lead to a hint of a romantic path.
I used to justify it saying I'm in no state for a relationship I'm unemployed and still living with my parents without any money to do much things with other people. But now I've at least got an almost full time job ( albeit low paying and a waste of my potential) and generally due to still living with my parents have a decent amount of disposable income that excuse has fallen by the wayside. All I have left for excuses are being fat (but losing) and all the women I hang out with not being single.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 1, 2016 16:37
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:So I got out of the military like 7 months ago. I tell everyone, including myself, that it was on purpose, but really I was just so incredibly depressed I really did let myself go and got a PT discharge. I'm still depressed I guess and even though I'm fatter now and smoke more, I'm a little happier.
But I work at a gas station while I figure out what classes to spend my GI bill on. It's not the worst job or anything. I'm pretty good friends with the manager's daughter, who I usually work with for a few hours before she leaves. Unfortunately since I'm a depressed internet guy, she's my only friend except for a drinking buddy or two and some of my other coworkers.
To make a long story short, over the past 6 months or so, unless I'm totally bananas, she's probably pretty close to cracking herself. She was home schooled her whole life, and while working retail somehow made her not a total sperg weirdo, she doesn't have any friends, and doesn't do literally anything besides go to work and sleep from what her brother tells me. On top of not starting college in the past year and a half. Maybe I'm projecting here but she pretty much looks and acts like I do when I'm doing a bad job of hiding how I'm feeling
What the hell should I do internet strangers. The only reason I haven't given up on myself yet is because I felt I could help other people, but if I can't even help my coworker, what's the point? Plus like she really does sound like I did when I was suicidal, which scares the poo poo out of me. But I don't know how to broach a topic like 'you sound like youre going to kill yourself and you should see a shrink'. I'm a internet dweeb with bad enough social skills that I'm writing a loving anonymous email.
quote:Thanks to Pokemon Go getting me out and about, I've discovered a sort-of fetish of mine I wasn't aware of and have recently become obsessed with. I like to wander around my neighborhood and find someone else walking around that seems to live in the area (like if I see them walk out of their apartment in the morning). I prefer to go for attractive women. I follow them while I half-heartedly play the game and try and learn their routine over the course of a few days - a week (if I can find them again the next day).
After each of these sessions I go home and masturbate while I imagine us together. I actually have started keeping a document where I take their picture with the pokemon camera and take notes on when I see them, where/when they go etc.
I know this is all wrong, and to be perfectly clear it's just a sexual thing, not something I'd ever want to turn into a reality. I think it's harmless because for the most part I'm just another guy going to/from work playing around on his phone going the same way as them (as far as they know).
|
|
#
¿
Aug 2, 2016 09:34
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I like to go on hunting trips a lot. Just me, my rifle, and the woods. I love it.
I had a favorite place to go, because there was never anyone else up there. I could camp out, hike, and hunt for a week and never see any signs of other humans. It's a rare thing to find a place like that in North America these days, and I really cherished it.
I had taken a week off from work and gone out and set up camp, when for the first time I saw other people in my woods. It was on my second day out there that I found a beer bottle on the ground, and saw a trail left by them, and I followed it. They had set up camp next to a creek, looked to me like a bunch of teenagers. Loud ones, playing bad music and drinking bad beer. Not the kind of person I would willingly allow in my woods.
Needless to say, I resolved to Scooby Doo the poo poo out of them. I read a lot of /k/, and there's a kind of running joke about "skinwalkers", where people make up stories about these things that kind of look like bad imitations of men, and I figured I'd pretend to be one of them. My first inclination was to pretend to be a bigfoot but bigfoots are too well known and not particularly scary anyway so skinwalking was what I settled on.
