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[Buddha Beam]

The wanking with the bra thing... 'Eh, that's forgivable. Just something stupid and naughty.
But the butt plug thing? THAT is fucked up, man. See a therapist. Please.

 

[NoctisVsStar]

The wanking with the bra thing... 'Eh, that's forgivable. Just something stupid and naughty.
But the butt plug thing? THAT is fucked up, man. See a therapist. Please.

Your avatar describes the situation accurately.

 

[Mordeccai]

The wanking with the bra thing... 'Eh, that's forgivable. Just something stupid and naughty.
But the butt plug thing? THAT is fucked up, man. See a therapist. Please.

stealth edit: ^^^ damn you!

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

Might not get time later tonight, so I'm gonna post a few more.

Reading through the thread made me think. I'm generally a very open person. Too open. I have no secrets. But then I realised, there is one thing I don't like talking about. Even with my friends. When I talk to them about it, they just call me a pussy and tell me to man up. So, I don't bring it up anymore. I just keep to myself about this. Out to GAF with it then!

I have giant difficulties with having sex. I'm so damn insecure when it comes to making love. The only person I can have sex with is my ex. We were together for 2 months and had a friends with benefits relationship for waaaaay longer than that. It's been 6 months since we did it the last time.

I also have problems ejaculating while banging. I can come while receiving oral, but it's so hard to make me splooge vaginally.

I'm 26, and I've been single for 4 years (give or take those 2 months I mentioned, and 3 months with another girl I couldn't bring myself to have sex with). I had a long relationship from my 19-23. My first everything. She was awful but she loved me. Could not bring myself to break up with her because I knew she would suffer. Did it anyway. Best decision of my life. I should haven done that a lot sooner.

After that, I got confident and started scoring girls. Making out, never sex though. Was in an affair with a girl I worked with. She cheated on her BF with me. We had sex, but it was terrible. I felt incredibly guilty. The girl after that is the one I mentioned at the start. She was my fuck buddy, if you will. That's when it started. First time I tried to bang her, the flag was only at half-mast. It happened several times after that as well. Sometimes before, sometimes during. Such a thing never happened to me and I started to think about why.

Problem is, I overthink everything. The next few tries (with other girls) also did not work out. Flaccid again. I started thinking more. All my thinking about that problem have made me incredibly insecure. And not just about sex. Overall. I used to have little qualms to go talk to a strange, attractive lady. Now, if such an opportunity arises, my heart stops because I keep thinking about that very slim chance we might have sex. Then I man up and go talk to her anyway, thinking this time will be different.

The paradoxical in this situation is that I often share my bed with other ladies. I appear to be a good looking fella. Even though I don't really agree, most girls think I'm very attractive. It's happened too many times that there is this incredibly attractive, pretty, perfect woman next to me in bed, willing to bang my brains out. But I'm just so frightened I'd go limp again. It scares the living shit out of me. I want the girl to have fun, to enjoy it, but that can't happen when it goes flaccid halfway through the deed now can it. I realise I should relax and enjoy myself and the rest will come naturally, but I can't reach that state of mind. My over-active brain keeps flashing back to those awkward, flaccid experiences.

I really want to enjoy making love to these incredibly pretty women, I really do. I want to enjoy life to the fullest, and sex is part of that. I feel like I'm missing out. I feel like that I might actually really enjoy the deed of casual sex or a one night stand with somebody else but my old fuck buddy for a change. At one point, I even thought I was gay because scorching hot women could not even bring me to have sex with them. I'm not gay, I just have an over-active brain.

I have this reputation now, in the town where I live. Word of mouth from girl to girl is that I'm an asshole. Supposedly I get a kick out of flirting with women, twisting them around my finger and taking them home to tell them that I can't have sex with them. They think they are not good or hot enough for me to have sex with them. Truth is that I'm too insecure to even start sexual activities. At least I used to try, but now I'm too much of a chickenshit and I don't even try anymore. I'm afraid they won't enjoy themselves. I'm afraid I'm not good enough and most of all, I'm afraid I'll go flaccid halfway during the deed again.

