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Identity Crisis
Dig if you will. 1988. A young, confused, Black boy. Grew up in a predominantly white neighborhood. Only music he knew was Heavy Metal and some Pop songs but not much R&B or rap. Only shows he watched were the shows with a mainly white cast....except the Huxtables. He did this because all the Black kids made fun of him because he "talked white". He had a "white name". Because his clothes fit right on him. He was super skinny but had a huge head and a "bubble butt". Because he played baseball and not football or basketball. He was always scared to talk to the Black kids because of how he talked. Also, he had a stutter so that made the jokes that much more harsher.
By Ryan Henderson5 years ago in Confessions
An email, a search history and a day full of events
What keeps you awake at night? The existential dread of tomorrow and all the things you have to do? Fear of the dark or whatever might be lurking under your bed? For me, it’s all the stupid things I’ve ever said. Let me be clear about this, the amount of these stories is atrocious compared to a normal human being. I am a walking accident and could write a whole book on the embarrassing stories of my life (now there’s an idea…). Just ask my friends, they can vouch for this. I’ve narrowed it down to just a few that haunt me in the late hours of the night, so here goes.
By Kylie Best5 years ago in Confessions
Red Rendezvous
The hot water felt incredible. First hitting my scalp, the water running over my hair, a rush of warmth felt all down my back. Sighing out loud, I marveled at how this could possibly be the best shower I’d ever, ever had in my life- in all my 34 years of showering? My mind contorted into numbers, trying to work out that answer - but mathematics had never been my forte. Inwardly rolling my eyes at myself and my overthinking, I turned to face the other wall and just immerse myself in the moment.
By Eli Johnston5 years ago in Confessions
Trampled
I'm usually the butt of jokes, and not easily offended. Unlike most people, my awkward middle school years lasted into adulthood. Allow me to paint the picture for you before moving on to the actual embarrassing part of the story. You may not know the difference otherwise.
By Kristy Freeman5 years ago in Confessions
The line to no where
And in that moment not only did I fuck up, those following me realized, they too fucked up. I’d call myself a leader, and I’ve heard it from others, but this was not my smoothest movement. To be fair this wasn’t a statement I was trying to make, or anything like that, but my intentions would make sense for others to follow, if they are just as clueless. There was no sign, no initiation, it just kinda, well happened.
By Valentine Casey5 years ago in Confessions
Double Exposure Therapy
The first step would be enough to intimate the weak of heart – about three feet high – I had to practically mount the first step of the eleven mile Kalalau trail. I had never done anything like it in my life, so I plead innocence on what propelled me to think I could handle this kind of adventure. I had a fifty pound backpack filled with the things I thought might need to sleep outdoors, without shelter, laid bare to the elements. I had good hiking shoes, laces double knotted with my will and my full-hardiness. It was Hawaii after all; Kauai, the garden isle, prompting one to feel that Adam and his infamous counterpart, Eve, might come strolling past on the narrow trails through the jungle. I was hiking along the Na'Pali Coast on the north coast of the island, one of the most remote places on earth. I had heard that there were only two ways to get there, by foot or by helicopter, and the latter was reserved for emergency situations, a desperate solution. For this reason, the Na’Pali coast attracted those on the fringe and the free-spirited….I wasn’t sure I fit into either category.
By Sung Uni Lee5 years ago in Confessions
Do You Believe in Magic?
Some families are insane and have veritable crematoriums of skeletons in their closets. Schizophrenics and slave owners married victims of incest and had secret, secondary families in other states. These families had kids who did drugs and fought with their parents or bottled things up and went on shooting rampages. As outsiders, we can say we know a strangely, seemingly normal pairing or slice from the family, but if asked, those oh so typical people can relate that still waters run deep.
By Emile Bienert5 years ago in Confessions