So I go back to my camp and leave all my poo poo there. I strip down nude(it was summer, thankfully) except for my sheath with my hunting knife in it, and I roll around in the mud and get all kinds of filthy. Then I creep back over to the enemy camp and I observe(and I bring a little surprise for them for later). It's dark by now, and they've put up their tents and poo poo and gotten a half-assed fire pit going. I say half-assed, loving Smokey would have poo poo himself with rage, that thing loving sucked. It only strengthened my resolve to get these fuckos out of my woods before they burnt it down. I spend an hour or so just listening, and memorizing a couple of things they said so I can repeat them when I get down to proper skinwalking. By this time they've gotten sleepy, and a most of them decide to go in for the night.
This is when I start it. I put on the croakiest, weirdest sounding voice I can manage, and start shouting back phrases that they said earlier in the night. The ones that are still up are confused at first, then they get annoyed. At first I think I hosed it up, and they know I'm just some douchebag calling out weird poo poo in the woods, but then I recognize the opportunity. I keep it up, and call more frequently, and eventually the two guys that are still up come plodding into the trees to try and find me.
I avoid them, which isn't too hard because they're a bit drunk and stupid besides, and I deploy my surprise. The head of a wild hog I'd managed to bring down the previous day, dropped right in the middle of their fire pit. Smokey would have been proud, I think, because I can't stress to you how lovely that firepit was. Holy gently caress, they'd put like 2 rocks on either side of it and dug down like an inch. It was surrounded with dry summer grass, too. loving hell.
Anyway, I had honestly expected that I would have had to do more work, and I had some other stuff planned, but as soon as they came back and saw the hog head they pretty much poo poo themselves. They went around yelling and woke everyone up and they had their poo poo packed and out of there that night. To be honest I don't actually know where they went, this place was pretty secluded and there weren't any roads nearby or anything. They didn't strike me as being experienced so they may very well have just bumbled off into the woods and been eaten by bears. I wouldn't feel bad if that were the case because they were liable to have set themselves on fire had I not chased them off. I never saw them again, anyway.
quote:In my neighborhood, it's very common to leave spring cleaning excrement in "free boxes": put the loot in a box (optional), write "free" on it (optional), leave it on the sidewalk. Goodwill-quality stuff most of the time.
I make a point of it to drive on roads where these boxes are likely (quiet streets with lots of apartments) and note their location on my way home from work. Then, at night, I "go for a walk". I hit up the locations and look, mostly, for women's shoes.
I throw most of my loot away - too new, too old, too stinky, not fragrant enough, but keep a few for their magical wanking assistance. Mostly I shove my face into them and breathe.
I'm over thirty, physically healthy, married (not that happy), and consistently hating myself more than I thought possible. I recently had the bright idea of wearing these things, taking my shame to a new level.
I wonder if just cheating would be easier on my mental health.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 2, 2016 13:21
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:This is sexual harassment goon from the last thread. Just found the new thread and I saw a couple people in the thread asking for updates, so here goes:
The relationship was pretty slow, but I think that’s understandable as she doesn’t really push for anything and I wasn’t in a hurry. It was fun to just go places with her.
Things ended up changing a bit a couple days before Christmas when she invited me over to her place for the first time. For context, her place is about an hour out of the city in normal conditions, but this is winter and she lives up in the hills so she gets snow. 2 hours later, driving through creepy woods in the dark on a road that hadn’t been plowed recently, my GPS tells me to pull up to this fairly run down looking house with a boarded up window. I call her as this was not the house I envisioned her living in, but sure enough she bounces out the door and runs to my car.
We go in, she sits me down on her couch, and we have dinner and talk, mostly about her current project, how her week went, that sort of thing. In the middle of it there’s this awkward moment where she doesn’t respond to something I said and just sort of stares off for a moment. A couple more seconds and I ask her if she’s ok, she says “Yeah, but there’s a reason I invited you here today. You know I’ve been talking to a therapist and they said I should be more honest with you. Well, there are some things we need to talk about that I hope you don’t judge me too harshly for but I’ll understand if you do.”