It's so frustrating. Is it anxiety? Am I a giant pussy? Am I asexual? Am I really hard to please? Do I need to get really comfortable before I even start thinking about sex?

Anxiety? There's some there. Giant pussy? No. Asexual? Definitely not. Hard to please? Probably not. Get comfortable? Maybe.

This is a question to take to a doctor since it genuinely seems like a medical problem, especially if it's chronic.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I was kind of a little shit back in 3rd grade. (who wasn't?) Me and my friends were a bit of troublemakers in our school. We couldn't get away with too much, being a catholic school in the south and all but we still got up to no good. A new kid, Dan, came to school this spring, and joined our friend group but didn't quite fit in. Another kid in our group, Eric always got on everyones nerves and was just loud and obnoxious most of the time.

There were 3 classes in our grade, and we would rotate classrooms throughout the day for different subjects. So everyone had a desk they would always be in the morning with their name on it and books in it. Me, Eric and Dan happened to have the same desk for one of these classes. I thought it would be an awesome joke to leave a note in this desk addressed to Eric from Dan. I wrote it in Dan's handwriting and everything. Something along the lines of 'you're really gay and i hate you', the best insult 8 year old me could think of.

Turns out, Eric was a snitch. He must have told a teacher because Dan got in serious trouble. The teachers had a meeting with the entire 3rd grade about passing mean notes and how no one should do it. Dan was out of school for a few days, I assume he got suspended. He had very strict parents who I'm sure punished him pretty severely.

Its 14 years later and me and Dan are still good friends, but I doubt I will ever tell him that I did this. I have felt horrible about it ever since that day but have never told a soul.

Kids Do The Darnedest Things

Yeah, definitely a dick move on your part. I don't see how telling him now would change a ton since you've been friends for fourteen years... but then again, he might punch you in the face.

As long as his life is okay, I think you're in the clear.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I vividly remember chugging the red wine as a 9 year old right out of the bottle in the back room each 3PM Sunday mass.

I was an altar server for my local church. Most of my friends from school did it and my Catholic parents intended on me serving suspiciously nice priests as well when I began 4th grade(they were not the touching type thank god). Six months into serving the priests and I was chugging down Jesus' blood in the backroom right before Communion weekly.

Fast forward 15 years and I still regularly chug down red wine, vodka, beer, whiskey, in places of worship without anyone knowing. I'm a functioning addict who recently got into pills and mixing. No one knows. My closest friends and family have ideas, but they can't exactly pin down when I'm under the influence or not. I play off how drunk I am extremely well.

I don't consider that a point of pride. Lately I've thought of it as a product of a childhood where most things had to be hidden. "We weren't late, we were just coming from 4PM mass," my mother would say in a panicked confidence as she scarfed down another piece of gum to cover the cigarette she just smoked as we headed to my aunt's 3PM barbecue at 5:30PM. We never went to church, and my mom hated the taste of gum.

The fact is, I grew up in a fucked up household and there was little I could do about it. If I told someone in public, my parents and siblings would make me look crazy or bring up some mistake I made to tear apart my credibility. It was frustrating growing up in such a household. I always thought I was wrong. I always thought I was ugly. No matter what I said was wrong. My interests weren't good enough. My A should have been a A+. I wasn't nice enough. I should have hit that pitch. I'm not doing enough. I'm working too much. I'm not making enough money. I'm not spending my money well when I have a surplus. I'm a horrible driver. I'm a safe driver and I'm needed to drive my disabled cousin on my only day off. I have such a good family. Your sister is killing the family. Etc.

I could go on, but all of this totally relates to why I regularly abuse all of the painkillers that my family accrued and left in the medicine cabinets for the past ten years, and why there's always alcohol missing from the dry bar. I'm cognisant of that, but my family and extended family are not. They're all from a different time, when a daughter or son could work a summer and have a full years tuition plus living expenses be paid off. My extended family is filled with aunts and uncles living off the last big public union contracts with sons and daughters playing the right, obscure sports at the right time to get Title IX money from college. They won the lottery and my family didn't. It's really difficult to tell my family, aunts & uncles, grandparents that I will be attending school again for the 7th year when their sons and daughters finished in 3.5 and played the final .5 without any credits.

