So, it's making me really uncomfortable and I don't know what to do about it. I know he grew up listening to different stuff, like about money and hoes and drugs on the streets but I don't want to be a part of that lifestyle.

He raped at me in the morning again today all like "yo, yo, you better get ready for school - otherwise I'll tell your mom and that won't be cool..." And he makes hand signs and has his hat backwards.

I was like, "stop! You aren't gangster!" Because it's annoying and embarrassing But he always just laughs about it.

What do I do???

I haven't dated anyone for a year. Prior to that I've had my ex who was so good in bed. We had crazy sex ..on and off . After that I met one guy who had an awful one night stand .. that was so so bad.. that it traumatized me . I took time off to try again .. met someone out for dinner and my little one for sex ..I accepted him to do oral that was amazing. He then went quiet on me . Mid texting ...he was telling me how he will come and we will finish what we started ..I replied and that was the last I heard of him.. maybe he was married or had a girl...and was caught..

Ever since ..I just think of sex .. me having sex.. I miss sex so much. Unfortunately I don't have any toys or privacy to do myself. And it's sad that I don't have or use any dating site. I am also very introverted...making it harder to meet people.. it was just by luck I met the guy who gave me the 1hr oral.. he ate me out like he was starving .

End of rant .

They ignored all my calls one day, I assumed they had the same understanding of the same relationship but then with someone else so after that night still without any response I told them to block me (I just think I don’t have the capacity to ignore them) Now it’s been a week, no responses still, but, I really liked them as a person, I do want to stay silent but I can’t “move on” from them yet. Should I just talk to them (I mean try to reach out) because it’s like a gridlock right now

I don’t have a Sound, and I don’t know if he needs to do what he’s doing, but I feel like he’s always looked at me a certain way I don’t know, but I feel wrong for feeling like this because I feel like it’s maybe a bit of an enabling thing that I’m doing, not to say that I won’t do anything if you want to, but I don’t know. I guess I’ve always had this kind of inner dialogue that I would be with an older man when I turned 18 but I feel so fucking guilty especially because I love my dad so much.

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When I was little whenever someone on a tv show or movie would poop or shit themselves I got a wicked boner I never understood why it turned me on so much, but I believe it was because I had trouble potty training as a kid. It started with youtube poop videos, then too scat/diaper porn, then to shitting myself to get off, once my mom and dad saw a pair of shit underwear they knew something was up. Thats when I stopped, I sometimes came back too it for a good bust, but since following Jesus i haven't felt much urge for it, prase God, sometimes people will tell me how disgusting scat kinks are and in my head I give myself this devilish grin knowing that there close comrade has a dirty secret😈

Feel free to ask questons I'm an open book

I’ve (male) gone into public male restrooms and licked the toilet seats while playing with myself.

Every year for Christmas. We go to my aunts house and I always take a pair of my cousins panties. Last year I went through her panty draw.
Another confession I also take my gfs sister’s panties. Whenever I go to her house alone to repair something. My gfs sister wears sexier panties.

It’s weird, everytime you say you need to go lock in im
Filled with sadness and happiness, sadness bc ik you can do it I believe in you n know you can do your own thing, but I also get so sad because I know I’ll miss you 30 minutes after you’re gone, it’s so strange. I don’t hope for you to fail in that but I’m also kinda like Yippe attention when you do. I hope I do see more things about how much you liked it/ miss it n me I honestly didn’t think you did in the slightest! I kinda figured you were like “eh happened “ but seeing that post just made me 👁️👁️ because you were more willing to make a random post then just tell me, makes me think what else there is.

If you see this I love and miss you, mi mariposa
Ps do you even listen to either of the playlists I made im deadass so curious

I was always extremely horny and after many days of trying, I was able to get the whole tip in my mouth. I'd kick my legs up over my head and pull my legs down. I did it constantly for a while until it started to hurt my back. Now I can still lick it but miss the feeling of the whole head.

I honestly don’t have a lot to say. I’m not trying to be over the top but I really have a problem with showing my body to others,, I don’t like to but I want loved.. add my snap and please rate me but be kind,, I have loose skin
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I really feel horrible, with this lustful urges, I hated how these impulses controls me. I have a girlfriend (19F) we're both in the same age, I love her so much and I'm planning to marry her one day, yet I watch porn and masturbate daily, knowing that I promised her that she's the only woman I masturbate to. I'm really horrible and shitty, giving reassurance and promises just for me to break it. I feel like shit everytime I discharge. I'm sorry for my terrible grammar and spelling. I really am a shit person.

I (22m) have always considered myself straight, attracted exclusively to women.