She then stood up. “I think it’s probably easier if I show you. Follow me.” She’s basically on the verge of tears at this point and not looking at me and she shuffles down this unlit hallway to a closed door. Her hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment, and then opens it to a pitch black room. I follow her in and she turns on the light (suspense!).
Her room was, and I’m not making any of this up, covered from wall to wall in posters (wall scrolls, I believe, is the proper term) of anime. She had books and dvds piled up along her walls (as in nearly floor to ceiling) of different shows and plushes and other merchandise. I remember the first words out of my mouth were “Wait, seriously?” I think I sounded pretty mad at this point, because really? This is some deep dark secret? We had been going out for 5 months at this point and she was worried that I would hate her for this?
Anyway, she took that response the wrong way, “I know you hate the stuff, if you really can’t stand it I can stop and…” and then she trailed off.
Fun part is I don’t remember ever talking about anime or anything like that before? I dunno. Point is, I calmed her down, and my 31 year old girlfriend with emotional problems who makes six figures and runs a lab with 10+ people working under her is actually a giant weeaboo and was worried that I would break up with her for that for reasons.
Sorry for building up suspense to that, but I wanted you to ride the same exciting, anti-climactic roller coaster that I did. A couple more fun facts that came out of this: She didn’t meet her HR friend at college like they always tell people; she met her at an anime convention where they just happened to be cosplaying characters from the same show. Her dad is basically king weeaboo (I met her parents this spring) who takes yearly trips to Japan. She’s also really into a specific type of anime called yoai which involves dudes kissing (amongst other things), which for some reason I still find funny. She wants me to try going to a convention with her at some point, I told her maybe.
For an actual update, we’re still together and I’m basically living in her (our?) house. She's still going to therapy and has gotten a lot better about being honest and upfront about things, which is nice. She talked me into going back to school to try and finish up my degree (“finish” taking at a minimum of 2 years). So I guess I’m a kept man at this point? There isn’t really much else to say besides that.
quote:I had a comfort blanket as a child. I still use it to sleep. I'm 35.
It works really well too, if I'm stressed I can feel my heart rate drop just touching it. I've done without it sometimes before, like when having girlfriends, but if I'm sleeping alone why not use it...
Also, it's velvet and it feels great on my dick. 30 year old velvet would disintegrate if I ever washed it.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 2, 2016 14:55
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I totally have a crush on A.s.P., the mod of YLLS and I check out the what are you wearing thread just to see her
quote:Sweet God in heaven I love opiates. I'm 3 years clean from a heroin addiction, because one day I woke up sick and it dawned on me that the high is not worth the low. And the low will come. Every time.
But the problem is, I become a better person when on opiates. I'm considerate of others, I'm outgoing, I'm everything I've ever wanted to be. I can keep up the act when I'm clean, but it's not the same. When I'm high, that's who I am. When I'm not, that's who I'm trying to be.
Is it possible to develop an opiate induced personality disorder? I've tried therapy, and haven't been able to find a long term solution.
I'm able to afford my habit and still pay all my bills, but have no money for anything else.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 2, 2016 17:51
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Anxiety guy again.
I guess my main problem is that I have a lot of self-doubt and self-confidence issues. I've thought about pretty much everything you guys said and dismissed them because of various self-defeating reasons (I'm going to weird her/my friends out, no one cares enough etc). It's good to have confirmation that I'm being a big dumb baby and that I have the right ideas and just need to act on them. I invited that friend out for drinks later this week and as long as she isn't working she's up for it. Her fiance might come and I'll try to ask them for dating help but I might need a few drinks to work up the nerve. I've only known her for a couple months, we only started hanging out about a month ago (I checked my texts and first one's from July 1st). She did invite me to go with her and her fiance to Six Flags for her birthday but I declined because it was going to be hot (~100F) and I felt like a third wheel since I assumed he meant for it to be just the two of them.
