Teenage years
Don't Die Over a Spilled Merlot
There was nothing celebratory about that New Year’s Eve. Nirvana was playing at the Cow Palace, but neither of us had gotten tickets. Me and Sal, Salvador Puggio, the Pug Cell, had finished off the the fifth of Peppermint Schnapps he’d stolen from his mom’s liquor cabinet and we were wandering around Golden Gate Park at 11:38 pm as 1992 died away. Drizzly piss rain soaked us through and a bitter wind blew off the Bay. There were plenty of teen parties going on all over the city, but me and Pug couldn’t crash any of them. When it came to teen parties and getting wasted we were the worst type of opportunists. Jackals, hyenas and coyotes would have been more welcome house guests. We were skate punks with a rep for trashing houses when we got too twisted.
Steve B HowardPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsDisaster Diaries
I've never really been a rule follower. I haven't really ever found a need to be because just in general the benefits of not following the rules typically outweighed the cons of following the rules. Why would I make my life harder following rules when I could just ....not?
Julia A MaddoxPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsCaught with my pants (and everything else) down
My parents are out, come over. These are the words that a young man hears, and it elicits a certain response. For me, getting the call from girlfriend Gillian had that response.
D-DonohoePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThrift Store Buys That Helped Me Become My Best Bisexual Self
I miss Thrift Shopping. Not so much the dusty old smell or the throngs of people that would post-Covid give me a heart attack to be around but getting something cheap to cherish. I have always enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Most times I would go in to a thrift store and not even have a specific item in mind. I just liked to peruse the aisles to see if anything fun would jump out at me. I have never been a very fashion-forward person, as you will very well see in these series of photos, but when I like something I certainly feel joy thinking back on it. Especially when I think of how an item made me feel.
yanina maysonetPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsTruth or Dare?
I was a shy, nerdy girl, the kind that easily won spelling bee championships without studying. My brain seemed to develop faster than my body. As far as boobs were concerned, I was as flat as a proverbial ironing board. (I’m still pretty small in that department, always wishing I had more.)
Starry-Eyed GirlPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsOpen confessions of me
Open confessions of me. Today I’ve had a lot of time to do some thinking and a lot of major self reflection. I have truly come a very long way from where I was even last year this time. The year before that was even worse. A lot of people know me as being silly or some consider mean but nobody really knows the depths of me, the hate I used to have. I felt so trapped inside of myself I was stressed out I was very depressed to the point where I just had to have a drink wine, vodka, tequila, anything to numb and drown out what was going on around me, what I was dealing with the things I would think about. I had a lot of issues with self-confidence the way I dressed the things I ate the things I didn’t eat. I got to the point where I daily just thought of harming myself possibly committing suicide then everything can just go away I wouldn’t have to feel it I wouldn’t have to drink every night.
R.S. ColePublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsLove in Hindsight
Lust was thick in the air when my eyes locked with yours that first day. Your eyes, two pools of glistening honey, made the perfect vessel for mine to melt deep into and never escape. You stepped into my world on a blisteringly hot day in July of 1969, and I knew I would never be the same. The Santa Monica street fair happened the first week of July every year since ’61, and I'd been every year. The festival line three square blocks with booths overflowing with a unique character operating only the shadiest carnival games. Street food venues littered in between the games and rickety amusement rides that had seen every inch of the country. It was the carnival of the year. You see, the street fair wasn’t a carnival for families, but it was a place for people of every shape, style, and spirit. Where once there was a wholesome weekend activity for families, no stood streets flooded with partially nude twenty-somethings and lovers taking solace in the bushes for privacy. Love was evolving for everyone in the '60s. It was given and received freely; there were no rules, no boundaries, and especially for me, no limitations. The fair was a place to explore, to dive into what love meant to you, without being judged.
𝕾𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘Published 3 years ago in ConfessionsBeautiful
When I was 15, my boyfriend told me I was beautiful. When I was 16, my parents explained that I was fat. When I was 17, I invented bulimia.