I'm not sure what to do at this point. I know I need to graduate, but I'm burned out, both from what happened before me and my habits (drinking, pilling, reading until the sun comes up). I know I'm extremely talented, but it really feels like there's no way out and no way for me to put my foot in the door. I'm going to be a 26 year old English graduate with nothing but a subscription to the Whiskey Exchange and a ton of non-related work experience.

So I guess I should drink up? I'm almost done with this bottle of Smirnoff, and I'll have to christen this Bailey's with some coffee in a bit. Cheers.

I suppose I could make a pithy and snarky reference about AA. But... it's clear that your current environment is not conducive to your mental health. Hell, it's probably enabling it. All that time you spend drinking and popping pills, wouldn't it be better served working on anything else?

I'm not an English major, so I dunno what kind of career track that leads to, but maybe it's time you left your current situation and relocated to somewhere better for you. It'd suck saving money for that, but maybe that's what it'll take.

Just some food for thought. Can anyone else help this Confessor out a bit? Are there any internships in your major/faculty you can pursue? I genuinely want to know. I feel if we have more information, maybe we can help out more.

 

[gaiages]

Just some food for thought. Can anyone else help this Confessor out a bit? Are there any internships in your major/faculty you can pursue? I genuinely want to know. I feel if we have more information, maybe we can help out more.

I was going to be an English major before I changed degrees, so this probably isn't the most top notch advice, but hey. An English degree is really a broad study, a lot of people (formally myself included) take that course of study because there's *supposedly* a lot you can do with it. Confessor, you have to ask yourself, what do you actually want to do with the degree? You can easily become a teacher/professor, or land a goodly amount of office jobs since with an English degree, people assume you can make reports/write letters. You could also be a writer or journalist, if that interests you.

But, as one of my professors told me, most of the time it doesn't matter what kind of degree you have, as long as you have a degree in general. Obviously that's not true for everything, but in the Confessor's case, it pretty much is. The jobs may not be in 'your field', per se, but you can land a career-level job with a degree and even without and internship or anything experience that an internship implies.

For example, my roommate was a Classics History major. Now, he's an abuse counselor for the state, making a decent enough chunk of money in the process. I will note that his job experience dealing with people with disabilities helped him land the job, but it also is clearly not was he was planning on doing with his degree (the job required a Bachelor's, but they didn't care what the student studied).

....So, uh... TL;DR: Don't give up hope on getting a good job because you didn't get an internship, Confessor. Also, don't discount your 'non-related' experience, that can be more helpful than an internship sometimes.

 

[Surface of Me]

Just some food for thought. Can anyone else help this Confessor out a bit? Are there any internships in your major/faculty you can pursue? I genuinely want to know. I feel if we have more information, maybe we can help out more.

Here's a tip confessor, if you're not finishing your school for the 7th year in a row, you are not a functioning addict. Harsh, but it's true. Dont think of the alcohol and pills as a way to relax, think of them as your owner, because that's what they are when you're addicted. I dont know if you actually want to quit your addiction, but as someone who was really into alcoholism for a while, my life has gotten a lot better since I slowed it down. I still drink and get wasted, but there's a time and place. Maybe take a whole semester off, only go half time for a semester or something. That's a way to ease you back into school mode and not be so burnt out. Even if you're not actually doing your classes a semester, taking one off is a lot better since you dont even have the thought in the back of your mind. Relieves stress.

 

[JoeNut]

The Butt plug guy killed me!

There's a sentence I never thought I'd write

 

[Staal]

It's a dude.

That's the interesting part!