The fact that I can ask her out to drinks and feel comfortable hanging out with her and other people really means a lot to me. Before I started going to therapy I was just on anti-depressants and while they helped they weren't fixing my broken social skills. Probably wouldn't have been as comfortable going out as I am now and definitely wouldn't be in the position I'm in right now without it. I've gotten a lot better and while I still have trouble with some things, they're less scary/troublesome and are easier for me to even consider doing. It's really helped a lot and I'm grateful that I'm doing it.
For you other people that suffer from depression and anxiety and other mental illnesses, please go to therapy. It's not a meme or joke, it really helps a lot and makes your life way better. If I didn't go to therapy or even to a psychologist then I'd have dropped out of college and had no friends and been a depressed mess. It's never too late, you're never too far gone. It's not easy but it's worth it. Push yourself and better yourself, you're worth it.
quote:I'm thinking I might be slightly schizophrenic or susceptible to Alzheimer's. Many times when I daydream or play out an interaction with another person in my head, I tend to get lost in the thought and lose control of my body. That is to say, I might start making facial expressions or move my arms or speak in response to things that happen in my head. I'll lose awareness of everything around me until I react physically, which sort of wakes me up. I've been able to control it in public but occasionally someone will catch me speaking to myself or making faces and look at me like I have three heads. I'm hoping I don't have to check myself into a psych ward down the line.
My other confession is I don't watch porn, and can only masturbate to pictures of people I know.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 07:10
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
I sent in like 10 confessions, all true, and not one has been published wtf. Racism itt.
If this is true, for anyone, please make sure you're sending your confessions to the correct address. I try to post everything I get.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 07:47
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
I just clicked the link in the OP and it opened the browser for me, copy paste. Hrmm. I sent the last one i think the day before yesterday.
I still have two confessions from Aug 1 to go through. I'll send them later to avoid doxxing you.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 08:21
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Back before she became FYAD famous, Nessa posted a pic or two in some YYLS WAYWT thread and was hecka cute. Totally my kind of gal.
I don't post in FYAD, but did read the Good Art Goon thread(s), which featured her art and posts by her own boyfriend making fun of her.
Her art is fine, and she seems like a nice gal to do fun creative nerd poo poo with.
I like to think I'm a fairly normal dude and I don't think about this poo poo obsessively or anything, but I also sometimes think it'd be cool if she knew she was cute and also I unironically liked her magical girl webcomic.
wellp thats my story
quote:Hello again I'm the guy who questionably masturbated to a camgirl playing Super Smash Bros. I never thought that I'd have to send another confession until last week when it got worse. I was watching the porn again browsing for stuff when I stumbled upon a video of loving literally Big Boss from Metal Gear Solid V with a dad bod going to town on a small asian girl with big tiddies. He had the messy hair, the ponytail, and the same eyepatch. I am very disturbed now and probably already a demon so I think I'll have to get used to this.
I didn't watch long since it wasn't even hot but events like these are probably what turned the hands-free guy into who he is today.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 10:03
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:it finally happened: I'm so fat I can't masturbate because I can no longer reach my dick
kill me
quote:I'm high-functioning autistic-- big loving shock here right?
The funny part is that I wasn't diagnosed until I was over 25. I've been a user on SA since before fiestacat. Of all the "soft signs" of autism that I and everyone around me missed, it was the fact that I regularly spent time on an internet community known for attracting autists for so many years that embarrasses me most.
quote:not really a confession:
I wanna see the video of big boss plowing the asian girl with the big tiddies
please link
tia
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 15:37
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I've always been really good at math, but I'm terrible at personal finances. I don't know why - maybe it's because my mom and dad weren't good with their money, or because I can't handle delayed gratification, I really don't know.
I was kind of wayward after getting out of college - I didn't get into veterinary school like I wanted to, and ended up working at a medical lab animal research facility for four years, topping out at 15 bucks an hour. With my student loans, I couldn't really afford to move out, so I stayed with my mom and dad for several years (my sister has severe autism and I helped out a lot with her care, so they didn't even want me to leave.) But instead of saving my money or paying off my student loans like I should have, I spent most of my money on having fun - I got a new motorcycle, went out drinking, eating out, and gambling almost every weekend, etc.
