Taboo
Intercession
When I was younger, and even now, from time to time, I get frustrated with God. I question God in my heart. “Why do you put such heavy burdens in my heart for people? I see their suffering a mile away.” Walking miles in the shoes of other people leaves me feeling so worn down and exhausted. The sadness, the pain, the need for healing, and the desire to see people free from addiction… It all adds up and it feels overwhelming to my heart. Empathy is a gift and huge responsibility from what I am learning. Empathy is used by God to bring people to action. I’m called to act and follow the compassion or burdens that are God-given. It’s beautiful and exciting. Sometimes it feels very urgent, in how I should respond quickly to the brokenness of others before me. Here are some questions I ask myself: Is time running out for people? Is time running out for me to respond? What limits do I have? How can I rely on your power more, God?
Rowan FinleyPublished 4 months ago in ConfessionsBesiktas
Beşiktaş is a professional sports club based in Istanbul, Turkey. The full name of the club is Beşiktaş Jimnastik Kulübü. The club was founded in 1903 and is one of the oldest sports clubs in Turkey. Beşiktaş has a rich history and is known for its success in various sports, particularly football.
MahrusPublished 4 months ago in ConfessionsExploring Boundless Realms: The Creative Odyssey of CANDRA
In the dynamic universe where creativity knows no constraints, candra emerges as a formidable force, seamlessly navigating the captivating realms of science fiction, philosophy, and beyond. Through the artful interplay of words and visuals, candra invites readers and viewers alike on a mesmerizing journey where imagination takes center stage.
Candra GPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsWays to Incorporate Role Playing into Your Relationship
It could be awkward to first introduce the concept of role-playing in the bedroom and acting as a “naughty” pilot who wants to be accepted into the Mile High Club alongside a seductive flight attendant. That may come across as a little corny. But for exactly that reason—to let go of your inhibitions and lean into something more lighthearted and liberating—you might want to give it a shot in the first place.
Gabrielle MartinsPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsThree Moments
I feel like there is something I should have been told… 1. I was on a social media site, watching a video related to racism in the USA. I decided to repost it to friends whom I knew would be very interested in the issues covered. I received a very pointed message from a former student. Apparently, I did not set them up with a “trigger warning”. This bothered me, and I made it clear that life did not come with one, I never received one when I was being mistreated over my race, and that the rest of the world did not deserve to be coddled and protected from the true ugliness out there. My correspondent countered with the idea that movies come with ratings, so why can’t I provide a warning much in the same way? Right, the movies… A system of ratings created by the same industry in order to protect their backs from the press and local government (Hollywood is always out for itself; it is a real show business). I really did not know what to say, so I did not say a thing. I just make sure not to share these videos with this student (and should I mention that we are of the same race?)
Kendall DefoePublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsThe Death of Burlesque
Burlesque’s Tragic Demise In January of 1974, I left my college dorm for the last time and headed for the big city of Rochester, New York to begin my new career. All it took for me to toss my graduation cap into the air and don a sequined G-String was the opportunity to dance my heart out every night and get paid for it. After having danced on Broadway in my mind since I turned five, that was a dream come true.
Tina D'AngeloPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsA Test to Pass
The call came in at 8AM on a Monday. My background check had come back clean; urinalysis was the last hiring hurdle. I was given until 2PM to claim my lab order, and afforded 48 hours from the moment I did so to tackle the task.
Chris ZPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsBrat Kink? Is it a Thing? It Just Might Be... Okay?
“A-whoo-hooooo.” - your werewolf sounds that is like music to my ears and my favourite sounds ever and is what makes me love my soulmate so much.
Keanna BarryPublished 5 months ago in Confessions- Top Story - December 2023
I can't cry
There's a girl on the inside of my mind, who keeps fighting with me. Asking me questions I can't oblige, but I listen just to see.
AmberPublished 5 months ago in Confessions - Top Story - December 2023
What My Therapist Doesn't Know
It's a freezing day in December, almost Christmas. My breath puffs out like clouds of cigarette smoke in the clear night air of the motel parking lot. At the moment, I wish it was cigarette smoke because I can't remember being this nervous in a very long time. Maybe the Christmas Eve service twenty years ago, when a pushy grandmother shoved her mini-skirted teen granddaughter up to the piano in our little Baptist Church and plopped an unfamiliar piece of music before me, stating, "Missy is going to sing. Play this."
Tina D'AngeloPublished 5 months ago in Confessions Just a Little Fever
It started innocently enough – just a little fever. The kind that makes you think a good night's sleep and a few over-the-counter pills will fix everything. Little did I know that this seemingly insignificant fever would unravel into a series of events that would reshape my perspective on life.
Nexus NarratorPublished 5 months ago in ConfessionsDeserted
Women are your fields. Plow into them as you like. Is this your mantra? Am I mistaken? I blame myself as much as I blame you. When you said you were sorry, I knew the meaning behind your apology. You’re sorry for leading me on. You’re sorry for fetishizing me. You’re sorry for all the empty promises. But what about me? Where did I go in losing myself to be your fantasy? A fantasy. I remember that’s what you called me. You told me I was a fantasy because I'm the darkest person you’re talking to. That doesn’t sound real or right. So I was the darkest one, not the only one. What makes color a fantasy? Am I not real to you anymore? Maybe I never was. I was warned of the sexual exploitation and exoticism bestowed upon me by society. I thought you were different. I thought you loving me would potentially eradicate stereotypes and break down the walls of bias. But no. I am one of many with the same story.
Jordan Alexis MossPublished 5 months ago in Confessions