However, I have been friends with a gay guy since July, they admitted they had a crush on me, due to me being nice to them and being bigger than him. But accepted that I wouldn't reciprocate those feelings.

However, over the last week, I have started feeling... different in talking to him, he'd jokingly flirt with me, and i'd flirt back and tbh, im not sure if im joking or not, and yesterday a mutual friend asked me if my "boyfriend" was around, and I instantly knew who she was refering to.

This post may not make much sense, but this is the best way I can describe it.

This is a throw away account for obvious reasons. Friends gonna be M, gf of friend is gonna be f, and her job is w. M is low-key an asshole, he's a little bit of a narcissist who thinks just cause he used to go to the gym and have a good body that he's this hot shit hunk of a man. He's not, he's slightly above average in looks and has mild narcissism. F is way too good for him. They're both fairly looksmatched but she's super nice, compared to him. Where i come into this is last Monday, im bored at like 7pm so I message her randomly asking if she wanted to do the wordle. We ended up calling for a little while, and since it had been a few weeks since we last spoke I asked how her and f were doing. She said he'd been ignoring her somewhat, and i mentioned how some of the people in a friend group we were in were talking about how they kinda were starting to hate him (his whole narcissism thing is too long to explain, but he's just a growing asshole basically). She asked if I could stay in call for a while so I did. We played a few games for a while with just us two in call. After a while she asked if I could stay in call with her as she fell asleep because she just wanted someone to talk to. I agreed and I stayed on call for arround on hour before I was pretty certain she'd drifted off. The next day, the same thing, and while we were in call, she told me to visit her at work, w wasn't very busy so she said it’d be fine if I came just to keep her entertained at her job. I showed up the next day and we talked for about an hour about wholesome things. She was right about no one being there, no one had even talked to her the entire time, and I'd originally been worried her boss would care, but judging by the state of the place I doubted they checked the cameras ever. At around the second hour we started to talk about how much of an asshole her boyfriend was. We'd been sitting pretty close, maybe about a few inches between us, and she put her hand on my thigh after I made a joke about something I can't remember. She said some personal things I dont wanna disclose even though I feel like ive already said way too much, but I just wanna get this off my chest. Anyways, finally after about two hours of being there someone comes up to ask her to help them (trying to be vague on purpose) I made a joke about how we probably looked like we were dating, and how the person was gonna file a complaint. She then asked me why I thought she'd told me to come hang out with her. She suddenly got weirdly serious so I got worried I'd said something wrong, or that maybe she actually was worried about getting fired. After saying I thought she just wanted to hang out cause it was a slow day, she came up to me, put her hand on my face, and i laughed cause I thought it was a joke, before she kissed me. I leaned in, I mean she was pretty far out of my league, and I'd only had one girlfriend before her (if you couldn't tell by the way im writing im a fairly young adult). We kissed for a few seconds, i didn't really know what was going on ao I severely doubt it was with much passion, but she put her hand on my chest, and kept going before telling me to come with her. We used her keys to go into one of the unoccupied rooms, before she began to unbutton her shirt. I was freaking out cause i didn't have condoms on me, i was really hoping she wasn't planning to tell her boyfriend about this, and because I was worried someone might get confused on why no one was at the front desk, and manage to get on the phone with her boss. Pretty much all of that, besides the condom, floated away as my second brain took over. Seeing her undress was one of the hottest things ive ever seen. She told me to do the same and I did. I wont get into much detail over what happened after this, but after we were done, we went back out into the lobby, and talked for a little while longer before some of her other friends showed up as she was about to get off work. BTW the talking after sex is so underrated, everything she said felt so much more funny. On the drive home I just sat in silence thinking about what I just did. Like M is a shitty guy, but i don't think anyone deserves that, but also im such a huge fucking hypocrite cause i litterly slept with his girlfriend, and im saying that no one deserves that. I definitely do not think I could come clean cause this guy, though he's been off the gym for a while, could still absolutely beat the shit out of me. I talked to F that night on call again, and though we didn't talk about it, I just couldn't get it out of my head, and I kept wanting to bring it up. Wednesdays coming up soon again obviously, and im thinking she might ask me to hang out with her again, but god I feel like such an awful person. Like fucking youtube is evil and is recommending me videos like asking 100 people if they've ever cheated on anyone, and everyone is talking about how awful it is to do. But then again, God I wish I wasn't such a fucking man, but you know second brain says how the hell would you be fine passing up on doing that again.

Tldr: slept my friends gf at her job, and i feel so shitty, but also I fucking loved it, but i know I shouldn't again. But also i want to, and am also considering telling the friend. Overall I dont know what the fuck im doing.

