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Welcome to South App #7:

Monday, September 7th, 2020
“Gigi, come quick! Winston’s bleeding!”
Sarah hung up the phone. Gigi sprinted down four flights of stairs in a 500-dollar fleece bathrobe. (“Hooray, fake ID money!”) In front of Winston’s room stood Sarah - the color drained from her normally golden skin. Drops of blood trailed from Winston’s room to the men’s bathroom down the hall.
“His fucking crown fell out!” Sarah blurted out.
That morning, Gigi had put her dental knowledge to the test. Ah, the Guitar Guys broke Winston’s lateral incisor! She had sneaked Winston into the campus dental lab to fit him with a temporary crown. “Don’t bite down on it or eat anything too messy!” she had warned him. No chance. It was wing night at the Chubby Beaver Cafe.
The girls followed the blood to the bathroom door.
“I’m not going in there!” Gigi confidently declared.
“Oh, what was I thinking? Let me just magically fix his tooth with my 19 fucking years of dental experience!”
“But, but, but...that’s a male lavatory! And as his fraternal sibling, I surmise that you have unintentionally borne witness to his nether-regions...in the least intimate of circumstances, of course!”
“Stop bickerin’ and help me out, will ya?” came Winston’s muffled yell from the bathroom. “Fuck, this pain! Mama, make it stop!”
Gigi burst through the bathroom, where Winston and Tai wielded huge toy rifles. Sarah locked Gigi’s arms behind her head in a full nelson choke.
“What?! You’re okay?”
“First rule of paintball: Never trust anybody,” Winston sneered.
Paintball was certainly on the menu on this first day of Fall Break. That night, Mama Beavers’ residence would be hosting the annual paintball tournament. And this morning, Winston, Tai, and Sarah were to give Gigi a proper introduction to the sport. With Super Soakers.
“Whatcha think, Winston?” Tai chuckled. “Shall we light her up?”
“I reckon we shall, roomie.”
Whipped cream spurted out of the Super Soakers, gagging Gigi’s mouth; tangling her jet-black hair; staining her luxurious robe.
“Whaaa! W-w-w-what the fuck, guys?” howled the Gigi sundae. “I just took an hour-long shower for nothing!”
“Hey, Winston, I have an idea,” Tai suggested, strolling over to the window.
“Oh, whatever may that be, Tai?” Winston played along.
Tai flung the window open, staring down the tunnel of a huge inflatable Slip-N-Slide. Only this slide was lubed up with light beer - not water.
“Time for your second bath, Gigi!” Sarah teased, tightening her grip and dragging Gigi to the window.
“You...do…not have permission to touch my body!” Gigi screamed. “This is sexual assault under North Carolina General Statute section 14-27.21, as signed into law by Bill-!”
The three freshmen heaved Gigi onto the beer slide. She continued rattling off state penal codes three stories down.
“Got ’em!” Winston cheered, celebrating with crisp high-fives. “Sheesh, is Gigi a lawyer now? What was that ramblin’ all about?”
“Beats me,” Tai mumbled. “I assumed Gigi knew everything but social skills.”
“Nah, Winston has a point,” Sarah agreed. “That legal mumbo jumbo is beyond the pale even for her. She and I will have to have a little chit-chat. Anywho...Winston, why don’t you go down there and check on her?”
“Fuck it, why not? I reckon I’ll enjoy a booze bath.”
Winston dived head-first onto the beer slide, careening against the sides. He consumed a pitcher’s worth of cheap beer before splashing three stories down into the Boozewalk: an inflatable moonwalk full of beer, enclosed by huge inflatable walls on all sides.
“Wait, what the hell?” Winston gasped, as a bathrobe floated in the booze bath. “G-Gigi? Is that you?”
The petite form of a woman rose to the surface, baring her pale face and smooth shoulders.
“Heeey, Winston,” slurred a seductive Gigi. “Looks like we’re finally alone in the dark. So...do you like me, Winston?”
“W-what? I...I think you should put your bathrobe back on, buddy.”
But Gigi did no such thing, likely naked below the frothy surface. Instead, she swam toward Winston as he backed up to the inflatable wall.
“What if I, like, totally sounded like Claire?” Gigi cooed, mimicking the southern girl. “Wouldn’t you, like, totally wanna get in my pants?”
“First of all, you’re not wearing pants. Second of all, you’re my best buddy. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“As you wish...I shall force myself on you instead!” Gigi shot to her feet, dressed in a pink South App tube top and black shorts. She pressed the muzzle of a paintball gun to Winston’s forehead. “Guys, now!”
Tai and Sarah burst through the mesh entrance. Paintball guns in hand, they splashed through the Boozewalk like the goddamn invasion of Normandy. “Freeze, mothafucka!” Tai screamed in a rare gangsta voice. As three armed assailants surrounded him, Winston raised his shaking hands.
“First rule of paintball,” Winston reminded himself, exasperated. “Never trust anybody.”
“Now where, oh where have I heard that before?” Sarah asked, throwing an arm around her brother’s shoulders. “Come on, it’s wing night!”
“Go without me and I’ll meet you at the truck!” Gigi said thoughtfully. “I’ve never tried beer, but I bet I can catch a buzz if I just float around in here!”
“Suit yourself,” Winston sighed, stepping out of the Boozewalk onto the grass. “It’s a damn shame my best buddy ain’t gonna be there to wipe the buffalo sauce off my face.”
They left Gigi alone in that dark, five-percent ABV bath. A sensory-deprivation chamber of sorts. She floated on her back, eyes closed and mind racing.
He turned down my romantic advances. Then again, he called me his best buddy! Now...I don’t know much about southerners, but methinks that’s a start.
Sarah stuck her head through the mesh entrance. “Heeey...so only lawyers and criminals know state penal codes. And, well, you’re not exactly either of those. Ya dig? So, I’m going to come straight out and ask: did someone sexually assault you?”
Gigi blinked. She slowly lowered herself into the beer bath as her fling with Twinston flooded her mind. Deeply kissing a man...that she thought was somebody else. Sliding off the boxer-briefs off a man...that she thought was somebody else. And telling that same man that she loved him.
Bubbles rose to the surface. Sarah grabbed Gigi’s shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. Her South Korean roommate was laughing her ass off, one eye twitching.
“Nope!” Gigi lied, shivering. “I willingly gave up my V-Card in a steamy one-night stand!”
***
Ryan blasted a .30-06 round from his Remington 783 bolt-action rifle. The bullet pierced the paper target 100 meters downrange. Heart shot.
Twinston walked into Dam Good Shot Gun Range. He and Ryan had the whole place to themselves on the Monday afternoon of Fall Break.
“Survey says it’s pure!” Twinston declared, slapping ABK’s bag of blue-and-white cocaine on the counter. Teja, their Indian brother, had tested the coke in the science lab that morning. (Meanwhile, Gigi had been sedating Winston in a dental chair a few floors up). The results: the only difference in BDE’s and ABK’s cocaine was the color of Walmart-brand glitter. ABK wasn’t just trying to compete with BDE. They were trying to run them off the fucking block.
“Well, you know what to do,” Ryan said matter-of-factly, racking the slide. “Confront Clyde about this shit head-on.”
“Hell yeah, I gotcha. Uh...should I get Winston to tag along? I reckon we’ll be more intimidatin’ with us both there. We’re the fuckin’ Wonder Twins when it comes to gettin’ shit done.”
Ryan blasted another round and missed his target. “Twinston, do you wanna borrow some mouthwash?”
“Huh?”
“I figure you’ll be needing it to wash the taste of Winston’s dick out of your mouth.”
Ryan racked the slide while Twinston dropped his jaw. But in light of the insult, he closed his mouth. Ryan’s fired again. Headshot.
“You’re BDE’s second-in-command,” Ryan reminded Twinston, holding down a button as the target returned to him. “And I need you to act like it. Deal with Clyde solo.”
The target came into full view. It was a security camera photo of Gigi in her baby-blue evening gown from the Masquerade.
What in the actual fuck? Twinston thought. It finally dawned on him that he had slept with a wanted woman that last weekend. Ryan’s wanted woman.
“Twinston, meet Ji-hye Moon, AKA Gigi. At first, I was pretty fucking pissed that you brought her to the house to fuck her. But after we got some footage, I was able to gather intel from students around campus. Not only is she friends with our very own Winston. But that filthy libtard hippie cunt, Sarah, is Winston’s fuckin’ sister! And not only did these bitches blow up my father’s ashes...they’re taking control of our entire fucking fake ID operation!”
Ryan paused. He unzipped his tote bag and withdrew an Uzi submachine gun with an extended suppressor. Twinston gulped as Ryan racked the slide and aimed at the photo at point-blank range.
“So, uh...what’s the plan?” Twinston stammered. “I mean, we ain’t got beef with Winston now, do we?”
“Word on Greek Row is that Winston and the girls are on the way to his Mama’s house as we speak. In my eyes, he’s harboring fugitives. That poor son of a bitch probably fears for their lives. Ha! Can’t I can’t say I blame him. I’ll be paying Cleft Falls a visit very, very soon.”
Ryan unloaded a 32-round clip into Gigi. 45-caliber rounds peppered the photo from head to toe. Finally, the barrel clicked, smoking and hissing. The photo was reduced to charred dust and ash on the floor.
Ryan fetched the cocaine, shoved his nose straight into the bag, and let out a carnal scream. Twinston slowly backed out of the gun range. He drove straight to the ABK house. But it wasn’t to confront Clyde about his cocaine empire. It was to warn him that Gigi’s life was now in danger. And given the history between Twinston and Gigi, Clyde would be a better man for the job.
***
The four freshmen were off to a late start to the siblings’ hometown of Trinity. Winston and Sarah were to blame. At the Chubby Beaver Cafe, they had challenged each other to a wing-eating contest (vegan wings for Sarah). Gigi had manned the ropes as Winston’s mouth-wiper; Tai as Sarah’s. Winston had won with flying colors. But Sarah hadn’t paid much mind, a lemon pepper smile beaming on her face. All she had cared about was being full.
Gigi and Tai exchanged puzzled looks in the back of Winston’s truck. “Hey!” she piped up. “Didn’t you wanna save room for your mom’s dinner?”
Sarah and Winston burst out laughing. Yes, their mother would be preparing a home-cooked meal from scratch. No, it would not be hamburgers and hot dogs.
“Oh, sweet summer children,” Sarah said condescendingly. She turned around in the passenger seat, her dreadlocks whipping Gigi in the face. “You have no clue, dude and dudette. See, we were born and raised under Mama Beavers. Do you know what that means? Why don’t you explain it to ’em, brother O’ mine?”
“With pleasure, sis! See, Mama Beavers is the most frugal woman on this side of the Mississippi. Prepare for a meal of epic backwoods proportions. Let’s see, Sarah. Do you reckon it’ll be fried gator skins or pickled chicken feet?”
“Oh! Don’t forget boiled okra soaked in fatback. Now that was quite a merry Christmas.”
Tai and Gigi contorted their faces in disgust. Their empty stomachs growled in protest. They hadn’t eaten anything all day.
“Hold tight,” Winston said, pulling up to the ABK frat house. He reached behind his seat and grabbed a wrapped present. A gift for Clyde. After Winston’s beating last week, the ABK president had turned in the Guitar Guys on aggravated assault charges. In return, Winston had torn down the Crenshaw Ave street sign, had fired a couple of pistol rounds into it, and had back-lit it with Christmas tree lights to create a custom neon sign. A rustic addition to Clyde’s man cave.
“Tai, will you go with Winston?” Sarah asked. “Gigi and I need a little girl time.”
Gigi’s antenna shot up. Winston and Tai got out of the car and headed up the driveway, intending to leave the present on their doorstep. Sarah whipped her head back, smacking Gigi with her dreadlocks again. Sarah rattled off questions like an auctioneer with Alzheimer's.
“So, how was it?
What positions did you try?
Were you drunk?
Was he drunk?
Did you use condoms?
How big?
Did it hurt?
Are you on the pill?
Do you need a pregnancy test?
Cut or uncut?”
Gigi flashed crazy eyes and forced a painful smile. She cackled psychotically. “Yes to all of the above!” A lie. “I...lost all control.” That was true.
Winston and Tai hopped back in the truck. “Welp, that’s that,” Winston declared, satisfied. “I think this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful-.”
“Gigi finally got laid!” Sarah blurted out.
***
6 PM: two hours until Ryan’s arrival
It was a painfully awkward car ride after Sarah announced that Gigi was no longer a card-carrying member of the Virginity Club. Gigi fought the urge to reach up front, pull Sarah’s dreads, and slap her to last week. But the passive Gigi merely sank into the hot leather seat while Tai and Sarah engaged in a heated debate about wearing leggings as pants.
“Um...I think you made the wrong turn?” Gigi broke her silence, tapping Winston on the shoulder.
“Nah,” he responded. Nonchalant. Robotic.
Winston pulled into Cleft Falls: a trailer park community in rural Trinity. A one-way bridge crossed the sewage runoff river. Dilapidated trailers were clustered on a small plot of land. Past that: a weed-infested open field as far as the eye could see. At the gated entrance, an old man with a shotgun snoozed in a rocking chair.
“Ay, Chuck!” Winston greeted, rolling his window down. “It’s been a while since-”
Chuck sprang up from his nap and fired birdshot into the air. Tai and Gigi screamed, hitting the floorboard. But Winston and Sarah laughed their asses off as the old man came to.
“Oh, my!” said the old man in a raspy voice. “Winston! Sarah! Hey, everybody, the Beavers are back!”
A flurry of broken screen doors sprang open like the intro to a Disney sing-along. Chuck raised the gate arm to let Winston through. Cautiously, Gigi and Tai sat back up in their seats.
Winston parked in front of the only double-wide trailer in the park. As soon as he stepped out of the truck, two little boys and a girl ran out of the trailer. “Winston’s back, Winston’s back!” they cheered, latching onto his knee and squeezing tightly.
“Oomph! Man, y’all are gettin’ big! Hey, easy now! Bahaha! Remember, hands off the beard!”
The kids wrestled Winston to the ground. Sarah leaned against the truck and crossed her arms with a sour face. Nobody ever paid the village liberal any mind...unless it concerned weed. Even the kids ignored Sarah to play with Gigi’s and Tai’s matching earrings.
“We picked these out together!” Gigi giggled. “Hey, wait! You can’t climb me like - whaaa!”
The three kids scaled Mt. Gigi with ease, reaching past her hair bow for that shiny silver earring. Gigi went tumbling down hard. Suddenly, the kids spotted something behind her, gasped, then sprinted away. A strong, calloused hand pulled Gigi to her feet.
Why...why do Winston’s rough hands turn me on so much?
But it wasn’t Winston. He was standing beside Sarah. The mysterious hand belonged to a short, plump lady in a denim pinafore dress and an ugly mustard flannel. A shaggy mullet that was the same shade as her childrens’ hair. Her rosy baby face formed a buck-toothed smile.
“Whale now!” cackled Velma Beavers. “I shoore hope y’alls hungry! There’s a’plenty chowda t’go ’round!”
7 PM: one hour until Ryan’s arrival
Gigi held her sour stomach on top of the trailer park’s huge dirt mound.
Dinner had been a stunning goat head and rich salmon carcass chowder. Winston and Sarah had defaulted to “We’ll pass, but our friends would love some!” Tai had snapped to the acting role of a lifetime. He’d gracefully dunked the ladle into the pot - only to spoon the chowder straight into the trash when Mama had turned away. Gigi was neither lucky nor skilled. So, she had sliced off a fatty portion of the goat’s cheek to garnish the thick, fishy brine. “It smells delicious!” she had lied, as the eye of the goat head mean-mugged her in that musty, cramped trailer.
Gigi vomited on the hill a third time, coating her tongue with hot stomach acid. There went yesterday’s breakfast. Now, she was starving.
“Ya know you’re sittin’ on a pile of dirt and manure...right?”
It was Winston. He walked up the mound and sat next to her. He scooted close, offering her a light beer and something wrapped in tinfoil. “Here, I whipped this up on Mama’s flat-top grill. It ain’t much, but-”
Gigi ripped open the Steak-Umm sandwich and shoved it into her mouth. She closed her eyes, letting the Grade-D meat, store-brand mayo, and Wonder Bread fill her empty stomach. Drunk food, you never let me down!
“Th-thank you!” Gigi yelped, hiccupping as she wolfed it down. She swiped the glass bottle of Bud Light Lime and took her first-ever sip of beer.
“It ain’t as sweet as that sugary cider,” Winston chuckled. “But we’re in a trailer park so that’s all we got. Now...while you eat, I wanted to have a word with ya.” Gigi nibbled her sandwich and sipped her beer, listening like a good student. “Shit, I feel like your dad,” Winston continued, scratching his head. “Giving you your first beer and...well, talking about...uh, sex. Look, I get it! I can’t be mad at ya for having your first experience and all. I just wanna make sure nobody hurts ya or takes advantage of you. So, I got a little gift for ya.”
“WHAT?!” Gigi choked, spitting out her beer. She looked down at the variety pack of condoms on her lap.
“Look, I know it’s weird,” Winston admitted to a beet-red Gigi. “I just...well, you never know when you’re gonna be in situations where you’ll need one and the guy ain’t got one.”
“Uh...Winston?” Flash floods from her night with Twinston.
“And who’s that type of guy, I reckon you’d ask? Well, I know him. He’s me.”
“Winston, stop.” She recalled when Twinston had pulled out a few seconds too late. After which, he’d fished out 50 bucks from his wallet for a Plan B...
“Okay, okay. One more thing. No means no, ain’t no matter if he’s more revved up than a Rausch engine at a tailgate, in the middle of the Indianapolis-”
Gigi stuffed her steak sandwich into Winston’s blabbering mouth. She gently placed the condoms on his lap while he fought a severe case of lockjaw. “I...I don’t use condoms?” she lied. “I’m on the pill. And I don’t have a boyfriend. It was...um, a one night stand!”
Winston spat out his food at Gigi’s shocking revelations. He cleared his throat, stood up, and chugged the rest of her beer. “I, uh,” Winston stuttered, catching a surprise light beer burp. “I’m gonna...get the guys ready for paintball.” He stumbled down the dirt mound, holding his head down in shame. Then, he straightened his shoulders, staring confidently at the sunset with his back turned.
“Sorry to be all overprotective and shit,” Winston muttered. “It’s just that...well, I’ve got a sister that I love. And I love you like a sister, too.”
Gigi’s heart pounded as Winston headed for the bonfire in the center of the trailer park. Gathered around was an army of rednecks in their 20’s and 30’s, suiting up in paintball gear. Suddenly, Gigi had fleeting psychotic thoughts of snatching a paintball gun and sticking the barrel into Winston’s gasping mouth. “You only love me like a sister?!
“Whale, whale, whale,” cackled Velma from the top of the dirt mound. “I reckon at least one of muh family’s fixin’ ta marry up in this wurrrld. Thasss right. I reckon yew will live in a better place than this. Ain’t dat bad though. Some call’a muh home a trailer park. I like tuh of it as a...modular mansion. Oh! Muh baby said yew fixed his’a broken toof! That was mighty neighborly of ya’s.”
