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Hating on

I hate the term "loving on". Ie. "She was loving on her baby" Ew.

Brownies

I bought a 280g bag of two bite brownies and ate the whole bag up in one day. This is why I can’t keep sweets in my house lol

Howdy partner

I've been a non-drinker most of my adult life. Lately I have been watching movies about the early settlers of America, the gold rush, the wild west and all that. And now I've started sipping whiskey sometimes after dinner. I did not see this coming, but I think it's a sign that I need to go wild and embrace some form of degeneracy.

Not a fanatic

My most hated domestic chore. Cleaning. I fucking hate cleaning.

Vice sex robots for BJs

I just watched that Vice clip on someone who builds and sells sex robots for oral sex. He said when he was younger, he wasted a ton of time on flirting and trying to build relationships, which was mostly wasted on rejection. I get it... and I kind of think it is understandable why men would want this. It's just a practical tool like a dildo. Nothing wrong with it.

Nasal intrusion

Went and got tested. It didn’t hurt and took 3 seconds, but yeah, that felt... weird.

I confess

I feel like I was supposed to have gone to war. I didn't want to go to war and never had any desire to join the army or buy a gun, ever. I am a pacifist. But still the feeling remains. A street person told me I am the reincarnation of a famous general. Now that is the cushyest job for a person that hates war... No chance of ever getting killed! I'd scream:"Attack Switzerland, take all the cheese but don't hurt anyone!"

If social media were a TV dinner

Would be great if my social media groups did not bleed into the next group. Peas, stay with the peas, and keep away from the steak. People on my LinkedIn hunt me down on other social media, and I don’t really care for that. Stay in your lane, the work lane only.

Ambrosia

I would love to come home to you. Give you a long slow and firm hug. Heat up some soup and I'll put the tea on. Tell me about your day and then we'll go through the mail. I'll pull the sheets out of the dryer and we'll make the bed together. Hop into the shower and I'll slyly sneak in and scrub your back, wash your hair and wrap you in a fresh hot towel. Let's bundle ourselves up in each other and watch the latest show we're watching or better yet, read out loud to each other. It could be so easy. So why isn't it? Because I'm afraid of making the wrong choice. What if we waste each other's time. What if we make each other miserable? Or worse yet, what if only one of us is in love? And who is right to love? Who can I allow? Who can withstand the monstrosity of whatever disfunction I possibly possess? Can we rely on each other? I doubt it. I doubt it all. What will it take to believe such a thing is possible. What did it take for any of you to be willing to take that step?

I SAW YOU

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I was walking down Ontario street, minding my own beeswax, when I look over to see a beautiful...

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