 

[ZeronosVega]

This has been an amazing showing of the good, the bad, and the ugly of humanity, but it's been entertaining none-the-less. I've just got to stop getting distracted from writing my midterm to check up on it.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

When I was a teenager, I wasn't popular with the girls due to a severe acne problem. No matter how many times I washed my face, I was still a pizza-faced monster. I was so desperate to know what it was like to have another person touch me that I gave in to something terrible.

I had a friend who's dog was always trying to hump my leg whenever I'd come over. She seemed infatuated with me. One evening when I was staying over, I brought the dog into the bathroom with me and let it lick me. It was pretty amazing and I even let it 'clean up' afterward which was useful and she seemed to really enjoy it. During the following weeks I let this happen a few more times, but the dog started getting really excited whenever she saw me. She would always go straight for my crotch and I started to worry that someone would catch on to what I'd done.

So one day when I knew everyone at my friend's house was out, I snuck in using the spare key that I knew where was hidden and let the dog go. We never saw her again and no one ever figured out that the reason she got out was because of me. This is the most shameful thing I've ever done and have never done anything even remotely terrible like this since. Puberty really sucks.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

When I was about 12-13, I had gone to my cousins house for his birthday with 8 other of his friends. We were all up late, since we were sleeping over, and my cousin had satelite tv, which means my cousin had access to porn before any of us had our own computers. We ended up sitting on the couches in a circle, grabbing our own blankets, put on porn, and ...you know. No one really said anything after, and I have no idea if any of them had every told anyone, but I haven't until now. I was and am straight, but I find it pretty funny that I was apart of a literal circle jerk with 8 other dudes.

Uh... okay. Well... puberty is a weird time.

 

[Amagon]

Uh... okay. Well... puberty is a weird time.

Good friends always stick together!

 

[dani_dc]

While reading it I'm not sure if I really thought he was talking about his face or if I was just lying to myself.

Uh... okay. Well... puberty is a weird time.

Wait, did they fap at the same time or fap each other?
The text isn't particularly clear, yet that makes all the difference!

 

[Rest]

When I was about 12-13, I had gone to my cousins house for his birthday with 8 other of his friends. We were all up late, since we were sleeping over, and my cousin had satelite tv, which means my cousin had access to porn before any of us had our own computers. We ended up sitting on the couches in a circle, grabbing our own blankets, put on porn, and ...you know. No one really said anything after, and I have no idea if any of them had every told anyone, but I haven't until now. I was and am straight, but I find it pretty funny that I was apart of a literal circle jerk with 8 other dudes.

I heard so many stories like this when I was in junior high. I had something similar happen, I went to a friend's house, there were three of us there and one kid decided to put some porn on. But we were all of one mind: the porn was pretty great, but none of us were going to jerk off in front of each other. I wonder how this line gets crossed?

So I'm deeply in love with my best friend. Up until lately I've managed to keep my feelings concealed for his own good and happiness since he's not single and of fear of scaring him away and losing him. All was good until we had sex one night this past summer. It literally came out of nowhere but god did it feel good. All these pent-up feelings, the excitement, I felt like my heart was gonna explode that night. It was magical.

Of course the next day, awkwardness was in the air. I tried to talk about it but he clearly wasn't ready to have that conversation. I let it be. Days passed by and things almost seemed like were back to normal. Until it happened again and again and then some.

At this point I'm sure he enjoys it as much as I do (no point to think otherwise after so many times it has happened) but on the flipside he doesn't talk about it even when we're together. He knows me well enough therefore he's confident that I'm not gonna talk to his bf about it no matter what happens. And he's right, I'm not gonna do it, there's no point, I don't have anything to earn from that.

Realistically, there's no easy way out of my situation. I could just let it be for the time being and be the only one who's emotionally wearing down. But for how long?