“Oh! It...made me happy to see him smile properly again. Your son is the brother I never had!” With that sudden admission, she politely bowed and headed for the bonfire.
8 PM
The trailer park boys had taken their sweet time drinking light beer and dicking around for an hour. Even Sarah had joined the fray, passing out joints like Willy Wonka. Gigi and Tai were sitting quietly in their lawn chairs, people-watching. “Let’s count how many times they pee on a tree!” Tai had suggested. They had soon run out of fingers and toes and had promptly given up.
“All right, game time!” Winston announced, picking up his paintball gun and firing off a couple shots into the air. They had purposefully delayed the game so that A: it would be darker, and B: they would be buzzed.
“Yee-haw!” cried a Coca-Cola addict with twelve teeth. “I want the purdy Asian gurrrl on muh team.”
“She’s a’mine, asshole!” responded a guy with teeth in the single digits. “I wanna shoot shit wit Miss Jackie Chan.”
Gigi smiled at her admirers, wishing for nothing more than to pull their rotten teeth and replace them with new veneers. Such a skill was beyond her reach...now.
“Man, y’all stop that fuckin’ nonsense!” Winston commanded, firing paintballs at a nearby tree. They exploded into glow-in-the-dark neon splatters. Soon, this entire park would turn into a meth-fueled rave. “Y’all know the routine already. Everybody open your hopper and look at your match. If the match has been lit, then you are it.
Fear drove Gigi to open her hopper first. Pulling out a fresh match, she slumped into her lawn chair like a proud dad after a good yard-mowing. She panned across the bonfire to see similar reactions from Winston, Sarah, then the snaggle-toothed trailer park boys.
Tai slowly backed away from the bonfire.
“Oh, my duuude!” Sarah crooned. She fetched a joint and placed it between Tai’s quivering lips. “Better toke up while you can. Should help with the gnarly pain that you’re about to experience!”
“All righty, then,” Winston called out, swiveling around to his teammates. “Y’all know the drill. Tai gets a two-minute head start. Starting-” Winston swiped the pistol from Gigi’s purse and fired a real gunshot. “-now!”
Tai shrieked, then jetted off into the woods. Winston and the gang laughed their asses off while a furious Gigi balled her small fists. She swiped her .22 back and kicked Winston in the shin.
“Ow, okay! Damn, Gigi...my bad!”
“I won’t sit idly by and witness my fraternal sibling mold his advanced bipedal hominid behavior into that of an ancestral neanderthal!”
Blank stares from everyone. Drool dripped down the meth heads’ mouths.
“I mean...I love you like a brother too!” Gigi announced to the world.
Meanwhile, Tai weaved between trees. He heard the burst-fire of paintball guns as the meth heads riled themselves up. Then, he stumbled over a gnarled tree root, plowing into a man wearing all black.
“Yo, shitskin.”
Ryan Hughes smacked Tai in the head with his Uzi, knocking him out.
After the two-minute countdown, Winston and Gigi cut their headlamps on and approached the woods. Unlike previous years, Sarah dragged her feet behind her brother, staring at the ground.
“Come on, scout,” Winston said, turning around to her sister. It was tradition for her to rustle bushes, scaring out prey for Winston to unload on.
“You don’t need me, bro,” Sarah said, smiling weakly.
“Sis...”
“Yo, Sarah!” a meth head called from further down the treeline. “Help us flank him from down yonder. And bring that kush witcha!”
Sarah took a deep breath, letting out a pilates sigh. “I’ll admit: I don’t dig this at all. Gigi and I sharing joint sisterhood with you, that is. Roomie, I never thought I’d say this...but I wish you two were in love instead.”
Sarah walked off. Winston’s headlamp illuminated the shock and awe on Gigi’s face. She quickly shut their lights off, then began choking on tears in the dark.
“Gigi, no - it’s all right, buddy,” Winston consoled her. He dropped his gun and pulled her into a hug.
“I’m...I’m ruining everything!” Gigi whispered, sobbing into Winston’s shoulder. “First, I ruined your brotherhood with the frat. And now, I’m ruining your sisterhood. I...can’t stop ruining your life.”
Winston cradled Gigi’s chin in the crick of his neck. He softly ran his fingertips up and down the petite girl’s spine. Gigi moaned softly, submitting to the harrowing strength of his arms. She pressed her ear against Winston's chest, listening to his sputtering heartbeat.
“If this is you ruining my life,” Winston began, “then please keep doing it.”
Winston released Gigi from his embrace. He reached up to her face to wipe a tear - but poked her eye instead.
“Eeek!” Gigi gasped.
“Ah, shit,” Winston muttered nervously. “Now if that ain’t some pure-tea-mouth-full-of-dick garbage. Fuck, I ain’t too good with words. Or aim. I-I’m sorry.”
“Well, that’s quite all right!” Gigi cheered confidently. “Because you just said the only words that matter. You gave me permission to ruin your life! And you. Can’t. Backpedal.”
Winston’s and Gigi’s phones vibrated. A text from Tai. Your buddies flanked me. I’m by the sewer. Met me there.
“How the fuck did they reach him so fast?” Winston thought out loud. “Come on, Ji-hye.”
He...finally called me Ji-hye?!
Winston grabbed Gigi’s clammy hand and led the way through a labyrinth of gnarled roots and fresh spider webs. His stomping grounds for the past 18 years. Winston’s first kiss, first cigarette, and first taste of moonshine had all happened within this quarter-mile radius. All on the same day. When he was nine.
But no premature life experiences could prepare Winston for what he saw next. Tai lay face down on the ground in handcuffs. Towering over him was Ryan in all black, pointing a modded Uzi at Tai’s head.
“Whoa, what the fuck?!” Winston spat. Instinctively, he reached down where his paintball gun should have been. But he had been holding Gigi’s trembling hand instead. They had left their guns behind.
“I’m here for my bounty, Brother,” Ryan declared, beckoning Gigi with his Uzi. “Do you have any idea how much fucking shame she brought on my dad and our frat?” Gigi panned over to Winston, her face ghostly-white. “Not only did this yellow-bone slut defile my father’s ashes,” Ryan continued. “But she, along with this faggot over here, and your libtard sister stole our fucking fake IDs and kept the profits!”
“Winston, I’m fucking sorry, man!” Tai bawled, curling up in a fetal position.
Now Winston’s skin went pale. His allies’ betrayal was somehow more jarring than Ryan with a gun. Unlike this morning’s prank (commissioned for pure fun), Sarah, Tai, and Gigi had just stabbed a knife in Winston’s back and twisted it with a smile.
Winston released Gigi’s hand.
“Wise choice, Brother,” Ryan sneered, pointing the laser sight at Gigi’s forehead. “Now...walk forward, you fucking bitch!”
Gigi’s shoulders stiffened. Her large black pupils were resigned to death. She tossed a feeble smile Winston’s way. “W-what do you think we should do...brother?” A final attempt to muster what little sympathy Winston had left.
“I’m no brother of yours.”
“Please!” Gigi panted. “I was poor and desperate, and I really needed the money!”
BRRRAT-AT-AT.
A flurry of silenced Uzi rounds peppered a nearby tree, causing Gigi to shriek. Tai placed his mouth against the ground and wailed, knowing good and well he would be killed on the spot if he alerted the others.
“I guess karma’s a bitch after all,” Gigi whispered as a wet spot slowly formed on her jeans.
“Enough yapping, dumb bitch!” Ryan bellowed. “Get the fuck over here.”
Suddenly, Winston reared back and smacked Gigi in the face, sending her to the dirt.
“You fucking heard her, you goddamn double-crossing cunt!” With his steel-toed boot, Winston kicked Gigi in the stomach, causing her to lurch as she prostrated herself. As a million thoughts flashed through her mind, one stuck out.
Winston’s faking it? He must be faking it! Right?!
But fear struck the hopeful Gigi as Winston pulled out his Swiss Army knife. Even Ryan stared in confusion as he lifted her shirt up to reveal her slim waist.
“Bitch ain’t worth the fuckin’ bullet,” Winston snarled. “I’m gonna gut her like a fucking pig!” He pressed the tip of the cold blade on the smooth, pale skin just above her navel. Gigi sucked her stomach in, staring up at him with pleading puppy-dog eyes. He’s faking it, he’s faking it, he’s faking it! But the red-hot fiery pain that shot through her body was very real. A faint trail of blood followed Winston’s knife from her belly button to the cup of her lacy, black bra. A surface cut that ruined her immaculate porcelain skin.
The agnostic Gigi closed her eyes, murmuring a silent prayer as tears rolled down. But Winston spat in her face, breaking her trance.
Fuck it! Let’s toss her in the goddamn sewer and let her rot with the shit and needles.”
Ryan narrowed his eyes, signaling both respect and approval. “G-goddamn, Brother. Now that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about. Talk about a clever way to hide this bitch’s body!”
“Ain’t no cop in the world gonna search a trailer park sewer,” Winston sneered.
“Jesus Christ, what the fuck’s wrong with you, you fucking bastard?!” Tai blurted out.
“Shut the fuck up, you babbling fucking faggot!” Winston yelled. Taking out his frustration, he snatched Gigi’s ponytail and dragged her through the mud toward the sewer. She kicked, screamed, and gnashed her teeth as she felt the roots of her hair being pulled out. Tai’s helpless hand reached out for Gigi as they passed him.
“Go on, pick it up,” Winston commanded, pointing down at the manhole cover. “You made your bed. Now fucking lie in it.”
Gigi sucked in a breath and slowly knelt down to slide the cover off. As she struggled to lift, Winston noticed that she was no longer crying. In his eyes, she was holding onto some vain hope that this was all an act. Or that she would wake up from this nightmare soon.
“Yo, Ryan!” Winston called out, as Gigi set the manhole cover aside. “What d’ya say after this, we drive over to her mom’s house and wine and dine the bitch? After we’ve had our fun, we can snap her neck and toss the old hag down here with her daughter.”
Gigi’s face twisted into a look of horror that was simply inhuman. Her tears flowed freely again. Even Ryan’s hands trembled as he steadied his gun. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Winston,” he whispered, excited and hesitant. “Her mom’s that fuckable, huh?”
“Nah. But once she sees that gun, I reckon she’ll be willing to try on her daughter’s lingerie. If we ask politely.”
“This…is real,” Gigi mouthed through chapped lips and a hoarse throat. The hyperventilating, blubbering girl managed one last breath.
“I...f-f-fucking hate you, W-w-winston.”
Winston shoved Gigi into the sewer. A silent 50-foot drop. Tai buried his face into dead leaves, wailing like a dying animal.
“No fuckin’ witnesses,” Ryan muttered, cocking his Uzi. Tai’s short life flashed before him as the red-dot sight blinded his eyes.
“FUCKING COCKSUCKERS!!!”
Suddenly, a screaming man burst from the woods and tackled Ryan to the ground. A flurry of Uzi rounds pierced the air. Coming to his senses, Winston dived on top of Tai, shielding him from any stray bullets.
“Winston, what the fuck man?!” Tai screamed, ignoring the two mens’ struggle beside them.
“She’ll be fine, roomie,” Winston stammered, tears welling up at Gigi’s last statement. He averted his gaze to see that the mystery man had won the struggle. The man stood up with the Uzi barrel at Ryan’s head. Emphasis on ‘stood up’, because that man was Alpha Beta Kappa’s very own Clyde Crenshaw.
“Fuck me, I don’t know what the fuck to ask you first,” Winston groaned, pushing himself to his feet. Sure enough, Winston was stuck between How in the sam fuck did you know we were here? and How in the sam fuck are you walking? But none of that mattered now. Winston limped over to the sewer entrance and called out. “Gigi! Can you hear me?”
A soft voice echoed from below. “Mmm...wha...I...I’m here. What...what h-happened? What’s...going on? So soft...”
“Winston, you fucking traitor!” Ryan spat. Clyde pressed his Converse onto the back of Ryan’s neck - gun at the ready.
An explanation: Cleft Falls was North Carolina’s largest dumping ground of used mattresses. In the dead of night, drivers would back their trucks up to the sewage canals to heave their beds overboard. Twin, queen, and even king-sized mattresses would make the long, filthy trek down the sewage runoff, backing up to this sewer entrance. Winston’s mom would beg her young son to play outside while she brought over new men to the trailer. Young Winston’s favorite passtime? Stacking mattresses 10 layers high, climbing up the ladder, and swan-diving from the top.
As part of Winston’s plan, those mattresses had broken Gigi’s fall.
“Thank fucking God you’re alive!” Winston yelled, tears streaming down his face. “You’re safe now. No one can hurt you anymore. Clyde, I reckon you’ve called the cops?”
“You’ve reckoned right, Brother,” Clyde responded, calling him that just to piss Ryan off.
“Fuck you!” Ryan scoffed. “I swear I’ll fucking kill all of you!”
“Good,” Winston responded to Clyde, ignoring his former brother. His tears dripped down the long, dark descent, sprinkling onto Gigi’s face.
“It’s...raining?” Gigi asked, slipping in and out of consciousness on an old, surprisingly comfy, Tempur-Pedic.
Tai came up from behind and swung his handcuffed arms in front of Winston, playfully choking him. “That’s not rain! Hey Gigi, Winston is crying for ya! Remember, he loves you like a quote-unquote brother!”
“Ah, fuck me,” Winston chuckled, exasperated.
“Hey, Gigi, did you hear that?” Tai yelled again. “Winston wants you to-WAH!”
Winston shoved Tai into the sewer to join Gigi on Mattress Mountain.
***
Cop cars lit up the trailer park as Winston, Gigi, Tai, and Sarah stood outside the entrance. A shivering Gigi huddled for warmth beneath Winston’s childhood fleece blanket. Turns out those old, rotten mattresses had been soaking in every form of mystery liquid in the sewer. The smell was rancid. An equally-rancid Tai distanced himself from Gigi while he recapped the incident to Sarah. Winston stood behind Gigi with his arms wrapped around her waist. Gigi fell asleep standing up, snoring gently as he rested his hand on her scar.
“Whoa, that’s fucking gnarly!” Sarah reacted with dilated pupils. “Shit, I sure did pick a bad time to get high with the other guys.”
“You what?!” Winston and Tai’s voices cracked.
Sarah shrugged. Then, a tall, muscular guy approached. “Whoa, you’re...walking?! Fuuuck, how high am I?”
No-longer-permanently-seated Clyde joined the circle. He crossed his arms, admiring his own two perfectly-working legs.
“Look, this stays between you and me,” Clyde mumbled in his deep, baritone voice. “If word gets around to the other brothers…” He hissed as he dragged a finger across his neck.
“Hey man, we owe you our fuckin’ life,” Winston said, squeezing Gigi’s waist tightly as her breathing quickened. “Your paraplegic secret's safe with us. But...how in the sam fuck did you know to come here?”
Clyde’s stone-sour face formed a twisted smile. “I’ll spare you the details, but...Twinston tipped me off.”
Gigi was still fast asleep in Winston’s arms, and it was probably for the best that she was unable to react to such news. “I see,” Winston responded. “Shiiiet. He is my better half, after all.”
Clyde nodded, then walked toward his truck. Through the windows, they saw the custom paraplegic hand controls. A reminder that Clyde would now be returning to his wheelchair-bound self.
“Winston! Oh muh lawd, muh baby!”
A tearful Velma rushed Winston and Gigi, gripping them in a bear hug that only a Mama could muster. Gigi gasped, awakened from a dream of Winston spooning her on a floating mattress in the sky.
“Ahm so glad y’all’s okay!” Velma continued, showering her son with kisses. Tai grinned at a frustrated Sarah, who threw her hands in the air.
“Hey, what about me, Mom?” Sarah complained. “I got so high that I got lost in the shower! Why don’t I get any fucking love around here?”
“Muh sweet daughter, of course ya do! H’why, I reckon you’ll get plenty of lovin’ from the guys tonight! There’s a gig of trailer park boys just a’sleepin’ in your old childhood room as we speak.”
“WHAT?!” Sarah sprinted toward Velma’s trailer, hell-bound to get to those meth heads before they raided her panty drawer. Or worse: before they found her secret stash of California kush. Tai, Sarah’s closest ally, chased after her.
Winston, Gigi, and Velma made small talk about their Michelin-star dinner. Then, a five-year-old neighborhood boy approached. Gigi stopped laughing, analyzing the boy’s mutated facial features. Cleft palate. Severe underbite. Angular cheilitis.
“I’m vewy sowry for evewything. I hope you come back see us.”
Gigi crossed her arms and bowed, her huge brown eyes beaming pitifully. “I promise when I get my dental degree, I will return and fix everybody’s teeth for free!”
“Pwahmise?” the boy responded in wonder. Even Velma flashed a toothy grin at such a grand proposition.
“If I don’t, Winston has to kiss me!”
“Ewww, cooties!” the boy cringed. He turned around and sprinted off toward Velma’s modular mansion: the home base for all kids in the trailer park.
Velma leaned forward and gave Winston a quick peck on the cheek. “Stole ya kiss, Gigi! So long, son. I luh ya’s.”
Velma left for her trailer. The cop cars finally peeled out, heading for the county jail. Winston and Gigi stood alone at that trailer park entrance. As a cool breeze hit, she pulled his blanket over her shoulders. She closed her big brown eyes, leaning forward for a kiss.
Winston placed a hand on Gigi’s shoulder, signaling her to stop. Her eyes shot open, and she shuffled back. “Oh! I’m...sorry! I failed to discern that the atmosphere of such a…rustic locale may sap the romance from a potential initial kiss! And fail to mention will I not the fact that I was stranded in a sewage depository! And...that I may or may have soiled myself…”
But it wasn’t the location or the smell that stopped Winston from kissing her. He took a deep breath and placed both hands on Gigi’s shoulders like a fourth-down huddle.
“Look at me,” Winston began. “Aside from this whole...fake ID debacle, is there anything else I need to know about?”
Gigi’s heart sank. She audibly gulped. Winston’s suspicions were correct, and all she could think about was Winston’s prized gun marinating at the bottom of Rumwood Lake. The lost gun that caused him so many sleepless nights - that prompted him to flat-out buy a new gun that he re-gifted to her, of all people.
After tonight’s battle, Gigi was in no condition to bury it in her conscience.
“Ji-hye,” Winston repeated her real name again, attempting to calm down the twitchy-eyed girl. “I just need to make sure I’m gonna be able to trust you.”
“I’m so sorry!” Gigi cried out. She buried her face in his chest and confessed the ‘where’, ‘when’, and ‘why’ of his prized Colt Single-Action Army revolver. But as she wound down her colorful story, Winston wasn’t seething. He was...grinning mischievously.
“Mom, now!” Winston called out.
Winston broke away from Gigi’s embrace, and Velma fired a pair of paintballs at center mass. Brilliant neon splatters coated Gigi’s small breasts in a dazzling display of sweet, sweet revenge.
Gigi’s jaw hit the floor. Then, with a bashful smile, she opened her mouth to speak.
“First rule of paintball,” chanted Winston, Gigi, and Velma in unison. “Never trust anybody.”
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2020.10.01 08:22 morgansicksadwrld Secret sex in bathroom

