Dating
Notes from the Mind Palace.
Listen to Cheated Hearts. by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs. There is a specific, sickening frequency to being done dirty by someone you trusted. It isn’t just a simple disagreement; it is a profound violation that completely rewrites the reality of the space you inhabit.
By Syl De'Vilabout 20 hours ago in Confessions
Why Infidelity is the Ultimate Life Support for Modern Marriage?
Mention the word "infidelity" in any social circle, and people will immediately break out the moral whip. They will passionately preach about betrayal, broken vows, lack of character, and cruel deception. It is an easy narrative to swallow.
By Lenka Čihařová9 days ago in Confessions
The Color of the Water Bottle: What We See When We Look at Two Women Walking
The Color of the Water Bottle A street photo shows two young women. One wears shorts. The other wears black workout clothes. Each carries a water bottle. One bottle is white, the other black. The shutter clicks. Then the sorting starts.
By Jin24 days ago in Confessions
Can You Relate?(HeartBreak).
The weather is perfect; the view I'm having on top of the Eiffel Tower seems dull compared to the woman in front of me. She's the one actually breath-taking. The possibility of deeper love and romance is more vast than this view I'm looking at. "Stand up, I have to tell you something." I stand up from our dinner table, I follow her to the edge. I look her with so much hope and expectancy for deeper love. Her next words will only expose what we've been feeling for each other.
By Ariel Elizondoabout a month ago in Confessions
Bastard
Bastard You hated me before you ever knew me. When I met you there was a chemistry, a tango between us and we both felt it. Only one of us mistook it for love. The first night I saw you I thought “He’s exactly my type.” You’re the exact replica of what I would typically go for. The bass of your voice shook my soul. There was an innocence you embodied.. Played shy in the beginning, then I discovered the demonic tendencies. I stayed even though I should have ran. I lingered, waiting for you to change for me.. You don’t. I was silly, delusional, and desperate for someone to love. I don’t regret any of it. Like a rose my love for you grew, but you cut my stems and left me to fend for myself. You switched up the roles and you began to be my biggest enemy. It all started when I told you I was pregnant. I was naive… Thinking that you would love me if I carried your child, but you don’t. It’s as if you started to hate me even more. When I realized you’d never love me I let go of hoping for love, but I started to grow it within myself. So thank you, bastard, for not being anything I needed. That deep voice you carry used to put me in a trance. The love spell you casted upon me is gone and now I see your true colors. You were both a curse and a blessing, but now you’re nothing to me. Quite frankly you are dead to me; I know everyone told me not to wish death upon you, so I won’t. I wish you the life you deserve.
By Nalaabout a month ago in Confessions
The Conversation I Didn't Know I Needed With Josh
Josh has been my workmate for a couple of years now. He’s one of those guys who quietly became a real friend at some point, and I looked back and went, "hang on a minute, he's a proper mate" well after the fact. My car died on the side of the road once in the middle of nowhere and he drove twenty miles to come and pick me up.
By Dadson Wanjohi about a month ago in Confessions
Am I Supposed To Change The Story?
To whoever this may concern, Yes, you are right. I did speak up about those things you did to me; even when the world went against me, and took everything from me because you chose to deny responsibility for your actions, and victimise me by making me out to be a liar.
By Carol Ann Townendabout a month ago in Confessions
The Price of Being Seen: My Five Years in the Findom Trap
I don't know how to start this except to just say it plainly: I'm a submissive, I'm gay, and for five years I was deep in the findom scene. The psychological high of giving a "Dom" or "Master" really just straight men control over me and my money was intoxicating. It started small. $20 here, a "tribute" there. A few guys online called themselves my Master and told me good boys pay their dues. I liked how it felt to be told what to do by someone who wanted nothing from me but obedience and cash. I was lonely, closeted at work, and it filled something.
By Mark Lim 2 months ago in Confessions