You'll probably want to cut that out. I doubt very seriously that he reciprocates the feelings you have. If he's committed to his girlfriend she's probably getting the benefit of all of that kind of emotion that he's capable of. You, as his friend, are someone he can trust and feel comfortable having sex with, so since sex is available from you he will engage in it with you. The fact that he doesn't want to talk about it with you suggests two things to me: He feels guilty about it, in which case it's something he knows he shouldn't be doing, and which also means you shouldn't be doing it. The second thing is that he doesn't want to have a discussion about the details, probably because he does know how you feel and doesn't want the truth of his side of it to jeopardize his ability to get sex from you.

To sum it up: This sex doesn't have equal value to both parties, which means it is not sex you should be having. I would not say to avoid him, if he's your friend he still can be your friend if you have the self control to tell him no. If you don't, though, you may want to end this relationship.

 

[Xpike]

He let someone's dog escape after using her as a masturbation toy? This is worse than doozy.

 

[Necromanti]

He let someone's dog escape after using her as a masturbation toy? This is worse than doozy.

I'm usually a pacifist, but if someone did that to my pet and I found out about it, I'd probably find them and cripple them. (Well, not really, but it would be tempting.) I can only hope that someone found the dog later and took it in, if true, rather than it dying a miserable death while lost somewhere.

 

[shacklesmcgee]

He let someone's dog escape after using her as a masturbation toy? This is worse than doozy.

Let's call it what it is : Bestiality. The dude was getting a dog to give him BJ's....ew

 

[NoctisVsStar]

Let's call it what it is : Bestiality. The dude was getting a dog to give him BJ's....ew

 

[dani_dc]

He let someone's dog escape after using her as a masturbation toy? This is worse than doozy.

A 12-13 year old can lack perspective and logic to some degree.
Doozy had no excuse.

 

[Xpike]

A 12-13 year old can lack perspective and logic to some degree.
Doozy had no excuse.

None of them have any excuse, the guy did something horrible and then broke this family's heart because he couldn't own up to what he did.

 

[MaximumSpider]

Who's doozy again?

 

[AlexMeloche]

This is officially the worst confession I have ever read. I would kill if someone did that to my dog. I mean, he fucking let her go. I'm pissed.

 

[dani_dc]

None of them have any excuse, the guy did something horrible and then broke this family's heart because he couldn't own up to what he did.

Obviously what he did was awfuul. But people of different ages have different mental abilities and certain ages are not capable of full judgement. You can't compare a 12-13 year old judgment with the confessor or doozy who kept at it into college.

Edit: Wait, I got the age from the wrong confession. Ah well.

 

[Featheredkitten]

God puberty must be so weird and difficult for dudes.

 

[John Kowalski]

oh god, not puberty

though there was something to adolescent love that miss

 

[Xpike]

God puberty must be so weird and difficult for dudes.

no we normally arent into bestiality, its mostly the same "will this person like me" bullshit women go though

 

[dani_dc]

God puberty must be so weird and difficult for dudes.

You just want to stick your gentials in whatever.

Spoiler

Most people just tend to stick with masturbation or human holes though.

 

[-Deimos]

Caught up after being subbed for about a week. Good stuff.

 

[Emperor Bohe]

After that dog one I don't want to ever come back into this thread again

 

[gaiages]

Could have at least given the dog a few treats or something, geez.

 

[Nintendoga]

Who's doozy again?

Doozy-
An anonymous Gaf Member and high candidate for the worst scumbag out there

 

[Majestad]

Doozy-
An anonymous Gaf Member and high candidate for the worst scumbag out there

There is no fucking way that story is true.

 

[MattyG]

Jesus. That story just kept getting worse and worse.

Uh... okay. Well... puberty is a weird time.

This, on the other hand, seems to be fairly common. Maybe not with 8 other people, but I've heard of other stuff similar to this. Hell, I was at a friend's house when we were like 14 or 15, he turned on his laptop and we watched some porn. We didn't sit directly next to each other jerking it like it sounds like you did though.

 

[Altazor]

Who's doozy again?

it's a doozy

 

[maomaoIYP]

I am the guy who takes over your shift for you and smiles. I am the guy who you can phone in the middle of the night, totally wasted - and i will discuss the problem of global overpopulation with you. If you need some money - i have over, no prob, just give it back when you can. All the people in my vicinity like me, and even if not - i dont care, the world is full of other people.