Back in 2012 I went back to school because I hated my research job and wanted to go work with computers and electronics (I also got laid off three days after I decided to go back so I took that as a sign.) I graduated in 2014 and have a pretty good job now, but here's the damage from the past few years:
- 27K student loans (2K of this is from a different servicer and will be paid off early next year, saving me 196 bucks a month!)
- 6K credit cards (one is at 1900, the other is at 4100)
- 10.5K consolidation loan (this is a combination of my motorcycle payment, a large vet bill, and some other stuff)
- I make $25 per hour and have $4300 saved in a 401k. I'm 31.
The payments are easy to manage and I'm living pretty comfortably, but I'm so drat ashamed of myself. I'm getting married in October and she knows about the debts, but it still chaps my rear end. If I was more careful, I could have bought a house for us already.
Anyway, I don't want to beat myself up for the past, and I figure that as long as I start moving in the right direction, everything will turn out just fine. But I'm too embarrassed to ask for help in Biz Fin, or anywhere else for that matter.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 3, 2016 17:38
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:SJW's are dumb and do more harm for their cause than good I believe. I agree with the things they rage out about, but if they wanna actually make changes in the world, they gotta get over themselves and go about fighting the opposition in a more tactful way. If anything, I think they create more opposition or at least more devil's advocates. I have been a member on this site since 04 and have seen that attitude around here and other places of the internet for a long time, but it's really picking up steam lately, and I feel like I can't read any forums on here anymore without conversations breaking down into rants on sexism and racism. Lots of threads in games getting shut down. I understand that it is a massive problem in the world and society, but it's just weird how often it comes up around here anymore when it's not even being talked about. Its almost like a weird compulsion to have to mention it, like people gotta show how compassionate and progressive thinking they are like they'll get a medal for it or something. I'm not some MRA or crazy right winger, like I said, I agree with these things. It's also just off putting to see pages turn into witch hunt rallying too. So much anger and hatred, but that is the kind of stuff that this movement is supposed to be fighting. I dunno, I don't have a better solution really, but when I read about it on the internet, to me it just looks like do-nothing nerds getting high and mighty about something they may or may not really care that much about to gain recognition from their faceless internet peers on a dead messageboard. But that goes for places other than SA too. I just see the same anger in this side as the bigots that they claim to be up against. Go out and make someone smile and try your best to be a positive example, that will make the world a better place faster than calling people on Twitter racists.
quote:I'm bi, which is pretty normal. I lean more towards women than men, and when I do like other men they're twinks and cds. But what I really like are transsexuals.
The first person I masturbated to was Ru-Paul when I was in 8th grade. When I say masturbate, I mean sucked my own dick, because regular masturbation didn't even occur to me. I was able to do this up until college- I have back problems, now and I haven't tried it lately. Also, my hand is just fine.
Anyway, I love the idea of loving a transwoman in her rear end, and would really love to experience this in real life. Here's the thing- I realize that it's kinda wrong to fetishize transwomen. Politically I'm ultra lefty, and I'm not comfortable with treating another human being as just a fetish. I wish I could find a nice trans girlfriend that I could hang out with and had a lot in common with, but I'd want to treat her as a woman and not as just someone who is trans. I also haven't had a significant other in about five years because to be honest I just haven't been trying. I've been dealing with depression and self loathing issues. I take pills that help me out, but it's still difficult.
On another note, I also have a fetish for impregnating women, but I don't actually ever want to have kids or actually impregnate them. It's a weird dissonance between what I find hot and what I actually want in my life.
I think that's enough for now. I hope everyone has a wonderful day.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 4, 2016 09:35
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I am a super popular poster but wanted to make sure all them fuckers knew that Nia Jax is really hot and so is Lena Dunham. Doubled down!
quote:I have very little sympathy and no admiration for any veterans who volunteered for any armed conflict after World War II.