24 motives, 24 names🦆 (The secret is to not reveal why you put them)
1- the last person u talked to 2- an online friend 3- crush/bf/gf 4- first crush 5- last person u hugged 6- best guy friend 7- a male friend 8- person who always makes u laugh 9- person u never thought u‘d make friends with 10- a female friend 11- best person you got to know this year 12- best girl friend 13- the person u trust the most 14- last person u said „i love you“ to 15- somebody you miss 16- somebody u hate 17- best teacher 18- last person you kissed 19- an important person for you 20- person who hurts you 21- best cousin 22- an ex 23- last person you payed a lunch for 24- would u date the person who sent u this?
ONLY ASK FOR IT IF YOURE GONNA DO IT
Initial of the last person you: 1. Called 2. Crushing on 3. Kissed 4. Messaged 5. Made you laugh 6. Fucked
drop emoji for the questions
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over the summer will you : 1.Lose your virginity 2.Go to a party 3.Have a all nighter 4.Be a hoe 5.Stay single or taken 6.Get drunk 7.Have a car 8.Host a party 9.Have a job 10.Go out the country 11.Go to the beach 12.Smoke sumn 13. Fight somebody 14.Sneak into the movies 15.Play hide and seek in Walmart at night 16.Sneak out the house 17.Have a sneaky link up DROP AN EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS
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WASSCRACCIN LET US KNOW 🙈

