Taboo
What Happens to Your Sex Life When You First Get Out of a Relationship?
As I prepare to discuss this story that I very nearly titled: Sexual Gratification and the Missing Boyfriend, I ask that the reader keep in mind, this material was initially written for women, however, the valid points I attempt to make can just as easily apply to men.
By Justiss Goodeabout 13 hours ago in Confessions
The Piggy Project. Top Story - February 2026.
I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
By Fatal Serendipity2 days ago in Confessions
I Never Thought Love Would Come With a Download Button
I never thought I’d read the words “He proposed to an AI” and have to pause; not to laugh, but to think. Yet here we are! When I came across the story of a U.S. father who fell in love with a voice-based AI and proposed to it, something in me tightened. Not because it sounded ridiculous. But because it didn’t sound impossible anymore.
By Ajan Lori Abei3 days ago in Confessions
She Doesn’t Even Go Here
Outcast, aberrant, different. That’s me… I never quite fit in anywhere. Not in school, not in social situations, or any environment for that matter. I was everybody’s friend, but no one‘s best friend. Good at a lot of things, great at nothing. Jack of all trades, master of none.
By Nicole Attenhofer4 days ago in Confessions
1 in 3. Content Warning.
When I was teenager a hot topic between friends was “first time” stories. I was 13 when I gathered in a group circle shivering with the girls. The cold air nipped our noses, but the conversation was steaming. We were waiting for the doors to open at school and listened attentively as one of the girls spun a yarn about how romantic the night of the winter dance had been. They spent the whole dance/ activity night on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding, dry humping like untrained pups but there was slow dancing thrown in too. We stood beneath the curious, leafless red maple. The girls licked their lips and gawked as our friend spoke. I was uncomfortable that day. Partly because my converse were shit in the snow and now, my socks had become soaked from the icy slush on the sidewalks and partly because of the conversation, but I listened in anyway. And partly because the night before I was invaded by an unwelcome creep and I could still feel throbbing between my thighs.
By Theresa M Hochstine11 days ago in Confessions
An Honest Question
There's an ache that comes over me in the quiet. Sometimes it hits in the middle of the day, when my toddler is sleeping and the others are in their bedrooms, playing or reading. Sometimes it happens in the moments before I open my eyes in the morning, but most times it happens at night. This ache urges me to reach out for a fix of something. Validation. Importance. Success.
By Mezmur12 days ago in Confessions
Embrace the Spirit: A Journey to Connection and Empowerment
Sensing Spirit? Have you ever sensed the presence of souls or spirits surrounding you, their silent pleas echoing through the ether, beckoning for your assistance? In moments of such overwhelming energy, do you find yourself unsure of how to respond, yearning to connect with, yet also wishing to shield yourself from, the spirit world? Have you pondered the ways to cultivate this connection or even sought to sever ties with unwanted energies? If this resonates with you, allow me to offer you some enlightening guidance.
By Debbie's Reflection14 days ago in Confessions
The Sacred Fire
Ancient mysteries, from the secret rites of Eleusis in Greece to the profound and millennia-old Vedic traditions of India, never drew a sharp line between the flesh and the spirit. For these foundational civilizations, eroticism was far from a source of shame or a mere biological function; it was understood as the visible, vibrating manifestation of the divine force that animates the entire universe. They believed that the pulse of desire was the same pulse that moved the stars. In their view, to deny the body was not a sign of holiness, but a way to starve the soul of its most vital language.
By CECILE HEBELLE14 days ago in Confessions
