Embarassing Admissions & Confessions
I can't hold it in anymore. Had a dream on Sunday, and a cultie was in it. It was very interesting. I can't get it out of my head, for some compelling reasons (not sex). Is there a thread for that?
There is a Dreams Of Culties thread in here somewhere.
This is why we can't have nice things.
http://chuckpalahniuk.net/forum/1000026/dreams-involving-cult-members
Thank you, Your Majesty.
This is why we can't have nice things.
On one hand, it is making light of many very traumatic life situations and feelings... on the other, it is Pop music, and for pop music I find it to vastly deeper than most, and that is what choke me up. The depth in the music and message it conveys, despite it's style.
Here. watch:
I cried. You are right. The video is deeper than most.
Mom's gonna fix it all soon.
I watch way too many high school related shows because I don't feel like I really existed in high school. It's my way of living vicariously through my favorite characters.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
That's why I love Freaks and Geeks, Chenoa. Judd Apatow created that show because it's truer to his experience in high school than most shows.
I loved Freaks and Geeks, My So-Called Life, Buffy the Vampire Slayer....
I forgot how to use a fax machine. The clerk had to help me. I just stared at it, then began to feel the initial stirrings of a panic attack. When I left the store I sat in my car in a daze. Took awhile to figure out that in order to leave, I would have to start the car and DRIVE.
How I got home is a mystery. I hope I'm not responsible for any fresh roadkill on the streets.
I have no idea what it was about.
I watched it religiously.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I had a massive crush on her. It was borderline obsessive.
Rayanne was the bomb.
yup.
Here's the German version of My So-Called Life, titled My Leben und Ich :
It aired in France before I came to Germany.
Aww, that's so cute!
haha wait, they have cussing on German tv? I'm pretty sure that boy said shit.
You guessed right.
Embarassing confession, gross jokes make me laugh a lot :
The grosser the merrier.
fart jokes make you laugh a lot.
A LOT !
I think I'm kinda submissive with bedroom stuff, but I don't think men really know what to do with that. So then it just gets awkward. (okay, I say men, but I've not slept with that many, so maybe that's too general)
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
Men like different things.
Some of them do, I promise.
"I'm glad I live in the GPS era. In a different century, I would've set off to visit the other side of the village and wandered off into the mountains and been eaten by a carnivorous plant. Or discovered the Americas."
-LaJessica
I believe that. I'm just saying that if I mention it, they sometimes feel like that's what I want all the time, or that it means I want to be degraded, which I don't. I like variety just as much as the next person.
Some of them do, I promise.
I want to believe. Maybe I should just have a conversation about it. That seemed to help to some extent with my last partner. But he was a rare case. It was all sexual chemistry and the friendship came later. I don't normally have that with men.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
There is a huge difference between wanting to be degraded and enjoying being dominated.
Popular culture fucks everyone's heads up sometimes, though, unfortunately.
Yeah, degradation costs extra.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I'm more on the conservative side myself...even though I love sex, having sex, i'm not much into experimentation unless the chemistry is right and things just sort of happen.
You're in luck; sometimes the weirdest shit "just sort of happens".
This is why we can't have nice things.
Yeah, can someone define the difference between degradation and domination?
Is it that dominance just controls sex within the confines of what isn't painful beyond biting and spanking (as well as excluding the more sick stuff, like... toilet stuff), while degradation pushes that limit?
If so, wouldn't that difference be pretty arbitrary and completely dependent on what ways a person would want to be dominated?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Or is it simply the difference between what's humiliating and what isn't?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
True story.
This woman comes up to me in the bar. Says to me, rubbing her hands up and down her body, "I'm very submissive..."
"Yeah?" says I.
"Yeah..." says she.
"Buy me a drink," I say.
She walks off and comes back a few minutes later with a Heineken®.
"Thanks," I say.
"Anything else?"
"No, thanks. Bye."
This is why we can't have nice things.
Incredible.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Yeah, that's not really how you get my attention.