There were no nebulous "freedoms" at stake in any of these conflicts. They were just petty squabbles between heads of state that could have been solved by the two parties being locked in a room and beating the poo poo out of each other. The only "sacrifice" any of these "brave men and women" made were their lives in order to get benefits that the rest of the civilized world gives to all of its citizens without forcing them to spend several years being a contract killer for the government.
Every time I see people participate in the disgusting military worship that goes on in this country, be it politicians extolling the values of veterans for votes and money, letting them have various discounts, letting them skip lines and other little special privileges, or cooing over their families who are mooching off of them, I internally roll my eyes and want to tell them what I'm telling you now. Along with pointing out that North Korea, one of our biggest enemies, does the same thing with its military, albeit to a more extreme degree. But to do so would be an act of treason and, of course, I would get the usual bullshit "herp derp people died so you could say that you ungrateful rear end in a top hat OOO RAH SEMPER FI!" argument.
Humayun Khan died in vain and probably didn't give a poo poo about you or protecting your "freedoms" when he enlisted.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 4, 2016 09:42
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I don't really love my girlfriend.
We've moved in together, and we'll rob ably get married eventually. All my friends really like her, although I kind of hate most of her friends. She surrounds herself with these people who are so awkward and obnoxious, I suspect that they're autistic.
She's selfish and lazy. She's burned through at least two jobs because she just decided to stop showing up. She's selfish, demanding my full attention at all times, and expecting me to be at her beck and call. She nags me constantly, and won't let me enjoy anything that doesn't directly involve her. She's demanded that I put my rides signal life on hold for her, so that she can be the focus of my attention for now.
She makes sex a chore, and then bitches that we don't do it more often. And she knows I want kids but she keeps hinting that she doesn't. Or she'll change her mind and say that she actually wants to adopt, or that she doesn't want kids at all.
I'm deeply unhappy and I've lost control of my life, but I don't know how to get it back., because this relationship is so intertwined with other aspects of my life.
slut confession pt. 2 posted:me again!! i don't owe a payday loan service anymore; i'm just 3 months overdue on rent!! hahahahaha
i thought i lost my keys last night and cried till some nice girl let me into my apt complex
a homeless former crack addict wants to gently caress me but he won't
tomorrow some Big Dick Chad that all my friends call the "italian stallion" is going to bang me sober and it'll be great. i'm about to take on a job as some guy's exec assistant/bang maid. y'all pussies are whining about yr resumes while i bulk mine up getting hosed by someone more ~alpha~ than you and i'm crying
|
|
#
¿
Aug 4, 2016 12:58
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I'm 25, I have a 23-year-old cousin who's pretty dang hot. If she ever offered, I'd say it's about 50/50 whether I'd have sex with her. The only reason I'd even hesitate is because if it ever came out it would cause some serious poo poo to go down family-wise.
Hell, the only reason I even slightly entertain the notion is because I'm half-convinced she's been dropping hints at me ever since we both hit puberty. She's always been doing weird poo poo like offering--on her own initiative--to go to prom with me in high school (emphasizing that she'd make sure to show lots of cleavage to make my friends jealous) and texting me entire love songs out of the blue. Also I got an obvious boner once while she was resting her legs on my lap while we were watching TV together and she kind of just....uh, leaned into it, I guess you'd say.