  1. Message to your last vibe?
  2. Message to your current vibe?
  3. Message to your last body?
  4. Oldest you’ll fw/date?
  5. Youngest you’ll fw/date?
  6. Initials of someone you wanna fucc?
  7. How many people on your finsta did you fucc?
  8. Got a crush?
  9. Ever have a sneaky link?
  10. Message to your crush?
  11. What age did you lose ya virginity at?
  12. When was the last time you fucced?
  13. Give head or receive head?
  14. Single, talking, cuffed, or chilling?
  15. You smoke/drink?
  16. Regret an ex?
  17. Take an ex bacc?
  18. Initial of the last person you texted?
  19. Would you date the person that sent you this?
  20. Are you friends with the person who sent you this?
  21. Would you fucc the person who sent you this?
Drop an emoji for the QUESTIONS 🤷🏾‍♂️
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LETS HAVE A SEX TALK 🤪 1.What age did you lose your v card ? 2.How long has it been since you last had sex ? 3.Rough or slow? 4.Weirdest place you’ve had sex ? 5.Had sex in the back seat of a car? 6.Had sex with a person whose name you didn’t know? 7.Taken a pregnancy test? 8.Would you ever have gay or lesbian sex ? 9.Faked an orgasm ? 10.Favorite type of foreplay? 11.Would you use objects in sex such as whips, handcuffs, etc ? 12.Light on or off during sex? 13.How many rounds can you go? 14.Do you regret your last body? 15.First letter of last body? 16.Body part of opposite sex that turns you on the most? 17.Sex with the person who sent this to you?
If you aren’t scared to play, drop an emoji 🤷🏾‍♀️
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spam talk 😳:
  1. would you fw smb in yo spam ?
  2. like anybody in yo spam ?
  3. cutest follower?
  4. would you fuck anybody in you spam ?
  5. how many people in yo spam have you kissed ? 6.how many of your friends are in yo spam ? 7.dislike anybody in yo spam ? 8.lost bond(s) with anybody in you spam ?
  6. most active follower(s)
  7. made new friends from your spam ?
  8. how long have you had this spam ?
  9. you have a private spam ?
  10. how many followers have you kissed in general ?
  11. fucked any spam followers ?
  12. @ yo fav spam ?
  13. would you fw the person who send this ? DROP A EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS 🦋
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Let’s be honest: Innocent Freaks Edition 1. ever had a fuckbuddy?👥 2. Had a bf/gf before? 3. Are you bold through the phone?📲 4. Had a sneaky/nasty linkup before? 5. Your friends call you a freak? 6. Have options? Side hoes? 7. Virgin?🤭 8. Ever snuck anyone in/out before? 9. Daydream? 💭 10. Ever gotten a hickey? 11. Caught feelings with someone you know you shouldn’t have?🤷🏽‍♀️ 12. Ever regretted linking up?❌ 13. Do you have strict parents? 14. People tell you they “didn’t know you were like that” 15. Call yourself a child of god?👼🏽 16. Have an eyes only?👀 17. Ever done something bold under the influence? 18. Made out with anyone?💋 19. What’s your weak spot? 20. Would you fuck the person who sent you this? DROP AN EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS🥵‼️
😳 WHAT HAVE YOU DONE... lowkey wild edition NEW ONE
  1. have you snuck out?
  2. have you lied to your parents about where you’re going?
  3. made out on public?
  4. made out in a car?
  5. done freaky shit at school?
  6. done freaky shit inna bathroom?
  7. given/received head?
  8. given/received hickeys?
  9. done anything smoking/drug related at school?
  10. drank underage without permission?
  11. given someone a fake number?
  12. been bold over the phone?
  13. thought about hooking up with any of your friends?
  14. put one of their initials
  15. thought about what itd be like to date any of your friends?
  16. put one of their initials
  17. innocence level 1-10 (10 being very innocent)
  18. turned someone into a freak?
  19. been turned into a freak by someone?
  20. would you kiss the person who sent you these questions? and rate em 1-10
comment an emoji for the questions and answer em 😤😤
Turn offs in a partner ! ✅=yes ❌=no 1. bad odor 2. smoking 3. swearing 4.drinking/smoking 5.drugs 6.bad breath 7. ear piercing / face piercing 8. bad teeth 9. cheating 10.acne 11. aggressiveness 12. clumsy 13.lazy 14. friendly 15. secretive / private 16. overprotective 17.loud 18. cry baby 19. arguments 20 toxic 21. clingy 22.unfit 23. accent 24.attitude DROP EMOJI FOR QUESTIONS!
Crazyy Secrets😘... (finsta edition) 1. where did you lose your v-card? house/caetc 2. virgin? 3. @ someone you miss 4. ever went w/one of friends ex? 5. ever cheated? 6. who’s your cutest friend?(be honest no one will ever know lol) 7. @ someone who’s playing 8. what is the name of the last person you fw or who you fw now? 9. @ someone who’s for the streets 10. what’s your snap score? 11. how many niggas/bitches in your phone? 12. @ someone you want a relationship with? 13. ever watched porn? 14. is your butt big or little? 15. do you like to be talked to during sex🧐? y’all know the drill, drop an emoji & ill dm you the questions 🤧
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how heartless are u ? 💔 .... 1. ever got back with someone to break their heart ? 2. do u still follow your ex’s ? 3. do u still talk to your ex’s ? 4. would break up with / not fight for someone even if they are your happy place ? 5. would you answer if your ex called you ? 6. do you let people explain themselves ? 7. do you argue ? block ? or mute messages ? 8. lead people on with no intentions of pursuing them ? 9. last time you told someone you loved them ? 10. how long does it take you to move on 11. Would you fw the person who sent you this ? drop emoji for questions
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SPAM SECRETS
1) Do you think anyone in your spam is fine 2) Have you ever daydreamed about fucking someone in your spam 3) Do you think the person that sent you this is cute 4) Is anyone you hate in your spam 5) Has your spam ever gotten you caught up 6) Do you make indirect post at someone 7) Has someone in your spam ever hurt you 8) Have you ever hurt someone in your spam 9) Are you comfortable with who follows you 10) Would you have sex with the person that sent you this
comment emoji for questions ✍🏽
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never have i ever innocent edition😳
🥺 - never 🥵 - i have
  1. smoked or vaped
  2. skipped school
  3. snuck out of the house
  4. failed a class
  5. gotten a dentention
  6. drank alcohol
  7. had a bf/gf
  8. had sex
  9. kissed someone
  10. gotten high
  11. been to a club
  12. gotten a fake id
  13. got kicked out of class
  14. cheated on a test
  15. started a rumor about someone
  16. Would you fuck who sent you this ( 🥵 for yea and 🥺 for no )
drop an emoji for the questions🙊
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IN THE PASS TWO MONTHS HAVE YOU 👀👀 1. have you had sex ? 2. gotten a hickey ? 3. snuck out ? 4. did anything sexual ? 5. had a nasty kiss ? 6. flirted with someone ? 7. went to a party ? 8. cheated on someone ? 9. gotten head ? 10. talked to your ex ?
drop an emoji for questions
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Let’s admit it ... dumb bitch edition 🤣!...
  1. regretted sex ?
  2. cried over somebody who didn’t give a fuck about you ?
  3. who was your first heartbreak ?
  4. were you ever used as a rebound ?
  5. have you ever rebounded ?
  6. fell for somebody who didn’t like you back ?
  7. went back to somebody who fucked you over multiple times ?
  8. hooked up with an ex ?
  9. have you ever gotten cheated on ?
  10. cheated on somebody ?
  11. talked to somebody who was already in a relationship ?
  12. got with somebody to make somebody else jealous , but they didn’t care 🤣?
  13. have you ever fw your ex’s homeboy/girl ?
  14. double texted and still got left on read ?
  15. fought over a boy/girl ?
  16. lost friends over a girl/boy ?
  17. if your ex hit you up .. would you take them back?
  18. fucked with your friends ex ? DROP AN EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS 😌
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Message to:
  1. To ur ex/last crush
  2. To ur haters
  3. To ur future bf/gf
  4. To ur friends
  5. To the one who secretly loves you
  6. To ur crush
  7. To ur future kids
  8. To all the nosy ass people
  9. To me
  10. To ur ex friend
Drop an emoji for the questions!
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FOR THE STREETS don’t ask for questions if you aren’t gonna do them😛😛 1.)what’s your body count 2.)how many girls/boys have you kissed 3.)single or taken 4.)what’s your type 5.)last person you kissed (initials) 6.)have you ever been in love 7.)how many kids do you want 8.)are you in love Right now 9.)what’s your snap score 10.) if ur a girl- how many boys on ur snap bff list 11.) Do you miss your ex? 12.)who was your 8th grade crush (initials) 13.)have you ever sent nudes 14.) are your parents divorced 15.) who do you have your eye on (initials) 16.) have you ever cheated 17.) do you like the person who sent you these questions ? drop an emoji for the questions😅
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Lets get personal👀
  1. Was the last person you kissed a good kisser?
  2. How old are you?
  3. Do you miss an old relationship?
  4. What was the last text you sent?
  5. Ever sexted?
  6. Are you a virgin?
  7. Do you currently like somebody?
  8. Have you ever had a one night stand?
  9. Favorite position?
  10. Are you gay/straight/bisexual?
  11. Would you have sex with the person who sent you this?
Drop an emoji and i’ll DM the questions.
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Spread to all SPAMS!!!🚨 ( whoever doesn’t complete is pussy🤷🏾‍♂️) 1. had sex in a public place? 2. regretted giving someone head? 3. kissed someone of the same gender? 4. swallowed cum? 5. had sex in a car? 6. had a threesome? 7. where did you lose your virginity?/ what age? 8. fucked raw? 9. got caught fucking? 10. used toys? 11. weren’t satisfied with sex? 12. Ever masturbated? 13. gotten nutted in/nutted in someone? 14. didn’t cum? 15. would you fuck the person who sent it to you? 16. Craziest place you’ve had sex? 17. Body count? 18. Freakiest thing you’ve ever done? 19. Cheated? 20. Favorite position? 21. Last time you had sex? 22.Freaky or innocent? 23.Ever sent nudes? 24.Ever recorded sex? 25.Phone sex? 26.Prefer to give or receive head? Comment an emoji for the questions 🥴
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12 secrets 🤫 1.) @ sb you think is fine 2.) @ sb you are close to 3.) last message you sent ? 4.) number ? 5.) iPhone or droid? 6.) first letter of the person name u would fuck? 7.) first letter of sb you love ? 8.) last time you masterbated ? 9.) last time you got head ? 10.) first time getting head? 11.) have you ever had hoes ? 12.) would you fuck the person that send you this ? drop a emoji for the questions 🤭
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Your Love Life Questions🥰👀 1. Taken, Single, or Talking? 2. When was the last time you were in a relationship? 3. Are you in a relationship now? 4. @ your crush 5. You know somebody who want you? 6. Rate your love life 1-10. 7. You be screwin? 8. Are you happy in your current relationship? 9. You miss one of your previous relationships? 10. Are you the jealous type? 11. Do you consider yourself controlling? 12. Your parents know about your relationship or the person you like? 13. Do you want a relationship? 14. You want to get married? 15. What song you want to dance to with your husband/wife at your wedding? 16. What age range you want to get married at? 17. What age was you allowed to start dating? 18. What is the oldest you would date? 19. What is the youngest you would date? 20. What’s the hardest thing about dating you? 21. Why you not in a relationship now? DROP EMOJI FOR QUESTIONS!😗
BOUT TO GET DEEP ON THIS SPAM‼️🤭
  1. have feelings for anyone ?
  2. single ? if so why ?
  3. do you like your body ?
  4. do you have a lot of friends ? yes or no & why ?
  5. what happened to your old friends ?
  6. do you miss them ?
  7. why is your ex bestfriend your ex bestfriend ?
  8. how many people you talk to ?
  9. why did your last relationship end ?
  10. who’s your favorite person ?
  11. who’s your favorite female ?
  12. note to yourself ?
  13. are you toxic ?
  14. do you hold grudges ?
comment an emoji for the questions💞
TELL US ABOUT YOUR DECISIONS 🤣
  1. would you give head?
  2. are you loyal?
  3. would you take ya ex/last boo back?
  4. are you single?
  5. do you like kissing?
  6. yo peoples fw your boo?
  7. you like ya relationships private or public
  8. would you rather have a relationship or 1 night stand?
  9. do you fw ya last boo/ex?
  10. when the last time you been onna date?
  11. would you be down for 5 rounds in one night?
  12. How long was your last relationship?
  13. what’s your favorite position?
  14. would you make out with a stranger for $100?
  15. would you rather be drunk or high?
  16. would you care if your significant other wanted to have a 3 some ?
  17. would you date someone with a body count over 6?
  18. would you rather give head or receive head?
  19. would you kiss and tell?
  20. would you have sex with the same sex?
  21. would you fuck the person who sent you this?
DROP AN EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS !!
questions for the girls🤯 1. sexuality? 2. if you were a man for a day.. what would you do? 3. virgin? 4. do you prefer tampons or pads? 5. would you suck diCk? 6. have you ever sent someone a ‘naughty’ picture? 7. are you interested in “netflix & chill”? 8. what is 1 thing that gives you butterflies? 9. where is ur favorite spot to be kissed? 10. would you ever go skinny dipping? 11. hot showers or bubble baths? 12. where do you like to be touched? 13. do you like your hair pulled? 14. do you like giving or receiving hickies? 15. what age did you loose your virginity? 16. is there anything you’re too nervous to tell someone about? 17. what are you thinking about right now? 18. would you fuck one of ur closest friends family members? 19. ever cheated? 20. whats your favorite pair of underwear? 21. what is your biggest turn on? 22. what is your biggest turn off?
COMMENT A EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS
26 Letters, 26 Answers😝✌🏾 A-Are you a virgin? B-Bestfriend? C-Can you remember the last time you got high? D-Did the person that sent you this ever did you wrong? E-Ethnicity? F-Forgive and Forget? G-Good vibes with the last person you texted? H-Hate anyone? I-If you could go ANYWHERE, where would you go? J-Jealous of anyone? K-Killed anybody? L-Last time you smoked? M-Married or single? N-Now don’t be cappin, are you a virgin? O-Ohh, what’s your favorite movie? P- Be bold, tag the person you want to fuck. Q-Quarantine, how is it? R-Remember the last time you partied? S-Simply explain where you see yourself in 10 years. T-Tag the last person you sent a DM to. U-Uncommon thing you do? V-Very nice or very mean? W-What are your future kids names? X-Xrays for a broken bone? Y-Does the person you want to fuck want to fuck you too? Z- Would you fuck who sent this to you?
COMMENT AN EMOJI FOR QUESTIONS.
my abc’s 🤪 a: are you single? b: boy best friend? c: crushes initials? d: drink you had last? e: ever said ily without meaning it? f: favorite attribute of yourself? g: girl best friend? h: have you ever said something you regret? to who? i: in love? with who? j: job you want? k: known as which friend in your friend group? l: longest relationship? m: memory you love? n: (in) need of what? o: opportunity you want in life? p: person you know a secret about q: question you wanna ask the person who sent you this r: regret any relationships? s: song you last listened to? t: time you woke up today? u: ugliest person you know? v: virgin? w: who do you dislike (initials) x: xylophone? yes or no? y: your last hug&kiss? z: zodiac sign? COMMENT AN EMOJI IF YOU WANT YOUR ABC’S
GET INTOOO IT ! 🙊💦💕 1. ⁠single , taken , or complicated ? 2. ⁠you a virgin ? 3. ⁠last time you got a hickey ? 4. ⁠last time you tongue kissed ? (with who) 5. ⁠best kisser ? 6. ⁠ever had yo titties sucked/sucked titties? 7. ⁠top or bottom? 8. ⁠IF you ever cheated who would know about it ? 9. ⁠sexiest girl on your spam ? 10. ⁠sexiest boy on your spam? 11. ⁠would you eat coochie ? 👀 12. ⁠would you suck dick ? 👀 13. ⁠craziest place you wanna have sex? GO AHEAD AND COMMENT AN EMOJI FOR THE QUESTIONS ❤
So far in 2020 have you: 1 ⇾ kissed someone 2 ⇾ smoked 3 ⇾ got drunk 4 ⇾ had sex 5 ⇾ went to a party 6 ⇾ hugged someone 7 ⇾ got back with an ex 8 ⇾ kissed someone of the same gender 9 ⇾ lied to someone 10 ⇾ snuck out 11 ⇾ lost a friend 12 ⇾ got in a fight 13 ⇾ been sick 14 ⇾ gave head 15 ⇾ got head 16 ⇾ done something you regret 17 ⇾ got a new job 18 ⇾ got into a relationship 19 ⇾ made a new friend 20 ⇾ been on a date Comment an emoji for the questions𑁍
HOWS LOVE FOR YOU... 🥰😼 don’t ask for questions if you aren’t going to do them (finsta edition) 1.Do you like someone? 2.Have you and the person ever kissed? ^ 3.How many real relationships have you been in? 4.Have you ever been in love? 5.Are you in love now? [email protected] your crush(if you have one) 7.If you dont^ @ someone who’s cute 8.Are you ready to be in a relationship? 9.How long was your longest relationship? 10.How toxic are you in a scale from 1-10? 11.Whats the most toxic thing you’ve ever done? 12.freaky or innocent? [email protected] someone you want to be freaky with [email protected] 5 people that you love 15.What sign do you think you’ll last with? 16.Have you ever messed with someone the same sign as you? 17.Do you have trust issues 18.If your crush/person you think is cute was to ask you out rn what would you say? COMMENT AN EMOJI FOR QUESTIONS 😼
the hardest questions you’ll ever have to answer! 1. Are you happy? 2. Are you single/taken? 3. Are you a bad person? 4. Do you get mad easily? 5. Do you get annoyed easily? 6. Do you get easily attached? 7. Do you cry easily? 8. Do you miss someone right now? 9. Would you call yourself toxic? 10. If yes, name one toxic thing you’ve done? 11. Are you in love? 12. Crush? 13. Best friend? 14. Would you be friends with yourself if you could? drop an emoji for the questions
No pussy’s🤪 (FOR THE GIRLS) 1.where’d you lose your virginity 2.ever have a pregnancy scare 3.condom or no condom 4.ever sent nudes 5.have your nudes ever been exposed 6.least favorite position 7.most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done during sex 8.spit or swallow 9.rather send ass pic or tit pic 10.have you ever sexted 11.have your parents ever caught you having sex 12.have you ever had a hook up that you regret 13.initials of that person 14.ever said wrong name during sex 15.scale of 1-10 how painful was losing your virginity 16.ever sent nudes to the wrong person 17.what is the longest you’ve had sex 18.how many times have you had sex in one day 19.ever faked it 20.initials of the worst kisser Drop an emoji if you’re a girl and wanna play🥵🤪
DROP THE @ YOU WONT! [email protected] person ur currently crushing on [email protected] last person you kissed [email protected] ur number one on snapchat bestie list [email protected] ur favorite person [email protected] a random so they can wonder why they @ [email protected] someone you wanna link with [email protected] the last person u texted [email protected] someone u ghosted [email protected] someone who ghosted u [email protected] one girl u trust [email protected] one boy u trust [email protected] someone u fell off with [email protected] someone you wouldn’t talk to again [email protected] your first body [email protected] someone who sucks at replying [email protected] your fav ex [email protected] someone you love [email protected] the funniest person to u [email protected] someone u miss YK WHAT TO DO, COMMENT FOR THE QUESTIONS
simp or pimp addition ! 1. cried over a boy/girl 2. wrote more than 3 paragraphs to the same person 3. went back to the same person after they cheated 4. curved boys/girls while in the “talkin” stage 5. talked to more that one person at once 6. been stuck on one person for more than 3 months 7. had sex with an ex while dating someone new 8. can get your ex back with one “i miss you” text 9. can’t see yourself without one specific person 10. miss your ex 11. got more than 2 options 12. have a list of hoes to ft every night 13. cheated on someone and they took you back 14. made someone fall in love and curved them 15. parents met more than two of your “partners” 16. flirted your way into a relationship 17. dated someone for clout 18. been a sugar baby 19. visited more than one of your hoes in a day 20. been on more than one date in a day
drop an emoji for questions !
I would do/wouldn’t nasty edition.. would : 🤣 wouldn’t:😬
  1. have sex in a car?
  2. suck someone’s toes?
  3. give head in the movies?
  4. kiss your partner after giving head?
  5. swallow cum?
  6. have a threesome with one being the same sex as you?
  7. rather give head than receive?
  8. have shower sex?
  9. fuck somebody even though they were in a relationship?
  10. fuck somebody who has a STD even if still have protection?
  11. free ball for a whole day?
  12. would you fuck the person who sent you this?
  13. fuck one of your homeboys/homegirls ex?
  14. fuck someone who you are in-law to ?
  15. fuck at a outside public place?
Drop a emoji for the questions 😗
16 OUT OF 16‼️ 1. miss your ex? 2. have you ever got high/drunk 3. favorite ex? 4. first initial of crush ? 5. last time you cried? 6. favorite friend? 7. have you ever cheated? 8. ever had an heartbreak? 9. got hoes? 10. have you been cheated on? 11. hardest breakup? 12. worst mistake? 13. birthday month 🎁? 14. favorite holiday 15. have you done anything sexual lately? 16. worst fear?
Drop an emoji for questions
expose yourself extreme edition
1) who is your number one on Snapchat? 2) Ever received or gotten a hickey? 3) initials of the last person you made out with 4) have you ever liked multiple people at once? 5) have you ever cheated? 6) ever like someone 2+ years older? 7) weirdest place you hooked up with someone? 8) favorite place to be kissed? 9) something you miss about your last relationship 10) ever dyed your hair after a break up? 11) fake cried? 12) ever been skinny dipping ? 13) would you say you have hoes? 14) what do you most like about yourself? 15) How long have you known the person who sent you this?
drop emojis for the questions
wild side pt 3 🤪 
  1. ⁠Biggest pet peeve?
  2. ⁠Biggest turn on?
  3. ⁠Best bang ?
  4. ⁠Where you lost your Vcard?
  5. ⁠Weirdest place you’ve banged?
  6. ⁠Ever cheated on a test?
  7. ⁠Ever sent nudes?
  8. ⁠Ever sent someone the wrong text /snap?
  9. ⁠Worst driver?
  10. ⁠Worst place you’ve thrown up while drunk?
  11. ⁠Ever get blackout drunk?
  12. ⁠Have you ever done anything to make someone jealous?
  13. ⁠Ever stolen anything?
  14. ⁠Worst drunk?
  15. ⁠Ever have car sex?
  16. ⁠Comment an EMOJI for the QUESTIONS😋... you gotta answer
GETTING GREASYYY🤣 1. initial of the last person who gave you head 2. ever had a pregnancy scare ? 3. do you miss your ex 4. message to the person u fw now 5. ever got on top? 6. ever made a sex tape ? 7. tag a random person to make them wonder what u tagged them for 8. what’s your ex from middle school name 9. ever took / bought a plan b ? 10. tag everybody who’s in your favorite group chat 11. initials of your last sneaky link 12. initials of the last person who fingered you / you fingered 13. when was the last time u kissed somebody 14. ever got head from the same gender ? 15. tag someone with a fat ass
y’all know the drill, drop an emoji & ill dm you the questions 🤣
The last time you ___ edition👀😳
  1. when’s the last time you smoked 💨?
  2. when’s the last time you got head 👅?
  3. whens the last time you texted yo ex 👀?
  4. when’s the last time you crushed on somebody 🌚?
  5. when’s the last time you cheated on somebody 😳?
  6. when’s the last time you did something bold 😏?
  7. when’s the last time you cried 🤔 ?
  8. when’s the last time somebody checked on you😐 ?
  9. when’s the last time you actually loved somebody? 🥺
  10. when’s the last time you was toxic wit somebody 👀?
  11. last time you had a hickey? 👅 Don’t be pussy 🤷‍♂️drop an emoji for the questions
ARE YOU A SIMP?
  1. are you in a relationship rn?
  2. are you “talking” to someone?
  3. ever liked a girl/boy who was taken?
  4. waited on someone to get out of a relationship to date them?
  5. how many boys/girls have you’ve cried over in the last year?
  6. ever sent someone a heart-felt paragraph?
  7. do you say “I love you” first?
  8. how long does it take for you to get over someone?
  9. missing anyone rn?
  10. ever been placed in the friendzone but continued to pursue them?
  11. ever sent an “i miss you” text?
  12. ever made a playlist for a crush?
  13. would people consider you as “sensitive”?
  14. talked about marriage with someone you don’t talk to anymore?
  15. ever been cheated on and took them back?
  16. been played before?
  17. ever fell asleep on the phone with someone?
  18. ever made a post on your spam about someone you liked?
  19. first initial of your worst heartbreak
  20. ever stayed up late night thinking about someone?
comment an emoji for the questions 🤝
DO IT NASTY😏💦 1.) rate your freakiness 1-10. 2.)ever fucked with music on ? 3.) ever had or wanted a fuck buddy? 4.) ever had car sex ? 5.) weirdest place you got freaky? 6.) ever made someone nut off head? 7.) @ someone you wanna fuck or want head from? 8.) have you ever came / nutted? 9.) when was your last sneaky link ? 10.) ever had a boy sleepover yo house ? (girls) 11.) ever wet the bed ? (sexual) 12.) u dirty talk in bed ? 13.) light on or off ? 14.) ppl know bout yo sex life 15.) on cam or phones locked away ? 16.) fav sexual song? 17.) would u do anything nasty with the person that sent u this ? comment a emoji for the questions 🌬💖
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2020.10.01 02:35 dclxvi96 I feel like I'm forcing something that its already doomed.