Judey KalchikPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsJaquita Burrell
“Diamond in the rough she tough” you know that saying but everybody doesn't want to be cut like one and baby do I have a story to tell. So trust me when I say been there and done that, lets not forget I'm only 21 with all this wisdom but we haven't gotten to the trials yet. I went to a elementary school where I met some of my worst enemies and close friends (only at heart though). I played the violin, I was in ballet class learned ballet, and every form of dancing there is. Here's where I found my calling though. I had art class everyday and believe it or not that's where my peace were. I found love and joy in doing art. I learned pottery, painting, almost everything dealing with the Arts. My school was called “School of the Arts.” We had a art show coming up and my art teacher advised me to work on some paintings that we wanted to display and in the art show and I just knew I had 3 to display and I worked really hard on them. The day of the art show, I set up the paintings and I was in the newspaper for displaying my Artwork. I wasn't there when they were being viewed but when I got back to school I was told my paintings where auctioned off. I was so excited someone actually recognize my work, I wasn't worried about the financial gain of the part. I was only 10 and just was excited someone seen and bought my things. Knowing that I made other people happy made me Happy and that's my comfort zone. Being in newspapers was even more of a bigger accomplishment for me. That was my first time being in the Newspapers and for MY artwork. Opportunities like those let me know it may was my first time but it wasn't going to be my last. I had a crew in elementary school, Kiki, Danna, Tina and I had a couple of other friends but those were my main three. They've all been to my house and met my family but we had different relationships with each other. Danna was my friend close to heart, we did family things together and come to find we were actual cousins, we shared a common family member but once we got to middle school she went a different route, I was sad but I was happy for her, she went to the school I wanted to be at. Danna and I friendship grew apart but I knew we would always be connected in some kind of way. Our story isn't finished yet though. Tina was a friend I did dirt things with, we use to be on the bus doing sexual things and we use to sneak to the library and do sexual things before we got on the bus. We had an actual play date at Danna house and we did some things there but never to be told of. Once we got to middle school Tina branched off with other friends. She put herself in a category to think she was better than the rest but only to turn out like the rest. Crazy huh. I don't speak to her anymore and don't plan to. I'm a leader not a follower. I wish her all the best though just not at my table. Then here's Kiki, no I didn't save the best for last. I saved the worst and she's most definitely not the last. Kiki and I were close, we hung out mostly on the outside together, we made up dances together and I remember this one time she came to my house and I wanted to kiss on her and Do sexual things, please don't forget we are still elementary school in this part but yes I wanted to do sexual things to Kiki but she really wasn't down at the time. Kiki and I got to middle school and became the worst enemies. I feel like she switched up and she envies me, which was true. We fought every year of middle school, guess what I won every time. You can't beat somebody with ill intentions. You went against me and I stayed true to our friebdship. I molly wopped her every year. 3 years of trying me. The last fight we got into was big, her big sister tried to jump in and I left with one side of my braids gone only because my hair got pulled. The fight was a fire for her to continue hating. Kiki isn't left out yet like Tina is. During middle school I became closer to one of my boy cousins Z. We became really close, I looked out for him and he looked out for me. We are always connected no matter how far apart we may seem. we stay spiritually connected. Enough of school. Let's talk about the things that happened outside of them females. I had this one hood friend in middle school who did hood things with. We was always in the hood, walking to the hood stores. I liked having her as a friend til she switched on me. Her and I came across a sexual encounter with each other. We kind of played with each other but once she invited other friends over I left. Those wasn't my friends and once I left I was the topic of the conversation. Do you know them “wannabe’s” got on social media, we had Facebook then, they posted bad things about me. The rumor was I was gay and tried all of them. I tried one person, that I thought was my friend. I never was close to the other girls and never tried to be. I left once they came and I asked myself how did I tried y'all. Moral of the story: Monkey see Monkey do. I'm leaving something out,I lost my virginity at 14 on my birthday. I was with someone who I don't mention til this day so we gone keep it like that. I was experienced for my age, I was around and seen a lot of things at the age of 14 and younger. I felt like I was forced to grow up fast but now I know it was all a plan. I have a lot of wisdom for my age and continuing this story you'll see and find out why. Skip to HighSchool. I'm not a virgin anymore I was 2 boys in so I was kind of experienced than most. I went to this high school that was I excited to attend because it was the school everyone talked about and went to. But none of my “friends” from middle school was there. I walked into high school alone. I rode the bus by myself, I literally walked every path alone physically And spiritually. My 9th grade year I met my best friend brother, who didn't know was gone be my best friend at the time, we had a Spanish class together. I was the only 9th grader in my Spanish class with upperclassmen. One day in Spanish class this man keep picking with me like he usually do but I was tired this day. I don't know why but I turned around and snapped on him this day and he poured a soda on me, I got up and flipped the desk and walked out. It was forget everybody in that school. I still laugh about to this day cause that's a memory I could never forget. So that high school was my first year but it wasn't my last. I left my 9th-grade year and went to a more advanced high school. At least I thought it was more advanced. I learned a lot. I met my first real boyfriend. But we're not gonna talk about him. He's not important not rn. Skip to my senior year, my lit year, 2017 taught me a lot. I graduated at 17, got pregnant at 17 for the first time and only time for the people in back who swear I had 1000 abortions with anybody, fought one of my close friends, met my best friend, met my enemy. Even though I got pregnant, that was a hard decision I had to make, something I didn't want to do, I didn't want to abort my child, but my mom forced that upon me. I let everyone tell their stories about me but now it's time to tell mine. 2017 was a eye opener for me, it showed me a lot but no wait I have more to tell, you think that's just the beginning. Wait til you hear the end. I will be the only one telling my story this time.
Jaquita BurrellPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsThat was a Crazy Weird Night
I was nineteen years old and attending most of my lectures at the University of Leeds, Yorkshire, England. One evening after all the exams in my first year were finished, I went out into the city centre for a friends birthday. We were in a fantastic bar. It was only fantastic because it served triple spirit mixers for £1.50. Welcome to The North.
Rhys MortimerPublished 3 years ago in ConfessionsJust a Bunch of Awkward Moments
All of us regret one or more things we have said or done so far. Sometimes it is very scary or nightmare-ish to even think about it. But other times it is just a riot of laughter at how funny the whole scene looks now from the future. It could be something as simple as pushing a door very hard when it clearly says pull. I am very often caught without my spectacles/lenses. Someone, I know ways at me from quite a far distance, and all I can see is a blur of images. And the next day, they confront me and there are all sorts of awkwardness. It is very easy to type out a long emotional, personal, or sometimes professional email and sending it out to the wrong person.
Ravi VajaPublished 3 years ago in Confessionstrapped In The Closet
It was a normal Saturday night at work. As a high schooler, I worked in a skating rink. Saturday Nights were big business most of the time. There was a local college, and they all but took over. A local radio DJ spun the records, and pulled in the crowds from eleven until two in the morning, and the earlier seven to ten session would be busy in anticipation.
L. Lane BaileyPublished 3 years ago in Confessions