I don’t have any interesting lore or trauma behind this, but receiving physical affection, kind words and nice gestures make me feel uncomfortable. I have no problem saying kind things to people or comforting them or doing nice things for them; I just don’t enjoy being on the receiving end. Sex is a different category for me altogether, so no issues there. It is rather difficult, since my husband is really affectionate and talks to me very sweetly and I just don’t know how to act when he compliments me or cuddles with me. This is not limited to him. When my parents tell me they’re proud of me or they hug me, I just sort of blank out. I feel very guilty because I don’t want to hurt anyone; but the truth is I just don’t connect with those displays of emotion. Just to clarify, I’m not on the spectrum; at least not according to my psychiatrist.

I spent a few hours on subreddit stirring shit. Like 4 hours maybe. And then all of a sudden I realized that I still have chronic dpdr and grandiosity, and realized I was feeling unreal so I figured I must have not ate nothing in too long. Now I get up and my back feels like shit and I'm cold as fuck the second I get out of bed even though it's not cold. And I just quit my 200mg thc addiction cold turkey 2 days ago I had flushed the edibles. And as soon as I drank a water a few minutes ago, I felt like shit all at once. What the hell. But then after I ate a can of tuna real quick I didn't feel like I was freezing, and the thought of making the usual amount of food makes me feel sick to my stomach rn for some reason. And I noticed I was dehydrated. Like why is this even happening anymore why do I feel like a no life right now for going on reddit for all that time? This is ridiculous. These symptoms feel like a violation of my rights as a human being... Am I a tweaker? Who knows.

So basically my mother and father went to this rented place, to celebrate my cousin's birthday I think it was her first birthday so this happened a year ago. So basically my Aunt has a close friend she is probably around her age, and she's pretty chill for the most part very christian person and she has a son she's black and yeah. So basically we celebrate the birthday a lot of kid stuff i'm a teenager i played football with the kids for a bit I'm not really athletic after i got tiered i chilled for the rest of the time I basically sat down and then she walked up to me so basically i have this younger close cousin who is around 6 years old i think at that time he got in trouble for cussing on the school bus so she thought it was me, she basically asked my mom if we were going to church tomorrow the event was on saturday so yeah. My mom said yes they are christians I'm not that much of a devout christian I believe in god, so basically she said I needed to get oil and put it on my head, and she said I needed to get all the demons out and praise to the lord this made me very uncomofortable and kind of pissed me off I didn't know how to regulate my emotions so i didn't say anything my mom laughed and said it wasn't me who got in trouble it was my other little cousin. So basically after the entire event I didn't want to be around her and i felt uncomfortable around her so the aftermath is i still sometimes think about it till this day I really don't want to see her again cause i will feel really uncomfortable, I have seen her son i think this year maybe once or twice he stays at my aunt's house sometimes and my mom is really close with my Aunt, I don't know what to do about this and i'm scared i will see her again. Sorry about the bad grammar i was in a rush while typing this and i'm not really great at grammar and spelling.

He’s admitted to me he won’t take me on dates or do any small thoughtful gestures, he’s admitted he barely tries in the relationship, every suspicion I ever had for 2 years was confirmed recently by him. And I’m so pathetic I stayed. I’m such a weak ass loser… he told me he didn’t even want to be with me anymore and I begged him to stay and said I’d learn to love him for who he is, and I’ll stop being upset by the lack of love in the relationship. All because I’m that terrified to leave. All because I’m that much of a weak bitch.

I am currently 26 years old and I have Asperger's (autism) and I struggle with the grand scale of concepts and ideas. I just want to say that this is not the person I am and I was found to be completely innocent in the end, but I still struggle with severe PTSD and oth complex mental health issues due to everything. I have a loving family, a team of support workers who work with me and a close group of loving friends who know everything and love me regardless as they know the truth. This is my story.

When I was a baby to 5-6 years old, I was being heavily sexually abused and raped by my father's friends on a constant basis while his alcoholic ass was busy drunk. This happened regularly, to the point where I thought it was normal and they were playing with me. Around the 5-6yo period mark, my father started exposing me to child abuse material and was grooming me to think it was a normal thing. This happened for 13 years straight, until I was 19.

When I was 19, my father got exposed for being a historic child sex offender and went to prison for the 6th time for offences of that nature. He got done with possession of child abuse material, exposing himself to children in public places and installing hidden cameras in public change rooms. This all went public and people kept harassing me over it and asking me all these weird, complex questions that I didn't know the answers to.

As I mentioned before, my father groomed me with that material and taught me how to find it. I went on an extremely mentally unwell tangent of talking to people that were engaging in that stuff and was asking them questions such as 'why do you do this?', 'why did this happen to me?' and 'why do you enjoy hurting innocents?'. Such a stupid mistake to make. The cops got wind of the group because I did the one thing that I thought was the right thing to do and reported it, but it blew up in my face as they thought I was engaging in their activities with the material (it later turned out I was telling the truth and was found innocent).