I'm 24 hes 25. Our first 7 months together have been rushed : after 2 weeks of knowing each other we started dating (first mistake of mine, I was terrified of relationships and jumped in one anyways), after 4 we were basically living together, at 6 I had a miscarriage. Now we're basically on the 8th.
A relationship is about each one putting 50/50 of effort on the table. Due me having a mental illness (BPD) the first 6 months was him putting 80 and me putting 20 due to extreme ambivalence and trust issues which led him to mental exhaustion and a possible mental breakdown. I've always known deep down to be in love with him but my defense mechanisms would jump in with the ambivalences in order to try and protect me. My brain is wired to be convinced that he can't possibly love me, support me, be there for me so genuinely, there must be something going on, he must be cheating on me or something like that which would lead me to accuse him of cheating even if he'd spent too much time in the bathroom thinking he'd be talking to some girl or go to work (which is an all men environment). In 8 months even after deep investigation I never found anything.
He broke up on me the 22nd (day of his birthday, ffs) due to these trust issues that won't seem to go away. Next morning he texts me saying how devastating it was to come home and not see me, how he'd wish I'd just stop thinking he was cheating. We got back together the same day. He hasn't seen his friends nor talked to them during our whole relationship to be beside me (I've never asked him to. I've actually told him at the beginning to go see them but he said he didn't care about it and prefered to be with me), so the night of the 22nd to get his mind off things he went out with them realizing how much he missed them and how much he needed some space which has caused our second break up on the 24th due me just not handling the paranoia i guess. I told him how us being asocial was what I loved the most about us and how i didn't know who he was anymore (I subtly tried to manipulate him, I know, I feel shitty about it). I was pissed off cause he was jealous of me going to work at my usual workplace due my reputation of being promiscuous back in February, me telling him back then to trust me and how a relationship is supposed to have freedom but never bought it. I was too ambivalent and I guess he was too afraid I could cheat and then said "I fucked up. I shouldn't have chained you, I know, that's some toxic shit. It's your reaction to certain situations I care about, not what others try do, I trust you". The same fear he had back then was the same fear I'm having now of him going out and casually meet someone but this fear of mine has been dismissed and I've been accused as being too oppressing so I told him to fuck off due his selfishness and he was okay with it due being too tired of arguing all the time.
The 25th has been the most devastating thing for us both. The emptiness, the pain, the frustration. I sent him a message pouring my heart out. Saying that in the same way hes put 80 at first now it's my turn, that we rushed it, that we should take it slow, learn to trust. Start off kinda fresh giving each other space. He accepted it all in a heartbeat. Now it's been almost a week we're back together far more in love than before. Sex is an issue. I can't relax so I'm always so goddamned tight it hurts. Plus after the abortion my uterus is kind of still recovering and, I can't lie, sometimes I force it just out of fear he might cheat so I take the physical pain, he notices it and lashes out saying "something that's supposed to be so fucking natural and easy turns into something complicated with you" and he told me multiple times to not fake it and do it when I feel physically and to get rid of this thought he might be doing something and go do something behind my back if we dont have sex. He said "I loved how whorish you used to be and now you're not like that anymore but you've been through alot so it's not even your fault". This fucking sentence is keeping me up at almost 5 am. So now my utter paranoia is terrified of basically everything and feel like im forcing a doomed relationship.
In spite of all of this we share the same interests, same values, same life plans. We have never in our life be so comfortable around each other to be ourselves. We can be our total idiotic selves all the time, know how to make each other laugh. We have our secret language and it's crazy how we think the same thing at the same time most of the time. Before meeting him I was basically a narcissist and now the empathy I feel sometimes is uncomfortable, the affection and utter love and tenderness I'm capable of feeling towards him is new to me. I've never felt any of this and neither has he. Hes always been there for me, always cared for and looked after my dark days, made the mistake of acting like a shrink but now hes exhausted to the point where even a small altercation sets him off and tires him after 5 seconds.
Now after I realized what he means to me I'm actually trying to create the healthy relationship I've wanted since the beginning.
If you came this far, i thank you.
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2020.09.30 20:57 YupppYuppYup Secret sex in bathroom

I (27) suspected my partner of 7 years (25m) of cheating for a while before I randomly woke up in the middle of the night, checked his phone, and it was all but confirmed.
Idk how to explain it, but my evidence was mostly his following of certain people on IG/Twitter, secret email accounts, nude pics in his texting "clipboard", random FB friends. So many small things that didn't seem like I could bring up rationally. Then I found things on Google maps and his history that lead me to believe he was "cruising" for sex and using fake profiles. It all made me sick but he explained it away. When I was 18 I was promiscuous/irresponsible so I also feel like he somehow held that over me while denying everything else.
And I've never cheated but I have been very emotionally distant and mean at times. But those times: he didn't have a job and would go out with straight couples twice our age until one night he somehow hit his head (according to him) and didn't come home. Then after that they never wanted to hang out again! I don't understand it. He said they had been annoyed he fell and stayed over, and had been mean. I do not believe it somehow. He also admitted THIS year (3 years later) that these pals tried to set him up with some dude but he rejected it.
2020 is the last draw (in my mind). I saw he had a porn account on Twitter and hacked into a different Twitter account (don't wanna be in legal trouble) that he had been talking to previously. I began a convo with him as if I was this dude. He admitted he had a bf and:

  • that he was "cruising" at a lake regularly before quarantine but never saw anyone
  • that there's a guy he can't be around or he'd probably drop to his knees (who i can't stand and is out of his league)
  • this same guy supposedly went cruising with him in high school
-he once let a trucker "top" him (he won't let me top him)
  • he flashes truckers and others while driving
-he messed around with his uncle's friend when was young
-he thinks i cheat, that's his excuse
  • that he has a pornhub where he uploaded a sounding video
-posts on doublelist sometimes
-sent erection pics and said they can post them
  • so much more I can't remember today
He also tried to manipulate me into a spontaneous 3some I wouldn't know about, like it would be happening "organically" but he gave them an excuse that day and never brought it up to me.
But the kicker is when he said he had sex with the sunglasses kiosk employee in his work bathroom after hours (he is a mall manager), and then one more time he gave him a ride home and was invited inside where he loved how small he was (I'm 6'4) and was able to "lift him up against a wall" etc. There's so many past nuances that make me think this was true.
My friend told me this all sounds like fantasy cause he's "not as attractive" as me, and of course the only thing he admitted to was driving around but never seeing anyone.
Idk why I want to believe him? To be honest we live in poverty and my mental health is probably hospitalizable so I'm sort of feeling trapped into just being depressed with him here for now.
I'm the provider but I don't want to deal with this craphole of a home myself. I broke up with him in April and am physically healthy. It just seems maybe he thinks I really believe his bullshit. He says he's telling the truth.
I get lying for attention, but not about something so gross and character-destroying. He cried only when I was telling him this all sounds true and that makes him disgusting.
Now the other day (5-ish months from DDay and breakup) I saw more nudes to him from some app that he screenshot and were left on his phone's "clipboard". I can't figure out where he is saving them or if he is sharing them. But One was from a guy his older sisters used to be friends with. He is also now friends on snapchat with the guy he "can't be around" (his words, remember?) due to his lust.
The other part of this story is that we both got a hookup app right before we broke up (I was hoping it'd save us? Idk) but outside of a potential third's house he had an anxiety attack that he'd never been with anyone else and it'd be too much to ask him to watch someone have sex with me. I believed him and we left and made up. But then soon I then saw on his phone him snapchatting a guy from the Grindr hardcore that they should meet. Like very overly sexual (including pics and jerking off together via vids, etc) and flirting. He also told the guy he had a greek God bod and face (something he always tells me and singlehandidly makes me confident). When I read that my heart really broke.
I'm at a point where I don't know how to leave without feeling like I'm making a mistake either way?
TLDR;
My boyfriend of 7 years is obviously cheating or at the least has a porn/catfishing problem. After 7 years and being mentally/financially unwell I don't know how to pull myself together and leave.
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2020.09.30 06:17 WonderJust4429 In bathroom secret sex

Open letter to my paedophile Father Open letter to my paedophile Father, Jack Libregts
From the book, “The Price of Silence” by The Black Unicorn
Trigger Warning: Childhood Sexual Abuse
Dear Dad,
This is an open letter to you that exposes a litany of your historical serial sexual abuses of my family members when we were all children. I am now a 54-year-old male, and in 2019 I only first truly learnt of just exactly who you were then and now. I already was certain that you were a violent, angry, manipulative, and soulless little man, as I disengaged as much as was feasible from you, as I was developing into a young adult. However, I now have first-hand accounts from my cousins that you were so much despicably more.
You were a cult-like curse that was visited upon my two younger sisters, myself and the entire family of my Mother (nee Veneman). Over so very many years, you preyed amongst such a large cohort of my Mother’s families’ girls. Your disastrous legacy amongst these psychologically scarred women, is the shame, hurt, humiliation, attachment and addiction issues, that has permeated into their adult lives. They then go on to handing on down, like falling dominoes of dysfunctions and disorders: a virulent, vile virus of trauma-induced vulnerabilities to their unsuspecting children. Your sickness reverberates throughout generations of my and my Mum’s entire family.
Digging now into all these sexual assault accounts from your numerous victims, so many years later, has not been easy for me, but it is a small consolation in knowing that you exist as a scared, frightened, and miserable creature, who is desperately trying to hide from your ugliness and your shameful truth. Your past is now literally coming back to haunt you, Jack. You are now my new project of tragic perversion, and I am committing my future self to reignite the dying embers of your evil legacy, until it flames into a bright light of recovery potential, for any survivors anywhere of childhood sexual abuse. I am indeed your Son. I am now also your Nemesis.
I will further seek to publicly expose your life-long predilections of sexually abusing children, and though this letter’s contents are likely only merely the tip of an immensely offensive iceberg, my research on you and your current location remains a matter of record and will be made available to any accredited journalists, appropriate police authorities, or state, territory or federal courts of appropriate jurisdiction, upon their request.
Last year you instructed my sister, Yvette, to make an offer of $5,000 from you to my cousin Emma, in return for her maintaining her silence regarding your abduction and sexual assault of her when she was a child in Adelaide, South Australia. Are you now wondering if you should still pay Emma since she has already talked? Maybe you should offer her even more money? Maybe $6,000? Ha, maybe you should just save your money for any potential criminal or civil law defence fees instead.
This was your price for her silence of your horrendous secret; a feeble $5K. You always were a fucking cheapskate, Jack. In any case, this open letter to you has already been published as a matter of public interest on numerous websites, before you are even likely to be reading this yourself. Why didn’t Emma’s Mother, Henriette have you arrested way back then when she thankfully rescued her pre-teen daughter from your attempts to “teach” a girl how to kiss? Oh, that’s right, long before you had abducted and molested Emma, you had already raped her Mum, my Aunty Henriette, the younger sister of your wife. Your wife, Elizabeth, who was 14 years younger than you to start with when you married. I am imagining that you targeted her to gain easier access to her younger sisters, and then later their female offspring years later.
After decades of my nearly successful efforts in forgetting about your existence, and my experiencing trauma-related memory loss of nearly my entire childhood, my last memories of you is the very last time I saw you. Immediately following my Mother’s death, you disgracefully stole a car, and a full station-wagon load of your dead ex-wife’s belongings the day after she passed, from her home estate in 2006. I resorted to the booking of two security guards, family friends Keis and Lout De Ryke, and later Police SA, to be in attendance to safeguard my youngest sister, Danielle from your violence, when she had you physically removed from our barely dead Mum’s home. I will never forget your trying to convince me to turn off Mum’s life support in the last few days of her life. Did she and your secrets not die fast enough with her for you, Jack?
That same year you also made unsuccessful attempts to gain access to my Son, via my ex-wife during our marriage breakdown, while I was also suffering from cancer. The Federal court did not fail me, and cancer did not kill me, while I endured a workplace injury also. Your futile efforts failed spectacularly. How much did you pay my ex-wife I wonder, for her complicit actions in your evil schemes to destroy other’s lives, with no final result for you? I had already moved my Wife and Son to another state shortly after his birth, and despite my thriving entertainment business in Adelaide, to safety and to escape the foul stench of your predatory proximity. It is apparent to me now, that I had not moved them nearly far enough from you.
During this same time, I was travelling back to South Australia every weekend as my Mum was nearing the end of her life. She unburdened a lot of herself in writing a journal on her deathbed to me, mostly regarding the atrocities that you were responsible for throughout her life, perpetrated against her and her siblings. She also reported your serial tax evasions and the hiding of your assets scams, amongst a myriad of your other Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders. It seems odd that both you and Yvette did not bother to attend her funeral, there was a cast of family member mourners there, who I am certain also would have just “loved” to see your face. Mum was released, not through your divorce years earlier, but in the final freedom from your tyranny, and I trust that she and her regular night-terror screams still haunt you in the darkness of every night. (She promised that she would do that for me.)
Emma said something to me last year in regarding your abuse, only weeks after your pathetic “price of silence” bribe to her; “Dingdong Doorbell”. Do you know what I saw inside my head when I heard these words for the first time in decades? Your flaccid penis. Your game was that of sex offender grooming the defenceless children in your care, into the normalising of them touching your genitals.
I have now connected with many other of my family members in the past year, and my cousin Cathy has some horrid memories of you, as well did her Father, my Uncle Arnold. Your young brother-in-law knew what you were, and I know for certain that he wanted you dead all those years ago, leading up to his suicide at the age of 36. I was with him the night that he died. He told me what he knew about you too before he went home and shot himself.
I miss Uncle Arnold even after all these years, and I wrote a piece of music called “Widows and Orphans” for two violins at the time, as part of my grieving process, as he was one of the few adults I could trust, while trapped and enslaved inside your misery factory. I will most likely finish and publish a book, but I will never write or publish a song about you after you are dead. I will surely go check to make sure that you are dead though. You best hide your burial plot from near your sister Magdalena’s resting place from me, otherwise, it surely won’t fair well, at least while I’m still alive.
Like his sister, Henriette, my Uncle Arnold also had to come to rescue his daughter from your “care”. When I recently asked Cathy for an overall memory sense of you, she described you in two words: a “creepy cunt”. She recalls her sleeping over at our house as a young girl. Cathy once got so scared of you, that she secretly rang her Dad from our phone and Arnold immediately came to take her home and also wanted to kill you. Before that, she also remembers how you would brazenly sneak into your daughter, Yvette’s bed at night, even though Cathy was staying over there in the same room with her. Children’s bath-time must have been a delight for you. We all remember your evil smiling face when you would stand in the bathroom watching.
Yvette seems to have been your greatest, and most tragic victim, stealing her from the rest of her family as a child and then even an adult, and her still living under your control, stuck in a backwater town in the support of her dream of one day emptying your bank account when you finally die. I’m sure she has constant fantasies about your death, as do others I know that have been exposed to decades of your predatory behaviours.
Yvette must now surely disgust you sexually. Her not being a child anymore at all, but an overweight heroin addict in her 50’s, living under your ongoing control for so many years, presenting no innocence for you to corrupt and conquer any more. Does your actual girlfriend know of your twisted relationship history with your daughter and the generations of children that you have abused? Her children and grandchildren should be alerted at very least. Seeing as this is an open public letter, you can feel free to show it to her anytime. If you don’t, then someone will.
Aunty Leny lived in our caravan in our backyard for some years and was never allowed in our house. My Mum despised her presence there. I can only imagine the depravity of your relationship with your sister.
I met one of the De Ryke’s daughters some years back, and she spoke of how you would place your extended arm between their young girls’ legs, then launch them into the air from underwater in a swimming pool or the sea. I witnessed this behaviour of yours with so many young girls all too often. I knew then, even as a very young boy myself, that your you’re your public behaviour with all the girls around me in my childhood was openly devious and inappropriately sexual. I knew you were wrong and the fact that no witnessing adult parent did not stop you, is bewildering to me to this day.
If you are reading this and would like to meet me, I would be happy to oblige you. In the meantime, I will ask a mediation service to contact you on behalf of myself, Cathy and Emma soon when possible. The three of us went together to sexual abuse counselling last year and are in regular contact, and they both have said to me that they would love the opportunity to sit down with you sometime. We will all travel to the Riverland in South Australia at our own expense if you agree. We have mutually agreed to offer you a written exemption from any future civil prosecution by us if you simply agree to a meeting with us at your convenience.
Yours sincerely,
Tony