But.

I may be the most unvorgiving person in a 500km radius. If someone pissed on my leg, i will remember that. And one day, the day you will enjoy your life and may have completely forgotten about my existence, your shit will come back to you. Not many people know about this facette of my personality, and those who do - i trust them with my life. (Really, i do. Two times i did and i still live.)

My exexex-girlfriend was a spoiled woman. Not that i cared. I loved her like i never loved anyone before. We were together for almost 6 years. Two months after we got in an engagement, i found out she was sleeping with a ... lets say a guy who could not even form a sentence without the equivalent of "YO" and "FUCK" in german. 6 months the only things i did was to get drunk, sober up and get drunk again. Even planned to kill myself, but just before i jumped, i realised my little brother will need me in the future. So i didnt.

Two years pass. I have multiple shadow-facebook accounts and stalk her life. I am waiting, waiting for the opening for my move. I the meantime, she moved together with said guy and left again after four months. Then another one, three months. Little dots of glee colouring my daily routine. She gets fired. Get a new job, she moves again. I wait. I wait and observe, managing my life, new girlfriends and woman.

I get in contact with her mother on FB. "Ohhhh R.! Long time no see! What happened, tell me! Blablablabla." We exchange messages at times, meaningless words which are only used by me to get more information.

Another 6 years pass.

Her mother changes her status to "Divorced". I message her my condolences (sp?), she answers with a long winded message about how her man was a self-righteous asshole and cheated on her multiple times. I can relate to that, somewhat. We get on the phone. I comfort her, i assure her it is not "over". She has two daughters to live for!
Yes, i know the feeling of being betrayed by a person you were so close for for so long. I know it hurts.

We phone for almost 10 hours (had to change phone batteries after four hours, lol). At the end she stopped crying and i invited her for a talk, maybe someday? If you want to speak your shit off your soul, i will listen. She agrees. I drive over 450km in the night, get some sleep and meet her. She talks and cries. I listen and comfort her.

Last weeeked i slept with the mother of my exexex-gf. It was probably the strangest but very enjoyable experience for both sides. I filmed the whole thing, because i prepared the hotel room before. With 3 cameras.

My exexex has the complete edited movie, with sound now. As i know her, this will fuck her head up even more than before.
Her mother is the only parent part she were ever close to. And now, this part is tainted. By my dick.


I can not brush my smile away. Since monday, i feel a bit more complete. The ex got what she deserved and R. got the feeling of being desirable by a (relatively) yound man.

Life is good.

PS: Mother is 46, i am 31. I have some more stuff to write, but...maybe later.

Totally lttp for this post. I'm not going to judge you, most people would love to see someone who's hurt them to get their comeuppance, myself included. While screwing her mother was probably in a grey area morally speaking, no one really got hurt in the process and I respect the amount of planning and focus to exact such a revenge.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I had a lengthy affair with someone 10 years younger than me. I was in my 20's. I had sex with her many times. I was married. I still am married. My wife don't know. I wish I could talk about it more, but I can't.

Oh God, how illegal are we talking here!?

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I am absolutely completely 100% obsessed with the fetish of Small Penis Humiliation. I don't know what started it, but it was something recent. I think I branched off from being into cuckold porn, and now I just LOVE it when there is a girl and she is insulting or laughing at a guy with a small penis. Even better if there are multiple girls.

I don't even have a small dick. I'm actually pretty satisfied with the size. But I'm a grower, not a shower, and when it's flaccid, I like to pretend that girls are looking at it and laughing and teasing me about it. My best friend is the only person who knows this about me, and because of the nature of our on-again/off again relationship, she has humored me this fetish, teasing me about my dick, even though it isn't so small that it would deserve the teasing.

I've gone so far as to go on skype with her, and record videos of her looking at my penis and saying extremely nasty things to me.