This is why we can't have nice things.
In my book, domination means being spanked, choked lightly, all those no-eye-contact positions, light bondage etc. Degradation, which I'm not at all into, is the weirder shit.
I think it's all of what Lib said.
In my book domination and submission both include a lot of eye contact, confidence and willingness to to just be taken and to give.
There is a difference between one person taking charge of the situation while the other lets it happen, and getting into that other territory.
I mean, I suppose it could be all that other stuff too, but it can also be as simple as playfully resisting vs. simply melting into it.
Unless you're filling out an ad on Craigslist, sex shouldn't fit categories. It's pretty organic. You can talk about what you like and don't like. But still, if you're into rough stuff, sometimes it will be gentle. If you like being tied up and whipped, it shouldn't always happen. Classifying it kinda ruins the whole thing.
This conversation reminds me of this:
Earlier I was making kissy noises and going in for an Eskimo kiss with Sheldon and he did what can only be described as slapping me across the face. I totally deserved it too.
the fuck?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Sheldon is a cat, an eskimo kiss is just touching noses, I'm worried abut what bit was misinterpreted!
Oooooh yeaaaah, Sheldon's a cat. I forgot about that bit. This again, eh?
Si vis pacem, para bellum
i was finger fucked by my mother's long-term/live-in bf while watching 20000 Leagues Under the Sea (1954 version?). she was there too, working on an oil painting. i imagine it was the landscape with two deer in a valley, but i can't be sure about that. i was like 8... not be sure about that either.
I am sorry you feel embarrassed about that, it wasn't your fault and you shouldn't be ashamed for it having happened.
I agree with and believe this so much. ^5
Whatever Whore!
It's 11:53 PM and this was the best laugh of the day.
I was way more worried that Lib misinterpreted "eskimo kiss" and thought I was trying to snog my cat than that my boyfriend was casually beating me. Or that my boyfriend's name was Sheldon.
A boyfriend named Sheldon would be a tragedy. Of masochistic magnitude.
Ok, XJ9
My coccyx hurts. Probably won't be doing that position anymore unless I have a donut pillow for support. Not exactly sexy though.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
Wrong.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Hahaha, I love how they turned her name into an adjective.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
I'm having massive social anxiety about this reunion we're going to in Georgia this weekend. I had a handful of friends, hardly any of whom I've kept in contact with (except one girl, who I can't wait to see), and everyone else was just...there. I spent most of my high school years wrapped up in my boyfriend and thinking everyone else was stupid and I just wanted to go back to California and Catholic school or hurry up and grow up so I could get away from home. Now I'm a grown up and married to Mr. Popular from my graduating class (a totally non-douche bag kind of Mr. Popular) and I'm worried it's going to be awkward. He's so sweet and good to me and loves me and makes me feel wonderful, so I guess I'm more worried that my initial shyness will be a drag to him. He would never make me feel that way, but hopefully you know what I mean.
You guys know me and I can relate to all of you, but you may not know that I'm pretty reserved in social settings. I'm not the kind of girl to get crazy and dance and want to be the center of attention. I'm more the type who will open up once I've gotten to know people and feel more confident in myself. I can pull it off but inside I'm so terribly worried about what people think about me. I'm so ashamed that I'm like this...gah!
People who know me - especially my co-workers - find this hard to believe, but it's because I feel comfortable around them, like I can be myself and be accepted, so they don't see it. They all think I'm witty, smart and fun to be around but mostly I feel like maybe I'm just a good actress. That's not to say I'm not genuine...it's just..I don't know how to put it.
Meh...I get like this anytime there's a reason to be in a party type atmosphere. I'm sure if I were to speak to a doctor I'd be diagnosed with some social phobia junk or something, but I would never do that because I'd rather just suck it up when it comes to life and kick its ass. Anyway, I'm sure I'll loosen up and have a good time, but I'm going to be internally freaking out about it between now and then.
Kanye's verse is the creepy part.