Embarrassment
GAYCATION
It started at gaycation, this convening where a whole bunch of queers gets to camp in the wilderness for fun. There were also games and good food for the week, but it was mostly a retreat for people who hadn't had a chance to enjoy the outdoors. I was not one of those people. I've been a city slicker my whole life, but this was a chance to finally see what being in a commune full of gays would be like. And boy, they did not disappoint. Some of the drama included a new acquaintance of mine using the fact that they, myself, and a new friend shared the same bed on the first night because they were too timid to sleep alone. Being new queers, I didn't hold any objections, and the three of us cuddled until the morning. I didn't know that acquaintances would use our nightcaps to infuriate their ex by making it sound like we "slept" together. To add insult to injury, the ex was my friend, and I certainly had to pull her aside to reassure her that I was not that dirty. I do, in fact, respect boundaries, others more so than my own.
By Indie Johnson3 years ago in Confessions
The Cuss Words
Hello Readers! This is Ajinkya here! I am new to Vocal media. I like writing, expressing my thoughts & ideas in the form of words onto a piece of paper or a word or a google document. I was in constant search of platforms to write & share my stories, ideas & experiences. I was in constant search of an audience who can read my stories, ponder upon, comment & share a feedback on how are my ideas, my thoughts, my stories.
By Ajinkya Ghevade3 years ago in Confessions
You Laugh, You Die
I saw an advertisement of Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson posted on a social media website. He returned to a store he used to steal from as a teenager. The Rock took it upon himself to pay back his debt and make good on his mistake. So he purchased all the remaining chocolate bars. I heard someone walked in and yelled "who bought all the f%#%$ Snickers bars". The Rock made sure everybody would know what it's like to go without a chocolate bar.
By Marcus Azaria3 years ago in Confessions
10 of the Strangest Things People Are Addicted To
10 of the Strangest Things People Are Addicted To Addiction is the obsessive need to carry on doing something despite the potential consequences. Every person is different, with their own preferences and dreams. Some people enjoy travelling, while others prefer to stay at home. We learn to get along through our likes and dislikes, regardless of whether we are introverts, extroverts, or somewhere in between. People have been known to become addicted to substances like narcotics, coffee, or even social media. However, you may tell someone about your daily need on coffee and it won't come out as embarrassing. Just picture meeting someone who claims to be addicted to drinking their own urine. Or another who would rather eat a piece of their brick wall than a pizza topped with pineapples grown on their lanai. Yes, these are the bizarre addictions that people have all across the world. Here is a list of some of the most bizarre substances to which people have become dependent.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
A Deleted Telegram Account Tells The Truth
“Hope you are happy,” I texted during the holidays. Not read. I had hesitated even to send it. “Should I?” I wondered out loud. He wasn’t going to see it for days; I knew that much. He checked his Telegram profile rarely.
By MonalisaSmiled 3 years ago in Confessions
Widowhood 101: The cremation mishap
Acting first and thinking later has consequences The love of my life for 45 years and my husband of 40 passed away on March 7 2021. My children, brother-in-law and I decided together to have his remains cremated and my sister-in-law purchased a beautiful blue urn in a shade that was his favorite color. I set the urn on a shelf and after moving placed it on a table in my bedroom. I rarely thought about it or looked at it because I know my husband is in heaven.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
Never Underestimate a Cycle Breaker
I've been committed to breaking the cycle of generational trauma for sometime now. I came from a severely dysfunctional home. My mother was married to a narcisscist who ruined her life. I apparently keep getting into relationships where men ruin my life. My ex was so abusive that it drove me to a drinking problem. I fall in love with potential. I fall in love with the future of what I want them to be. I disregard the red flags. And because of that, I self-destruct.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
Freeze Your Fat for a Fee
*A Note to Readers: This story contains content on eating disorders. Reader disgression advised* I pulled my hood up and placed sunglass on my face for extra measure as I exited my car and walked across the parking lot. The storefront of a strip mall grew larger with each step until its awning was looming over me. I avoided eye contact with the vinyl window clings of life-sized women smiling next to enlarged photos of their stomachs. Red circles emphasized areas that contained fat or skin rolls. It reminded me of getting back a test in school, knowing it wasn’t going to be an ‘A’ by the amount of red ink that had bled through the paper. It was clear who the enemy was.
By Jenell Riesner 3 years ago in Confessions
Yes, I'm Autistic. Yes, I sometimes Hit Mom. No, I'm not Adam Lanza.
Last Wednesday was the 10th anniversary of the Newton massacre, when a young man walked into his elementary school and shot about 20 students and a teacher. I still remember that fateful day- my late mother and I were at IHop, eating lunch right before a doctor's appointment, wondering when the hell the food would get there. Then suddenly, our waittress burst out that something terrible had happened.
By Jennifer Rose3 years ago in Confessions
On being Sensitive and Quiet
When I was in the sixth grade, a girl made fun of how I talked, and I was all like, "is that how I really sound?" I decided to make videos of myself talking and I was actually surprised that that is how I sounded. I didn't like how she would mock me and I took that to heart that I stopped participating and made small talk, maybe some would consider it dramatic, or call me very sensitive. I feel that I have accepted the term sensitive to define me.
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Confessions
A HAIKU CALLED
This poem was inspired by the works of Kate Curry's blog regarding the Blue Chakra. You can view her website at: https://www.darngoodyarn.com/blogs/darn-good-blog/vishuddhi-the-throat-chakra-blue-color-theory#:~:text=The%20blue%20chakra%2C%20Vishuddhi%2C%20is,effectively%20use%20our%20creative%20energy.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Confessions