Incidentally, we're both big fans of Arrested Development.
quote:I was visiting my parents last week, and my dad told me that he was recently diagnosed with prostate cancer. It's only stage 1 and his doctors have already proposed a couple different treatment plans, and my dad has been pretty healthy since dropping smoking 20+ years ago; he runs, lifts, plays tennis, and doesn't eat too horribly. But this is the first time I've had to acknowledge my parents' mortality and I'm kind of freaking out. He's also asked me not to tell anyone besides my wife, who is travelling until next week so I haven't told her because gently caress dropping that bomb over the phone, which only makes me freak out more. So here I am telling a bunch of goons that my dad has cancer because I just need to share this with anyone. He'll probably be fine but he's a cool dude and I'm not ready to lose him. But for the first time, it's really sunk in that someday, I will lose him. Sorry that this confession is neither sexy nor embarrassing.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 5, 2016 08:15
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:Okay so, me: 32-year-old female virgin, never been kissed, no friends to speak of, had trouble making them from the moment I got into college. Yes, I am gainfully employed, and I shower every day and buy new clothes every so often. I can also speak to large audiences in public as well as engage in small talk without wetting myself in terror.
I have to be honest, when I was a teenager I used to wear those tie-dye animal print t-shirts and I hated make-up and wanted to keep my hair short all the time, but back in those days I had no problem with friends. When my first attempts at friendship in college went awry I started buying more feminine, dressy clothes and styling my hair and so on, and I have kept it up since then because my job actually requires me to speak to large groups of stakeholders, the public, and so on, but looking professional or fashionable seems to have had zero effect on my ability to make friends. I have colleagues, and associates, but not friends.
My actual/additional confession: almost all the porn I watch is gay porn. And I don't imagine myself being the dude on the bottom, but the one on top. I'm mad I don't have a penis, but specifically really mad I don't have a gay penis. I don't think I fall into trans exactly because I don't feel depressed or something that I'm not a man, though I think some of the socioeconomic benefits might be great and the thought of getting pregnant is horrifying to me. Periods also suck... Okay, maybe I am a little? I don't really know.
Mostly what I think about is if a guy ever did want to be my boyfriend, I would at some point have to broach this subject with him and if I understand what I have read from guys on the Internet right, it would be a big no-go for most of them. However as I am 32 and still doing so poor socially in the first place, I may just skip the whole sex thing entirely.
In summary, I have a weird gay sex fetish and people probably think I'm a psychopath. I also don't drink which probably doesn't help with any of this social stuff. I realize this may not be the most ludicrous confession, but it helped me to write it down.
quote:whenever my roommate isn't home I like to spend a few minutes resting my ballsack on the handle of the door to his bedroom
quote:My boyfriend masturbates to furry porn and it makes me sad.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 5, 2016 08:17
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I used to be involved with a skinhead "gang" when I was younger (16-20ish). We never really acted on anything we said we believed, it was more of a fashion thing really and feeling like rebellious/edgy teenagers. Anyway when I was around 19 we were all drunk as hell and a friend started questioning my dedication, so I made him drive me to a tattoo parlor where I got a German eagle holding a swastika between my shoulder blades to show how hardcore I was I guess. It's not even good quality since the tattoo place that was willing to do it wasn't very reputable, and unfortunately is rather large.
So my problem is, about a decade later I've grown out of that poo poo and regret it deeply. I've started dating a mixed race (black/White) girl a couple weeks ago that I am really starting to care about who knows absolutely nothing about that part of my past, and hasn't seen me without a shirt on when the lights were on. My options I guess are to either get it covered up, or fess up and hope she doesn't hold it against me. I feel like having that tattooed on you would be a deal-breaker to most people nowadays though, non-white or not.
quote:Voidburger's voice makes me wet. I picture her when me and my girlfriend are having sex. She doesn't know.
quote:Many moons ago, there was a post. It was a post about male "stagefright" at the urinal.
I believe the magic phrase was "Take it you pissbitch", and then everything would flow.
Well, curious, I decided to try this out.
Good god of golden showers - it worked...for a while
The effect of the magic words began to wear off. To get the same effect I had to imagine the guy next to me forcing me to the ground and calling all the other dudes in the place over to piss in my mouth, or just long streams of piss splashing comically of the top
The older the man next to me, the more wrinkled and shrivelled his face (and thus probably his ballsack too), the smellier the piss (whether it be coffee-piss or just because I live in a hot state and lots of people end up dehydrated) - basically the dirtier and filthier I could imagine the cock being, the better it would work.