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Ironically one of my most recent professional roles was as a Trauma-Informed Care and Attachment Issue Educator for workers with children in out-of-home care with the Centre for Excellence in Child and Family Welfare. This was around the same time that I re-discovered and learnt of my cousins’ ordeals, at the hands of my Father.
I hope that some reading this may simply feel the grief and outrage of my own experiences and that those who can resonate personally through their own unique experience, might also find some inspiration in these writings, and the courage to come forward and to safely and openly expose and shame their childhood perpetrators in the name of recovery and survival. Take responsibility for your future selves, people. That is your universal gift, and your blessed choice to reconcile with your past. That person is only one decision away. Forgiveness and shame are powerful tools. Use them both wisely.
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2020.09.30 05:57 WonderJust4429 Bathroom secret in sex

Open letter to my paedophile Father Open letter to my paedophile Father, Jack Libregts
From the book, “The Price of Silence” by The Black Unicorn
Trigger Warning: Childhood Sexual Abuse

Dear Dad,
This is an open letter to you that exposes a litany of your historical serial sexual abuses of my family members when we were all children. I am now a 54-year-old male, and in 2019 I only first truly learnt of just exactly who you were then and now. I already was certain that you were a violent, angry, manipulative, and soulless little man, as I disengaged as much as was feasible from you, as I was developing into a young adult. However, I now have first-hand accounts from my cousins that you were so much despicably more.
You were a cult-like curse that was visited upon my two younger sisters, myself and the entire family of my Mother (nee Veneman). Over so very many years, you preyed amongst such a large cohort of my Mother’s families’ girls. Your disastrous legacy amongst these psychologically scarred women, is the shame, hurt, humiliation, attachment and addiction issues, that has permeated into their adult lives. They then go on to handing on down, like falling dominoes of dysfunctions and disorders: a virulent, vile virus of trauma-induced vulnerabilities to their unsuspecting children. Your sickness reverberates throughout generations of my and my Mum’s entire family.
Digging now into all these sexual assault accounts from your numerous victims, so many years later, has not been easy for me, but it is a small consolation in knowing that you exist as a scared, frightened, and miserable creature, who is desperately trying to hide from your ugliness and your shameful truth. Your past is now literally coming back to haunt you, Jack. You are now my new project of tragic perversion, and I am committing my future self to reignite the dying embers of your evil legacy, until it flames into a bright light of recovery potential, for any survivors anywhere of childhood sexual abuse. I am indeed your Son. I am now also your Nemesis.
I will further seek to publicly expose your life-long predilections of sexually abusing children, and though this letter’s contents are likely only merely the tip of an immensely offensive iceberg, my research on you and your current location remains a matter of record and will be made available to any accredited journalists, appropriate police authorities, or state, territory or federal courts of appropriate jurisdiction, upon their request.
Last year you instructed my sister, Yvette, to make an offer of $5,000 from you to my cousin Emma, in return for her maintaining her silence regarding your abduction and sexual assault of her when she was a child in Adelaide, South Australia. Are you now wondering if you should still pay Emma since she has already talked? Maybe you should offer her even more money? Maybe $6,000? Ha, maybe you should just save your money for any potential criminal or civil law defence fees instead.
This was your price for her silence of your horrendous secret; a feeble $5K. You always were a fucking cheapskate, Jack. In any case, this open letter to you has already been published as a matter of public interest on numerous websites, before you are even likely to be reading this yourself.
Why didn’t Emma’s Mother, Henriette have you arrested way back then when she thankfully rescued her pre-teen daughter from your attempts to “teach” a girl how to kiss? Oh, that’s right, long before you had abducted and molested Emma, you had already raped her Mum, my Aunty Henriette, the younger sister of your wife. Your wife, Elizabeth, who was 14 years younger than you to start with when you married. I am imagining that you targeted her to gain easier access to her younger sisters, and then later their female offspring years later.
After decades of my nearly successful efforts in forgetting about your existence, and my experiencing trauma-related memory loss of nearly my entire childhood, my last memories of you is the very last time I saw you. Immediately following my Mother’s death, you disgracefully stole a car, and a full station-wagon load of your dead ex-wife’s belongings the day after she passed, from her home estate in 2006. I resorted to the booking of two security guards, family friends Keis and Lout De Ryke, and later Police SA, to be in attendance to safeguard my youngest sister, Danielle from your violence, when she had you physically removed from our barely dead Mum’s home. I will never forget your trying to convince me to turn off Mum’s life support in the last few days of her life. Did she and your secrets not die fast enough with her for you, Jack?
That same year you also made unsuccessful attempts to gain access to my Son, via my ex-wife during our marriage breakdown, while I was also suffering from cancer. The Federal court did not fail me, and cancer did not kill me, while I endured a workplace injury also. Your futile efforts failed spectacularly. How much did you pay my ex-wife I wonder, for her complicit actions in your evil schemes to destroy other’s lives, with no final result for you? I had already moved my Wife and Son to another state shortly after his birth, and despite my thriving entertainment business in Adelaide, to safety and to escape the foul stench of your predatory proximity. It is apparent to me now, that I had not moved them nearly far enough from you.
During this same time, I was travelling back to South Australia every weekend as my Mum was nearing the end of her life. She unburdened a lot of herself in writing a journal on her deathbed to me, mostly regarding the atrocities that you were responsible for throughout her life, perpetrated against her and her siblings. She also reported your serial tax evasions and the hiding of your assets scams, amongst a myriad of your other Obsessive-Compulsive Disorders. It seems odd that both you and Yvette did not bother to attend her funeral, there was a cast of family member mourners there, who I am certain also would have just “loved” to see your face. Mum was released, not through your divorce years earlier, but in the final freedom from your tyranny, and I trust that she and her regular night-terror screams still haunt you in the darkness of every night. (She promised that she would do that for me.)
Emma said something to me last year in regarding your abuse, only weeks after your pathetic “price of silence” bribe to her; “Dingdong Doorbell”. Do you know what I saw inside my head when I heard these words for the first time in decades? Your flaccid penis. Your game was that of sex offender grooming the defenceless children in your care, into the normalising of them touching your genitals.
I have now connected with many other of my family members in the past year, and my cousin Cathy has some horrid memories of you, as well did her Father, my Uncle Arnold. Your young brother-in-law knew what you were, and I know for certain that he wanted you dead all those years ago, leading up to his suicide at the age of 36. I was with him the night that he died. He told me what he knew about you too before he went home and shot himself.
I miss Uncle Arnold even after all these years, and I wrote a piece of music called “Widows and Orphans” for two violins at the time, as part of my grieving process, as he was one of the few adults I could trust, while trapped and enslaved inside your misery factory. I will most likely finish and publish a book, but I will never write or publish a song about you after you are dead. I will surely go check to make sure that you are dead though. You best hide your burial plot from near your sister Magdalena’s resting place from me, otherwise, it surely won’t fair well, at least while I’m still alive.
Like his sister, Henriette, my Uncle Arnold also had to come to rescue his daughter from your “care”. When I recently asked Cathy for an overall memory sense of you, she described you in two words: a “creepy cunt”. She recalls her sleeping over at our house as a young girl. Cathy once got so scared of you, that she secretly rang her Dad from our phone and Arnold immediately came to take her home and also wanted to kill you. Before that, she also remembers how you would brazenly sneak into your daughter, Yvette’s bed at night, even though Cathy was staying over there in the same room with her. Children’s bath-time must have been a delight for you. We all remember your evil smiling face when you would stand in the bathroom watching.
Yvette seems to have been your greatest, and most tragic victim, stealing her from the rest of her family as a child and then even an adult, and her still living under your control, stuck in a backwater town in the support of her dream of one day emptying your bank account when you finally die. I’m sure she has constant fantasies about your death, as do others I know that have been exposed to decades of your predatory behaviours.
Yvette must now surely disgust you sexually. Her not being a child anymore at all, but an overweight heroin addict in her 50’s, living under your ongoing control for so many years, presenting no innocence for you to corrupt and conquer any more. Does your actual girlfriend know of your twisted relationship history with your daughter and the generations of children that you have abused? Her children and grandchildren should be alerted at very least. Seeing as this is an open public letter, you can feel free to show it to her anytime. If you don’t, then someone will.
Aunty Leny lived in our caravan in our backyard for some years and was never allowed in our house. My Mum despised her presence there. I can only imagine the depravity of your relationship with your sister.
I met one of the De Ryke’s daughters some years back, and she spoke of how you would place your extended arm between their young girls’ legs, then launch them into the air from underwater in a swimming pool or the sea. I witnessed this behaviour of yours with so many young girls all too often. I knew then, even as a very young boy myself, that your you’re your public behaviour with all the girls around me in my childhood was openly devious and inappropriately sexual. I knew you were wrong and the fact that no witnessing adult parent did not stop you, is bewildering to me to this day.
If you are reading this and would like to meet me, I would be happy to oblige you. In the meantime, I will ask a mediation service to contact you on behalf of myself, Cathy and Emma soon when possible. The three of us went together to sexual abuse counselling last year and are in regular contact, and they both have said to me that they would love the opportunity to sit down with you sometime. We will all travel to the Riverland in South Australia at our own expense if you agree. We have mutually agreed to offer you a written exemption from any future civil prosecution by us if you simply agree to a meeting with us at your convenience.
Yours sincerely,
Tony - The Black Unicorn
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To other readers:
Ironically one of my most recent professional roles was as a Trauma-Informed Care and Attachment Issue Educator for workers with children in out-of-home care with the Centre for Excellence in Child and Family Welfare. This was around the same time that I re-discovered and learnt of my cousins’ ordeals, at the hands of my Father.
I hope that some reading this may simply feel the grief and outrage of my own experiences and that those who can resonate personally through their own unique experience, might also find some inspiration in these writings, and the courage to come forward and to safely and openly expose and shame their childhood perpetrators in the name of recovery and survival. Take responsibility for your future selves, people. That is your universal gift and your blessed choice to reconcile with your past. That person is only one decision away. Forgiveness and shame are powerful tools. Use them both wisely.
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2020.09.29 20:45 okayanotherthrow Secret sex in bathroom

probs TL DR: I’m confused
I have to get this out because there’s literally no one I can go to in my life about it. I’m interested in thoughts/opinions if this resonates with any of you.
I’m likely in the minority of users in this sub, in that I absolutely love, am still in love with, and have a wonderful, happy and very fulfilling relationship with my SO despite it being a dead bedroom for many years now.
I have never wanted to leave him, I would never want to hurt him, and know that what I am doing would absolutely destroy his trust and faith in me and potentially ruin everything we have built and I cannot afford to lose him or our relationship. I honestly feel we are perfectly suited together as partners in life and I adore him and our partnership.
Yet, since February I’ve cheated on him with 5 different men (thanks Reddit!) and have been in an “exclusive”, kind of laughable if you think about it, relationship with a MM who is the best lover I have ever been with and I cannot wait until our next encounter.
I’ve reconciled myself to the position I’m in and I am a natural at compartmentalization. But yesterday things became slightly more complicated in my mind. I suggested sex early in the day and before the romantic meal I made for us -I initiated. I had stopped trying for a long time because I couldn’t handle the rejection, but he and I fucked for the first time in months two weeks ago so I thought I’d try and get while the getting’s good since it can sometimes be months or even years between sex. Last night was an absolute disaster.
After some fairly bad making out and him shoving his fingers hard into my pussy, he excused himself to the bathroom and I got myself off in the meantime, picturing the last time AP and I were together and knowing it was my only chance for an orgasm. He returns to the bed to tell me he’s too much in his head and has performance issues. Despite the fact that he’s been horny all day since I planted the seed about sex earlier. I ask him what he thinks may be the cause? Are you just not attracted to me anymore? Are you just not interested in sex? Am I doing something wrong?
This was actually a huge step in the conversation, and while I have tears streaming down my face crying over how absolutely soul crushing this all is and the hurt of feeling rejected yet again, it felt like an opportunity to be somewhat honest and have more of the conversation about why things are the way they are with us. In the past I have just let it be what it is. I stopped trying to talk about it, to initiate sex, to be intimate in any way other than cuddling, hugging and kissing which is at least still something, though woefully inadequate. So for him to admit that there’s an issue was kind of a big deal.
He says he wants to fix it, he doesn’t know what’s up or why. He admits he does have a low libido and it has nothing to do with me, it’s always been the case. (DUH) He loves me, thinks I’m beautiful, finds me very sexually attractive, always has, but he’s not confident and not feeling good and he can’t get hard and doesn’t have an interest in sex because of it. He knows it makes me feel bad and he never wants to hurt me or make me feel unwanted, but is aware that that is the affect and he’s going to work on it.
I tell him that I don’t want to be in a sexless marriage and I am a very sexual person, always have been, so the idea of being in a relationship for the rest of my life that has no physical component to it and no intimacy left kills me and I can’t live like that. He agrees, we’re too young to be here already and we love each other, there’s no reason why we can’t work on bettering our physical relationship and intimacy.
So the web has become even more entangled as I come to understand this next level of betrayal by continuing my affair knowing that my SO and I are going to try and better the thing that had me looking for an AP in the first place. And now that I have been a little more open about my feelings on the matter I feel slightly exposed and vulnerable.
I would love for SO and I to have the kind of sex and intimacy I fantasize about (and am now experiencing with AP). I do want things to get better with us and I want out of the dead bedroom! In all honesty I can’t see things improving much, and not dramatically, but it is something I want in order to feel there is a complete relationship and we’re not just roommates for life. Even if it was a pity fuck for me once a month, that would be an improvement over the current status.
But I also know-that now that I’ve gone down this road, it may be hard or impossible for me to change course. Especially with the AP I have found, because it has been an absolute fantasy thus far and the sex is mind blowing!!! Having my pussy and ass licked for hours and hours resulting in multiple body shaking orgasms the last two times we were together has me lusting and salivating over this incredible lover who I have a deep physical connection with and a very good intellectual one as well. We are very much in similar situations with our SO’s-incompatible sexually, but happy and devoted otherwise. I love being with him and the sexy secret we share is a thrill. We have talked about deepening our connection, Tantra, our sexual bucket list, and we talk every day, sometimes purely sexual, sometimes heavy and philosophical, sometimes light and silly, and it feels like we have hit the AP jackpot-our kinks, proclivities, and fantasies are very much in line and he’s the first AP/pAP I have felt truly comfortable embarking upon the P part of the AP relationship. He’s already said that whether this lasts a short time or a long time, it will be his last since it’s just too good. I take it with a huge grain of salt because adulterers are liars by nature, but it’s really something special and having this person and this affair has filled this void I had been struggling with for so long.
And while I sit here sending lingerie pics to AP, and consoling my SO over some performance anxiety, I am confused as hell and yet completely fine. Wtf.
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2020.09.29 00:04 momthrowawayhihihi Sex in secret bathroom