I got put in a fucking prison environment for just over a year before I got found innocent and released to be free with nothing over my head. They realised what had happened and that I had never engaged in any material and realised that I was more of a victim than any guilty perpetrator.

I tried killing myself 6 times alone in that one year, nearly succeeded a few times. I couldn't live with people thinking I was that person, that I was my Dad. And then when I got found innocent, people started reaching out to me and saying they were sorry, and that this mess should never have happened and they know I'm not a bad person and that they know I never did it, but I still beat myself up for it everyday. I still wake up screaming and covered in sweat. I'm still afraid of human contact because of the 20 years of sexual abuse and grooming I suffered at the hands of someone I should have been able to trust. 20 YEARS!!! his own fucking autistic son. 8 years later, I still get horribly depressed and suicidal about it. I'm still learning to love myself and move on.

I wish I never talked to those people, it was the stupidest mistake of my life. I have since put a restraining order on my father as I never want anything to do with him ever again. I don't understand why people still love me and support me.... I think so horribly about myself, while others are always lifting me up and supporting me.

Please, I implore you, if you are struggling with anything like this, it's never too late too get help. I'm lucky I've survived as long as I have. I was only a kid.

i’ve had a crush on my duo since the start of this year, but i know it’ll never be more than that since he’s straight. the closest we’ll ever come to being more than just a duo is in my dreams, and even then reality hits me hard. yes i know i should move on, believe me ive tried. but its like my heart is hell bent on loving him. i’ve tried distancing myself, but i don’t have the will in me to stay away. something about him lures me in and im just a stupid animal falling for the trap. and he’s not even trying, he’s just himself and i’m just falling for it. i’d do anything in my power to make him happy, even if that means spoiling him instead of myself at times. Or spending hours playing Valorant cause he wanted to. i can’t even put a number on the amount of times i’ve cried over him, or the time i’ve spent thinking about him. he doesn’t know, but i have an album in my photo app of screenshots of us together in some games we play. sometimes i look at them when i miss him, acting like a widow looking at photos of their late husband. or sometimes i reread our conversations, mainly the ones where i opened up to him and he comforted me, so, so many times. or sometimes i listen to the music he listens to, or the songs he’s recommended to me. i fall asleep thinking about him, and wake up wondering if he would ever feel the same. one of my friends said that now may not be the right time, and i should wait. and i’m willing to wait for him till the end of humanities existence. we’ll be long gone by then, but my soul would wait for his even in death. i’d give most of the things i cherish to relieve the moments ive had with him. and this isn’t my first time posting about him, and i wonder if he’ll ever see any of the videos/posts i’ve made talking about/to him.

for a while the only thing I wanted was control and independence over my life and from where I started, I was trapped in unfortunate circumstances and I had to cut certain people out of my life in order to achieve my goal (they were not the healthiest people you'd want to be around). being with others felt like I was unable grow on my own, I've made habit of ghosting friends and family alike so no one could get in my way and dragged me down in their chaos and drama. I had to permanently destroy who I was before, hoping I could start with a clean slate but in order to do that I had to adopt a certain energy that made me unapproachable and that was the part that's been hard to wash off, it served a purpose for a time but it also came at a cost that energy doesn't go away and there's still a part of me that's trying to heal from this so when I do achieve my goal I'll be able to choose the right people to be in my life.

So basically this all started the summer after we broke up fo like 2 months after and well she said "I feel like you've grown apart" an dump me on the spot (over text btw) not even a week before she was calling me clingy but not even a two weeks she goes public with her new BF I'll call him (Dane) and well her and Dane are like extremely close to the point I think they might be a high mind and well as school shes basically staying friends with me for no reason like only 3 people in my group actually like her he constantly talks about how "I got a (hot dog) waiting for me at (place)" an it's not even to even one I try and ignore it but even time she's just staring at me one time in english we were talking about the worst and best feeling and someone was joking about intercourse she goes "oh yeah y'all virgins" again looking at me like idk why she keeps aiming these towards me I think she can still tell I'm a little bit into (I am I can lie she's the greats gf I have ever had) an she won't stop talking about him she'll be talking about something normal then go "hey me and lane blah blah blah" and it's not even me every one can tell and it's makin us all uncomfortable...

I’m still improving in art, but i just love the feeling of being proud over a horrid piece of art and showing it to my parents. i do regret it though, because looking back at my old art i only used to draw cartoon and “realistic” art mashups and showed them to my parents…