I blame you goons.
Let me state for the record that I am not: a) gay, b) sub, c) a piss fetishist. So the whole thing has become pretty unnerving. But recently I've been trying to reclaim my assertiveness.
Last time I was stood at the urinal next to somebody, I imagined making him my pissbitch... and it worked
If this goes anywhere regarding what I'm into I'll update the thread, but I don't think I'm about to become a raging homo watersports dom.
Probably.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 5, 2016 08:21
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I creep the Post Your Selfie thread to ogle cute goonettes, except the only two attractive ones are Literally a Bird and Sweet as Sin. Every other lady poster is fat or gross, every male poster is an unredeemable goblin, and the whole thread is a ridiculous circle-jerking hugbox where uggo's compliment each others pictures because they know other people have to complement theirs. SaS and LaB need to stop teasing and show their tits already.
quote:I spent most of my life obese and only lost weight in my 30s a few years ago. Once I lost it and felt good about myself I started getting laid but when I meet a new woman I still show her a picture of fat me in my 20s and give her a sob story about how I'm still trying to find my confidence, it works every time.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 7, 2016 08:24
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:i want to chime in on the veteran discussion but want to do it anonymously; the reason we give veterans benefits is because most of them are really hosed up in the head and know how to kill people, and the military trains them to snap and... kill people. if we don't pacify the angry hulkmen with discounts and special lines and fake praise then they're just going to start flipping out and killing people. we don't do it because we actually like them we do it because we're scared of them
quote:I have a thing for Asian women.
It goes beyond having "a bit of a thing" for them, actually. It's almost at the point where I can't even get hard thinking about women from any other background. Yes, I know it's weird and creepy to fetishize an entire ethnicity, but I can't help myself. Black hair, almond eyes, brown skin... I just can't resist. The last three women I dated were Chinese, Cambodian and Vietnamese respectively and in each case I made an effort to learn about the culture and learn a bit of the language.
I swear it's not some "western women are spoiled" MRA bullshit, and it's not some otaku loser thing, I don't even like anime. Now that I think about it, I think it goes back to my 5th grade teacher who was Japanese, and also a girl in the year above me whose parents immigrated from Vietnam.
My boss is a drop-dead gorgeous Chinese woman, and even though she's married and has kids, I would bang the poo poo out of her if the opportunity presented itself.
also somehow I found out that a good friend of mine has a fetish for having women put cigarettes out on him. I'm wracking my brain trying to figure this one out, it combines the two least attractive things in the world, smoking and burn scars.
|
|
#
¿
Aug 7, 2016 08:25
|
|
- Adbot
-
ADBOT LOVES YOU
|
|
|
#
¿
May 10, 2024 00:38
|
|
- H.H
- Oct 24, 2006
-
August is the Cruelest Month
|
quote:I idolize the movie Leaving Las Vegas and I hope to die the same as Nicholas Cage's character.
quote:I loving hate Chinese people. I've always been open and traveled a lot, had many international friends. But to me Chinese people are a bunch of narcissistic, rude, self entitled, self centered, materialistic assholes. It's not a racial thing as I don't mind other Asians, hell I don't even mind Chinese people from Hong Kong, Taiwan, Singapore etc, or 2nd generation+ overseas Chinese. But Mainland Chinese people I loving hate so much. I often go out of my way to be rude and piss off Chinese people and give me an immense satisfaction. I often have fantasies about hurting or killing Chinese people, I've never acted out on it, but I'm afraid I'll one day snap and do something stupid. I think most of the world current problems are due to China and I hope China as a country and society will crumble. I hate China and the Chinese, and I think every decent human being should as well.
That's my confession, thanks for reading! 
|
|
#
¿
Aug 7, 2016 08:25
|
|
#
¿
Jul 24, 2016 06:45
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_electrostimulation