Many members of my bumper sub messaged me sent me this way to seek commiseration after receiving the good ol' relationships treatment of "you need to leave him!" If only it were that way! I wish I knew who to talk to about this type of stuff- but sometimes it just helps to hear an outside perspective. This is my throwaway
Here it goes and if I start to get weirded out, I'll just delete it or something.
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I’m in my mid-30s and my life is pretty together. Except for my husband. Ever since we had a baby (which he really really wanted,) he has been horribly depressed and going off the deep end. Now, I get it. Our life with a child is WAY different from our expectations. We expected our life to be a lot like our friends’ lives- that our parents would come give us a break so we could shower, or mow the lawn, or just breathe for 5 minutes. However, my parents are dead and his parents have shown zero interest in being a part of this baby’s life and they live in another state. I’d imagine this is heartbreaking for my husband and when I ask his parents about it, his mother expresses resentment that her son moved so far away from them. My husband refuses to discuss it and claims he is not depressed despite being on antidepressants.
Okay, so his parents suck. We carry on. Our life as parents is miserable. My son is two now and I love him more than anything in the world, but it’s super hard because there are no breaks. (And I think this is the part that my bumper sub may not fully relate to. There are NO breaks. I mean, I've never had someone come over and hold the baby. Ever. He started daycare at 1 year old, and that's the first time someone other than us has even touched him. There is no help. Zero, guys.) We both work full time and my husband has morphed into someone I don’t recognize. Literally. He’s now over 300lbs at 5’9 and binge eats fast food secretly in his car every day or almost every day and sometimes multiple times a day. I literally never see him eat, but sometimes see entire empty cake platters or boxes of donuts through his car window. He naps in the middle of the day and spends his every free moment watching YouTube videos or playing on his phone. His depression frequently manifests as rage directed at me and he is incredibly unpleasant to be around. I have anxiety just knowing he’s coming home from work because I’ll have to walk on eggshells and not talk to him for fear of setting him off. And everything makes him upset- the dog barks, the baby cries, I suggest the blue sippy cup- everything. In a traumatic event, he’s lied to my face and even told me he’s going to convince the court I’m crazy and take my son from me. When I called him out on his lies, he became incredibly aggressive and refused to let me leave the house. He thinks I need to just up and forgive them for these types of things, but I just can't up and forgive! I need to heal!
This is soul-crushing and so hurtful. Who is this guy?! He refuses to talk about these issues of shattered trust and so they remain unresolved. We sleep in separate rooms and he sleeps in an armchair because his obesity-related sleep apnea is so severe. We barely speak, we definitely don’t touch because he kind of grosses me out and not just from the lying. (Although that repulses me too.) He sometimes goes days without showering and weeks without brushing his teeth. He’s been hospitalized twice for throat abscesses and has had to have multiple teeth pulled for neglecting his oral hygiene. His eating habits cause some pretty disgusting bathroom issues for him. I am so sad for him and it frequently feels like he wishes I was miserable too. He seemingly hates me and has bent over backward mentally to villainize me- for example, if he doesn’t get me a present for my birthday, he says it is my fault. We tried marriage counseling for a few months, but perhaps our counselor wasn’t the right fit for us as she was always trying to get my husband to pursue that flashing light therapy and it didn’t resolve much. He needs more help than her worksheets about forgiveness.
He sees a psychiatrist a couple of times a year who prescribes him two different antidepressants. He takes one of them and I don’t think he tells her the whole picture of what’s happening in his life. It’s possible he doesn’t see how severe it is despite the fact that I tell him.
When he’s not around- my life is calm. I have a wonderful, fulfilling job that allows me the flexibility to spend lots of time with my son. I take him to playgroups and the science center and hang with other moms. I have hobbies I’m passionate about and pursue them every day after my son goes to sleep. And I’m really good at them. I see a counselor who gives me techniques to cope with the anxiety my husband brings me and has encouraged me to find new, supportive friends who push me to do more with my hobbies and make me feel loved and appreciated. However, my counselor thinks I should leave my husband to protect myself. My husband is emotionally abusive, but I could never do that to my son. For one, I live in a state with 50/50 custody no matter what. Even if my husband beat me nearly to death, he’d still get 50% custody. I wouldn’t want to subject my son to my husband’s rage and eating issues. I can protect him and keep him away from that if he’s always with me. Secondly, splitting time between two households is so detrimental to children’s development and wellbeing. There’s that feel-good argument that you’re showing your child an unhealthy model for a relationship, but research shows that is generally just something people say to justify their divorce.
My kid needs a dad and he needs one stable home. I’m looking to sell my house and buy one with an extra bedroom for my husband to stay in. Because he’s so unrecognizable and kind of disgusting that it creeps me out that he goes in my bedroom. I’m changing my sheets after he watches YouTube videos in the bed because he’s covered in huge pimples and boils. He is a coward who refuses to confront his problems or even talk to me. When I confront him, he reminds me that I wouldn’t be able to maintain the house or work or go for a morning walk without him around and it feels like I’m in a hostage situation. He's fricking right! It would be so difficult to do my job!
Bromos, I just need some hope. I know he needs help but I can’t make him get help. I will suffer through this for the rest of my life if I have to if it means my son has a better life. But damn- it is so hard. I am so lonely and so sad. He is repulsive. Can I live like this until my son is an adult? Is it selfish to wonder what my life will be like if I am never touched again? Kissed again? Have sex again? Is there an option I’m missing? I've read about separated parenting and stuff like that. So before you go into, "just leave him, girl," well, it's not that simple. Has anyone been here?
Signed
The hostage.
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2020.09.28 23:50 sosherizon Sex secret in bathroom

I don't know where to post this. After my mother died, I received guardianship over my sister. I didn't know a dark secret until later. She's addicted to men. It's fine to want a boyfriend and dream about having a future with a special someone then be happily ever after, but the men are taking advantage of that dream. They can get her to do anything when I'm not around and that's a concern. She got caught at work one time in the bathroom having sex and she didn't see anything wrong. Of course, if it was someone else, they would have gotten arrested.
She has another job and I'm worried about what guys will get her to do. She is so head over heels about them and I wish she can find a few male friends and keep it platonic. Some guys pulled me aside and said that my sister is flirty and making them uncomfortable after telling her they have a girlfriend. I don't want my sister to get into altercations or a trip to the clinic because she is easy to get in bed. I don't know how to handle this. I'm repeating myself many times, but the wrong person can tell her something different and she'll disregard what I said.
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2020.09.25 23:00 borednightnurse1990 My Life in the Military, Chapter 2

NSFW
GRAPHIC CONTENT
CRUDE LANGUAGE
SEX
MILD VIOLENCE
TOBACCO AND ALCOHOL USE
SCENES DEPICTING REGULAR GARBAGE AND RECYCLING GOING INTO THE SAME BIN
SERIOUSLY, WHO’S THE CHIEF BUMBLEFUCK IN CHARGE OF NETFLIX’S PARENTAL ADVISORY MESSAGES?!?
okay, how about a more appropriate title for this post?
YOU CAN EITHER BE A FIERCE AMAZON, OR A CAMO WRAPPED VAGINAL LIFE SUPPORT
Based on the crude sub-sub title for this episode, one can safely guess how strongly i feel about this issue.
Yes dear reader. And to you 15 redditors who sent me chat messages and the other 26 who sent me direct messages asking for my input about military life as a woman. Finally, you will get the answers you are looking for.
As usual, before i begin on my usual rant, let me start off with an intro.
INTRO
Be advised, i may or may not be a wee bit tipsy while writing this. I find i write best when i am left alone with my partner playing “straddle-what’s-basically-a-controlled-detonation-on-full-afterburners-on-a-night-flyby-exercise” and with a tumbler full of scotch within arm’s reach. Today’s post is brought to you by “small-batch-whisky-whom-i-shall-choose-to-not-name-because-im-actually-not-sponsored-by-them” and im staring at a stack of unnecessary paperwork that some brand spanking new good idea fairies (who will fofahkssakes will get lost in the woods the first chance they get) have dropped in my lap, putting me in just a teensy weensy homicidal mood.
THE SISTERHOOD OF “DIE, MOFO, DIE!”
You have finished your basic and occupational training. Depending on your nationality, you may undergo additional training, or you might be looking at orders chopping you off to your first unit. Yay! (Those first introductory training courses in the military doesnt count in my books since everyone is weird there anyway. Its where they weed out those unsuitable for this life and skim the cream of the crop.)
Dont break into your happy little dance yet. Its just beginning for you.
Here’s some generic advice from a wiser person than me.
Being a woman in the military is just, strange.
Lets get out of the way the obvious gimmes first.
SEX AND RELATIONSHIPS
Look. Im not gonna start with a sermon and go “dont shit where you eat” or “the military workplace is STILL a professional workplace, act professionally” sermonizing bullshit on you. Kind of high and mighty of me seeing as i married another military person. Youre an adult in a professional environment. Act accordingly. Just be respectful and be smart. If youre looking at co workers for potential life partners, have at it. Contrary to popular belief, military people are one of the most romantic people ever. Sure, were a little bit messed up in the head and come with some baggage, on account of all the killing and out performing the enemy when it comes to converting human bodies into pink mist, but who doesnt have baggage in their life?
If you even come remotely close to being decent looking in civvie life, you will be an instant army (or insert favorite branch) babe. You are surrounded by lonely, horny, and rowdy males. This is normal. In most cases, you will be exactly as lonely, horny, and rowdy as they are. Maybe even worse. Boys might think were all prim and proper and sugar and spice and everything nice, but the last time i looked down, im rocking the same beef curtains as you ladies. I know we are so much more grosser?/grossier? than dudes in most cases. Exhibit A: female side of any public bathroom.
Gone are the days when you have to put in the work and effort just to look good for a date. Seriously, all you have to do is change into civillian clothing on the weekend and you will find yourself inundated with invitations to a date before you even sign out of the main gate. If you’re above average looking and actually look good in combats, you will smell the pheromones from a mile away.
Let me make myself clear: THIS. DOES. NOT. MAKE. YOU. SPECIAL. There will come a time when your whole life will revolve around the military and you will have little time left to socialize in a civillian setting. This will mean that it may be possible your dating options will consist of purely fellow military members. Before you dip your toes in the work pool, remember that your situation might be very well the same for the people you are dating.
Be an adult. A responsible and accountable one. I highly believe that the antiquated rules prohibiting fraternization amongst the ranks is meant to mitigate any risks of abuse. This is 2020. That should no longer be the case. If a relationship ends badly, DO NOT use your hooha as a weapon to “win” the break up. I have seen so many cases of scumbag women in the ranks who are only one level evolved beyond being vaginal life support, abuse the new protections and equality measures enacted in the workplace. All you’re doing is unravelling all that work and preventing honest, hard working women from succesfully joining the ranks, and making it hard for legitimate victims to attain justice.
This strikes a really personal note with me because I was sexually assaulted by a senior student during leadership school. (I refuse to be called a rape “victim”.) I have been known to be the wild child all throughout my life. But nothing I have done made me deserve what that animal did to me. I had to fight hard to prove to the system that i am claiming that a legitimate offense took place, and i want justice, goddammit. Im not trying to game the system, im not trying to seek the spotlight, im not trying to “win” a breakup, i dont want anything at all except maybe look him in the eye and have him acknowledge that he deserves to serve time as restitution for his offense.
There are women out there who have had it worse than me. There are women out there who will never breathe the breath of the living again as a result of what happened to them. Do NOT even dare exploit a system trying to fix itself to prevent any more dead and violated women. You may have personally benefited from it now, but what about women you love? Friends? Sisters? Cousins? How would you be able to live with yourself if a system that has been tampered with by people like you is now unable to help them?
Tales of woe and sadness aside, i have also seen women bat their eyelashes at dumbass teenage barely out of highschool males in their class and ask if they can carry some of their loadout in their rucksack. And then complain in the next breath that life as a modern woman is still heavily biased. No honey, you dont get to do that. Take off the uniform and go sell pictures of your feet on gonewild if you wanna cash in on your vajayjay. You dont get to do that while wearing the same uniform that i do. One that i actually earned the right to wear.
Now, on to the more practical parts:
HYGIENE AND FEMALE CARE