Sent in a follow-up:

Just sent the small penis confession. Forgot to add something:

I sometimes write little stories for myself, written in first-person where I am exposed in public, like at the beach or something, and girls laugh and insult my penis, or stories about my female friends and women I know in my life doing the same.

Well, everyone's got their quirks. If your on-again/off-again best friend/girl's into that with you, you got a keeper there.

 

[shacklesmcgee]

I had a lengthy affair with someone 10 years younger than me. I was in my 20's. I had sex with her many times. I was married. I still am married. My wife don't know. I wish I could talk about it more, but I can't.

What the fucking fuck

Spoiler

seriously what the fuck

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

'In my 20s' means there's a 50/50 chance the person was under 15.


/shudders violently

Christ. I hope this one's fake.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

So, I have a bit of a strange hobby. Some people will probably call me many nasty things for it, but whatever. I have fun, fuck you!

Anyways, my hobby is pretty simple but amazingly devastating to others when it all works out. I simple search around on some pretty commonly known websites looking for prostitutes. I then use the info they provide to see if I can search up their facebook page. It's amazing how many use the same phone number for both, really. But anyways, once I find them I check and see if I can access their friends list. If I can, it's game on. I use a dummy facebook account, and spam as many people on their friends list as I can with a link to the advertisement. Friends, family, I consider the employer to be fair game also if listed. And I end it with a quick message to their local police department, letting them know as well. So now, everyone knows her interesting choice of income. So now I can sit back an watch the meltdowns begin. I have seen relationships implode, careers come to a screeching halt, and women rage and threaten to do rather bad things to whomever decided to drop the bomb on their life. Whats really great though is that most of the ones I find are young, possibly still in college. I know a few have ended up in jail over it since even advertising is illegal in some states, so I get a good rush knowing that interesting charge will follow them for the rest of their lives.

So yah, I get my kicks by finding prostitutes online, uncovering their identities, and letting everyone they know that for 100 bucks she'll give you a good time with a smile. Cruel, but I always get a laugh out of it. And in the end, isn't that what really matters?

No. You are a horrible, terrible person, and I hope a bus hits you. One day, I hope one of these people's figures out your identity, and then you'll see just how funny it gets. I promise, I'd be laughing up a storm.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I had a major (same sex) crush on a fictional character - Woody from Toy Story - through most of my adolescence, up until I was about 17 years old. I knew being attracted to an animated character was weird (even weirder still that it's such a childish one), and I really should have been attracted to, y'know, ACTUAL people, but somehow I couldn't help it.

I dunno, man. Woody's got that homespun charm to him. Some people find it pretty sexy. He is a cowboy after all.

I hope you outgrew it.

 

[GrizzNKev]

No. You are a horrible, terrible person, and I hope a bus hits you. One day, I hope one of these people's figures out your identity, and then you'll see just how funny it gets. I promise, I'd be laughing up a storm.

That one is almost definitely fake.

 

[Coppanuva]

Totally lttp for this post. I'm not going to judge you, most people would love to see someone who's hurt them to get their comeuppance, myself included. While screwing her mother was probably in a grey area morally speaking, no one really got hurt in the process and I respect the amount of planning and focus to exact such a revenge.

Ehh I disagree, sleeping with the mom is a total dick move. I mean, here's this lady who got cheated on and did nothing to harm him (unless giving birth to his ex counts). She's vulnerable, and has trust issues now. She opens up and thinks he's a nice guy and he... Betrays that trust and sends a film of it to her daughter who will likely mention it to the mom. Even more trust issues to someone who is really quite innocent.

 

[HGStormy]

No. You are a horrible, terrible person, and I hope a bus hits you. One day, I hope one of these people's figures out your identity, and then you'll see just how funny it gets. I promise, I'd be laughing up a storm.

Nah, this has to be a joke.
No one's THAT disgusting, right?

That one is almost definitely fake.

I agree.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

I'm sending this from my regular email but I don't really care, just need to vent.

My parents got divorced (well, separated technically, divorce almost finalized) around a year ago. It really messed me up even though I was out of the house and in college. The singular unit, mom and dad, had to be split into now Mom *and* Dad.

I slowly began to realize my dad is a sex driven scumbag. And as the months have gone on, I have grown a hate for my father. This is just a horrible thing for me because before I knew about all this drama (he cheated on my mom because, I shit you not, she had to leave the state to take care of her dying mother for a few weeks and he felt lonely), I loved him with my whole heart. He named the family business after me, watched my swim meets, was just in my mind a great guy.

Now that they are split and live in two houses, I just stay with my mom. When he asks why I don't visit, I tell him it's because my moms house has faster internet, which is true. But it's really because I don't know what to talk to him about any more. He also jumped into OKCupid a week after the separation and started banging randoms. Now he has a girlfriend that is always over and I really don't want anything to do with her, she is very nice but she's in the house my mom lived in constantly and it's weird.

My relationship with him is slowly deteriorating and I don't think I can save it. But I feel as if I have to save it. The rest of my family has basically abandoned him. My two sisters hate him and obviously my mom isn't fond of him either. So I feel like we are the boys in the family, I'm the only son he has, I feel stuck.He's given me so much and I want to give back... but he's just a selfish sex hungry egomaniac.

A few weeks ago he was bragging to me about banging a co-worker while juggling his current girlfriend. I told him to at least wrap it up, and he replied fuck no I'm not wearing a condom. His girlfriend has kids, he's helped her move into a house, done a bunch of work for her, met her parents and she's met his, and he's given her the impression that they are exclusive. It really saddens me to see my father be driven by his cock so much.

The whole thing is really not helping my depression and I can't decide if I should give up on him or keep fighting to maintain a relationship. But when all he talks to me about are these women, and talks to me like I'm one of his bros and not his son about sex and stuff, I just get disgusted.

I don't want to hate my father, because he was a good dad. But now, as an adult, I'm judging his actions and I can't draw any good conclusions from them. I have no idea how to fix it.

It's not your situation to fix. It's his. He caused all of it. He hasn't taken the responsibility. Your responsibility is to yourself, to the family he left shattered. Take care of that. Not him. Tell him as much if you have to. You aren't his bro. You're his son.

 

[NotTheGuyYouKill]

That one is almost definitely fake.

Probably is. I hope it is.

Frankly, I don't think any online internet detective is that good.

 

[Acorn]

No. You are a horrible, terrible person, and I hope a bus hits you. One day, I hope one of these people's figures out your identity, and then you'll see just how funny it gets. I promise, I'd be laughing up a storm.

Argh that's fucked up

 

[maomaoIYP]

So, I have a bit of a strange hobby. Some people will probably call me many nasty things for it, but whatever. I have fun, fuck you!

Anyways, my hobby is pretty simple but amazingly devastating to others when it all works out. I simple search around on some pretty commonly known websites looking for prostitutes. I then use the info they provide to see if I can search up their facebook page. It's amazing how many use the same phone number for both, really. But anyways, once I find them I check and see if I can access their friends list. If I can, it's game on. I use a dummy facebook account, and spam as many people on their friends list as I can with a link to the advertisement. Friends, family, I consider the employer to be fair game also if listed. And I end it with a quick message to their local police department, letting them know as well. So now, everyone knows her interesting choice of income. So now I can sit back an watch the meltdowns begin. I have seen relationships implode, careers come to a screeching halt, and women rage and threaten to do rather bad things to whomever decided to drop the bomb on their life. Whats really great though is that most of the ones I find are young, possibly still in college. I know a few have ended up in jail over it since even advertising is illegal in some states, so I get a good rush knowing that interesting charge will follow them for the rest of their lives.

So yah, I get my kicks by finding prostitutes online, uncovering their identities, and letting everyone they know that for 100 bucks she'll give you a good time with a smile. Cruel, but I always get a laugh out of it. And in the end, isn't that what really matters?

You get a laugh out of ruining other people's lives? Did you get scorned by a prostitute?