  1. Underwear: some militaries provide an allowance to female members so they can buy their own bras. Before you go to Victoria’s Secret or La Perla, ask yourself: how busty am i? If you are at the point where you need underwire in your brassiere, believe me, those wires will come popping out as soon as you shrug on your plates and squeeze your tatas. Do yourself a favour and use that bra allowance to have your own sports bras custom made.
If you’re a fan of small underwear like I am, do yourself a favour and leave the thongs at home when in field exes/deployments, and wear the issued boxers. Even though i scoff at the idea of the issued flame retardant boxers being your last line of defense against being burnt to a crisp, my reasons are a lot more practical. Where i live, lingerie dont grow on trees. That shit’s expensive. If it gets ripped up or damaged or rendered unwearable due to adverse living conditions, or stupid delicates murdering laundry machines at the wash, the military will not reimburse you for it.
  1. Feminine Hygiene: due to our anatomy, we are a lot more prone to UTIs and yeast infections when living in adverse conditions. Even when in FOBs that do their best to make themselves your home away from home, the conditions usually are still pretty ripe and favourable for infections to develop in unsanitary conditions. Set yourself up for success by making sure to pack enough washes and baby wipes. My job involves paying strict attention to small details. In fact, we are a lot more vigilant about it than your standard grunt. Its because our lives depend on it. How can i trust a soldier in my unit to be observant enough and not get themselves and me blown up, if i cant even trust them not to be taken out of commission by a UTI in the desert because they let their stank get so stanky to the point that they need an IV drip of antibiotics?
  2. Feminine Health: if you think your periods are a killer when youre in the comfort of your own home, think again. Imagine having cramps in the middle of the desert heat, stuffed in a bullet magnet tin box on wheels, surrounded by heavily armed stinky dudes, in a hostile country populated with innocent people who just want to live their lives in peace, and people who look like those innocent people, but instead of being peaceful, look forward to blowing themselves up just to kill you. Do yourself a favour: get an IUD or a hormone shot like Depoprovera. It will stop your periods dead in its tracks, and the brief period of discomfort after having those measures installed in your body is worth it.
  3. On deployment, bring (sexual) protection and some other stuff. Jesus, im so bad for saying this, but here’s what ive witnessed usually happen at FOBs. Fresh batch of troops get popped into the oven. They are given a bunch of briefings about conduct in country. Amongst those rules of conduct laid down is discouraging fraternization. There are people who go out and break this rule as soon as they can.
As ive mentioned before, i highly believe that anti fraternization rules are antiquated and will have to be reviewed some time soon. This is 2020, where even lower ranking enlisted can boast some more education and life experiences. A good majority of them know how to be an adult and not let their personal life do a mission creep on their work life. But since its the military, they have to take things slow and steady because all rules enacted should be carefully analyzed (a.k.a.: have a bunch of generals and senior staff get the chance to attach their names on it). Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs actually place intimacy as a requirement above physical needs. That Hierarchy does not cease to exist just because you wear combats. A good leader plans for that and helps their soldiers succeed.
Anyway, back to my point. You’ll be horny. You’ll be rowdy. And you’ll be lonely. This is where the protection and other stuff_ part comes in. Condoms + your IUD or any chosen form of birth control i mentioned above should be sufficient enough to protect you from the double hazards of disease and unwanted pregnancy. Please note that i highly recommend other ways of satisfying sexual needs prior to engaging in actual intercourse with another person. This is usually because getting it on also has a chance of one member of the party developing something that has no place developing in the middle of a goddamn mission.
Im not talking about fucking barnyard animals. Im talking about masturbation. This is where the other stuff comes in. The other stuff are, well, no other ways to put it, sex toys. Bear with me for a second here and let me explain. A horny, sex deprived soldier is a single minded soldier. A soldier who’s mind is less than 100% on the mission and preoccupied with getting their freak on is a distracted soldier. I have seen the rules relaxed on the field when it comes to bored, scared, and horny soldiers. A good leader can take care of boredom and fear. Lack of physical intimacy is something only the soldier can take care of. This is an easy gimme problem for men to take care of. Wake up, wank off, piss, smoke, drink coffee, and its All Good Morning Vietnam after that.
For females, its a little bit more complicated and harder to explain.
If you need to get laid, you need to get laid. Having sex with yourself should always be COA A, B, and C, before you start shooting long looks at those icky, cootie ridden boys. Just kidding. If men are allowed to take care of their own sexual needs solo, then why shouldnt you as well?
Why the sex toys then? Im talking strictly about vibrators. Put away the whips and chains. You dont need to bring your entire sex dungeon on deployment. Its because women’s bodies are unique in a million different ways. Some women find it pleasant to have some parts of the body stimulated. Some dont. Bringing a vibrator allows you to bypass all these “middleman” erogenous zones and get straight to business. A vibrator also helps women who cannot get satisfaction from pure manual stimulation of their “magic bean”. There are different kinds of tools out there to suit your needs.
Im Jewish by birth and has also commanded some Mormon troops. Jews and Mormons i found are the hardest troops to counsel when it comes to maintaining their sexual health. Jews because of the very nature of their guilt based culture, and Mormons because of their massively restricting rules about sexuality. I had a married Mormon soldier under my command whom ive noticed has been developing a pretty friendly relationship with one of the clerks. I knew it was a matter of time before these two heads into some dark and private area and start carrying on. I took the soldier aside and advised him to talk to his bishop and figure out a way to sate his sexual needs within the bounds of his faith, without creating drama in the workplace or ruining his marriage.
Btw, if youre learning about any of this just now, please go ahead and give your parents a bonk on the forehead for me. Thank youuuuuuu.
PHYSICAL FITNESS
Just because you and your booty has 40k Instagram followers doesnt mean you are physically fit to join the military. Imagine all the “exercises” you do in the gym. Now imagine doing all that while wearing at least 150 lbs of kit. And then imagine doing that in a situation where your physical fitness may or may not be the one that saves your life.
I dont care if you have no ambitions towards joining the combat arms jobs. I knew of a guy who on gate duty while on deployment in the Balkans. Him and a buddy were lit up by effective fire to cover a young man trying to rush their gate while wearing a SVIED. This guy tackled him from behind and froze him in place so he couldnt clack himself off while trusting his buddy is providing covering fire. Him and his buddy are both cooks.
Physical fitness is an important part of your job requirements in the military regardless of what trade you apply for. Physical fitness is also a personal responsibility. Do not sign the dotted line expecting the military to whip you up into shape. All you will accomplish is break yourself trying.
Going back to the different physicality of the female anatomy, make sure your workouts are geared to fit into that military oriented demand. Gym fit is entirely different from military fit. I have always had lower back problems since hitting puberty because of my boobs. The problems started escalating even before i joined the military. I had never been fat my entire life but i soon realized i was never physically fit either. I depended on my high metabolism, raging hormones, and natural flexibility as a teenager to carry me through cheerleading and all the sports that i used to do. As an adult, i soon realized i cant depend on those things anymore. I had to focus on integrating a lot of core and back exercises on top of my workouts.
A physique based workout is not a strengthening workout. But that doesnt mean you have to give up on your goals of popping a six pack, popping some lats, and sporting a wicked v cut. You just have to be smart with your workouts. Focus on functional workouts that would enable you to go on long patrols while carrying heavy gear. Do that, do well with that, and the physique will come.
Last but not least, if you smoke, quit. Im not gonna sermon you on this. Theres plenty of information out there letting you know about the health risks associated with smoking. Later on in your career, sure, there might be some room for a vice. But smoking during military training when you desperately need your cardio will not do you any favours. I smoke here and there with my boys only when on deployment. A couple of exceptions for real life reasons when in garrison, say the birth of a baby, or some success that needs celebrating. But i only smoke cigars. Cubanos mostly, because if im gonna smoke a cancer stick, it will be an expensive cancer stick. Lmao. I also learned how to chew tobacco while working with Americans. Chewing tobacco is quite an interesting experience. I dont like doing it, but its quite an effective ice breaker when working with American counter parts, especially their Marines, when i approach them and ask: “want a dip?” and hand them a can of Skoal.
POST SCRIPT
I originally wanted to post this as a series. Once the series is completed, i will create an index post and post that into militarystories and this sub. I have only posted one so far before this post.
However, my situation has changed. I am now in a position where i am doing the job of two people while our tempo is dramatically sped up. I will still take time to answer questions and requests for advice, but sadly, the endstate i was envisioning will not be possible until at least for a long while. This post has been marinating in my drafts folder for quite some time before i finally had to be honest with myself and admit that i am going about this the wrong way.
I do not want to disappoint everyone who sent me PMs and chat messages asking me for advice. I think doing it this way is a happy medium. I will still entertain private conversations and questions. Just please be patient if it takes me a while to respond.
Finally, to u/fishtheunicorn, i apologize for putting you on the spot like this. But, i usually creep the profiles of people who DM, chat, and follow me. I noticed that out of all of them, you are the only one who is still at such a young age in their life. So here’s a piece of advice that i send out to you and to similar fresh eager young faces like you only.
You have finally graduated high school. For some of you, its “now what do i do?”. For others, its your country’s version of your elite military academy where you graduate with a Baccalaureate and a commission. For a select few, the military is a last resort in hopes of not getting lost in life.
I joined the military as an already full grown adult. I left behind a professional career and discarded years’ worth of education that helped establish that. I do not regret any of it. All of those life experiences has made me a better person, a better leader, and a more than average soldier. My job requires me to be bold and decisive. While leaders like me are allowed leeway to make mistakes, mistakes made at our level usually produces a dead or badly injured friendly soldier at the other end of the decision making process. Our job as leaders is to use our soldiers to achieve our mission endstate. Its NOT our job to use them up.
If the military is the endstate you have been working on your entire life, holding off on signing that dotted line while gaining some more life experiences wouldnt hurt at the very least. Travel. Live with foreigners. Learn a new language and a new culture. Learn how to work and lead in a professional environment. Learn some professional and life skills. After that, when you feel that you’re ready, watch yourself be a rockstar once you finally join this unique brothesisterhood and bring all this wealth of knowledge and experience to the table.
If the military is nothing but a “eh, well, better than working at McDonalds” option for you after high school, know this: there is a place for you in the military too. There are plenty of opportunities for you to succeed as long as you apply yourself. But you only achieve this if you are honest with yourself first and foremost and humble enough to know that you need a lot of learning to do. Shed all preconceived notions and overestimated trust in your capabilities, and do not be afraid to put in some hard work.
Work hard. Share in everyone’s hardship. It is not wrapping yourself up in a flag and humming patriotic songs that would endear you to your colleagues. Its sharing the same suffering they are enduring. Part of the reason why medically profiled people get ostracized in the military is that because they are now out of the shared hardships equation.
Be bold. Pick left, pick right, but stick to your guns when you know you’re right. Boldness and bravery also means yielding when you know you dont have enough experience or knowledge to support your decision.
Be humble. Theres nothing more infuriating than coming fresh out of the training schools and thinking you already know everything. For most militaries, training schools only give you the template of what you need to know. You will have more specifics to learn once you get to your unit.
Be generous. Ive been in 2 way ranges more often than i would care to. One thing i took away from those experiences is that life is short. Whether be it from someone wanting to kill you dead, or an idiot who shouldnt have been issued a driver’s license, life can get cut short for anyone at any point in time. Be generous with your affections. Say what you mean and mean what you say. Dont wait for the right moment to tell a loved one that you love them. You should be saying that everyday anyway, and making your actions be reflective of that.
Be selfless. Its a sad state of affairs that I dont get to work with the Canadians as much as i would like to, but i have observed an interesting practice they do in field exercises. Sometimes, they get a treat and have cooks prepare a fresh cooked field meal for them. They bring food out in heated containers and have the troops line up right there in the field for meal time. Senior NCOs and ALL officers stay in the back of the line and let all their lower ranking members eat first. Even though portions are heavily rationed out to ensure everyone gets something to eat, its always slim pickings for everyone else left after the Privates and Corporals have gotten their food. This experience stuck with me and has been a core principle in my leadership style.
Selflessness in soldiering is not limited to jumping on top of grenades. I always make sure my troops are well fed, well supplied, and well rested. I do not spoil them, but i make sure theyre not short changed either. I have marched straight up to the face of the Major in charge of our logistics when i was a junior officer and demanded why my troops are forced to ratfuck and stretch one MRE for 3 days per man, when it was him and his shop that fucked up in outfitting us with what we need for a simple field exercise. I refuse to make my men pay for other people’s inability to do their job. I make sure that i pull at least one sentry shift per rotation. I go above and beyond in coaching and imparting life skills to those who went from the care of their parents and the educational system, straight to the care of the military. Those who have had no opportunities to gain those skills on their own.
I do this not for personal gain or recognition. I do it because i know im not special. I know that some of these rockstars i have the privilege to lead will be leading some other rockstars themselves in the future. My ability to wear a uniform and serve my country is a road paved for me by people before me who brought in positive changes to our organization. Positive change in the military lies in the hands of people like this, and doing job well as their leader in training them, and whatever i do as i lead them, is a crucial ingredient in making sure that those positive changes happen.
To close this, i am more than willing to coach you specifically on how to prep for success in the military if youre willing to bear with me and my personal time constraints. While i may not be familiar with the intricacies of applying in your particular nation’s military, there are a lot more i can help you out with.
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Edit: ladies! Ho-ly. Lol. Okay. Got the gist of all the comments and the PMs. Okay. Im linking a few shops you guys might want to check out. All of these are shops i have personally done business with in the past, and they all do either custom work, or custom editing for your sports bras. They are in different countries and some of them only accept in person/in store business. But the beauty of these times being so unpredictable due to COVID, you might just be able to convince them to do remote work with you as long as you clearly articulate what you want. The prices are a bit steeper than your usual already expensive lingerie, but i swear, its worth it.
I too have plugged in “custom made sports bras” in Google and came up with frustrating hits. What initially got me started with it is that i was able to sweet talk a seamstress into “experimenting” with my bras. I have a pair that was as close to perfect as i have ever had, and all she had to do was strip it down and resize it in her shop based on my measurements. It might be a harder process for some, and it might be an easier process to others. It depends on every single woman’s body type.
Technically, theres no such thing right now as a “true” custom made/bespoke sports bra. Its all just basically mass produced stretchy sweat wicking fabric that you jam your ta-tas into and hope for the best. I dont like “true” sports bras. I dont like how i have to peel them off like a shirt. (Yeah, yeah, i get it, there’s ones that have clasps, but thats a recent development). I prefer swimwear bras or cheer practice bras. Those ones have a lot more optionality and customization options without taking away too much from the support aspect of things.
If you cant find any shop nearby that offers those services, its quite easy to go talk to a seamstress/tailor who would be willing to modify a bra for your specific body measurements. Soma is a good brand for its selections, and Lululemon for its next generation fabrics. Find out the best fabric from Lululemon, scope some styles from Soma, ask if theres any athletics or cheerleading outfitters near you than can assemble a bra close to your size, and then have the seamstress/tailor do the final fitting. Lots of work, but ive done it before, and its not that hard.
Putting this info in a military context, you dont need a “true” sports bra specifically. Take this advice and adapt it into your personal context. Maybe youre like me who still can benefit from a hybrid bra like a swim/cheer bra for support to approximate the support you get from underwire. Maybe you need to double up on the sports bra so you get to control the “squish” factor you get from the plates. (I actually had to do this before). Or maybe, sadly, its time to really look at a reductive surgery as an option.
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Gawdfakendammit. Anyone know how to get rid of the annoying cover photos that links pull into the post? I dont want this post’s cover photo to be a picture of a boob holster. Lol.
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2020.09.24 23:52 RobinAnonymous I’m a cast member starring in your favourite TV show, and I’m being held prisoner.

I need to be quick, before they figure out I'm not on set, so sorry for mistakes.
I wrote everything below last night, and I'm posting it now on a throw-away phone on public Wi-fi. It's been two days since I've taken the pill, so I'm feeling clearheaded enough.
My name is Robin. I'm twenty-five years old, and I'm being held prisoner.
Robin isn't my real name, but I'm going to change it for obvious reasons. I play a main character in a well-known TV show which is currently airing. You've probably seen it on one of the big networks or streaming services.
Most of you will know my character, though I'm not sure about me. I wouldn't say I'm A-list. But our show does have a lot of fans. I'm writing this, because I recently talked to a friend (who is also going through this ordeal with me.)
He's out of it most of the time, but there were slithers in conversation when he mentioned this website. He said this place is where people can tell stories, real or fake. And you guys can either believe me, or chalk what I'm going to tell you down to a glamorised fan-fiction written by someone with an over active imagination. It's also the best place for me to tell it. I can't get into trouble, because I guess it's a story. This is the only place I can reach out to.
I'll start from the beginning. I'm going to change the names of the characters/cast members to remain anonymous so this can't be traced back to me. The character I play is called Katie Parker. I've been playing her for almost three years. Katie was my first real acting gig.
I've been cast in movies and shows before, but Katie was my way into real fame. I've met some great people since then, and my cast mates are like my second family. Katie was the reason I moved to LA and took a chance on what I thought would be a small role.
The show wasn't expected to get so big, and before I knew it, I was attending press days and going to my first ever Teen Choice Awards, and San Diego Comic Con. It was crazy. Surreal. I could work with my best friends and earn money for doing what I loved.
It seemed like a dream come true.
And it was. At least for the first few years. I loved the show. It was something I could believe in. I connected so well to Katie, because she suffered with the same problems as me (anxiety and depression).
The show from the start wanted to be different, and I respected that. It wanted to take elements from other TV drama's, and mix them together, creating something brand new and innovative. And it worked.
Our head writers were brothers, collaboratively working on the show. They were passionate about the plot and characters, especially Katie, and often let me have creative input, which allowed me to connect to my character properly, which made it easier to play her. If I'm honest I felt like I was playing myself.
Trouble arose when we finished season one. Again, we didn't know the show was going to go so well. Our writers had a perfect ending, which tied up all the loose ends. We had already filmed it, and despite adoring Katie, I was happy with the ending. Part of me was praying for a season two, but we all collaboratively agreed our initial ending was great.
I remember we all went out for a cast meal, and the subject came up. Season two. We were all definitely hoping for one, and knew the writers had ideas if we were green lit. At that point, I was practically high on the thought of another season. And who could have blamed me? Another 13 whole episodes to film with my best friends? It was the dream.
And weeks later? We were commissioned for season two. I can't put into words how happy I was! I remember being at home when it was announced, and I screamed.
I just screamed and screamed until my parents, who I was visiting at the time, asked me if I was okay. The next few months went by in a blur. I was blown away how big our show had gotten. People came up to me at the airport, calling me Katie. It was crazy. Like I was living this insane dream.
Season two was different. Though I was expecting it. I did notice the writing had gotten lazy, though. Katie's storylines went from normal problems, to progressively more bizarre plots that I could no longer call relatable.
It reached a point when Katie became a separate person all together, and playing her started to make me feel uncomfortable. Our fans started to notice the deteriorating writing, and then our show began its downwards spiral. The writers were writing for shock value, instead of actual engaging plot.
We were left baffled, and couldn't say anything, because we weren't allowed. At the end of season two, it only got more and more insane. Which again, made sense. The whole point of the show was to be different, but the writers took it to a whole other level.
Season three is when everything kind of blew up in my face. I wasn't excited to be green lit for another season. None of us were. The spark had gone, and the show was starting to gain attention for how crazy it had gotten.
My friends and family started asking questions, and they urged me to quit. As far as they were concerned, the show was a joke. As were myself and the other cast members. We became a joke.
People weren't laughing with us. They were laughing at us. At characters we worked so hard to make real, only for the writers to make them barely recognisable.
It was infuriating, but I wasn't allowed to speak out. If I liked a post on Instagram which was making fun of the show, I'd get none stop texts telling me to unlike it, before the fans caught wind of my true feelings.
I was contracted to defend it. So I did. In every interview, I made sure to speak only good things about Katie. Even when her character was as good as dead to me. I ignored the sceptical look on interviewers faces when I told them how much I loved the show and characters, and made sure I smiled. We were told that so many times it was practically drilled into us.
We had to smile. But I didn't want to smile. I knew our fans were wondering if I was okay, because in almost every photo, I looked tired and fed up. The others were the same, and that thought kept me sane. For every nauseating question I'd be asked about Katie's sex life, we would exchange discreet rolled eyes and secret smiles. Throughout the day I kept getting the overwhelming urge to stand up, and leave.
And never go back.
But I kept going, because part of me was still holding onto faith that the show would get better. I did fall in love with it, after all. Plus, I was with my best friends.
I didn't want to quit the show, and leave them. Even if Katie, as well as the show itself were emotionally draining me. We started season 3 like normal. Obviously this year it was different. Comic con didn't happen because of the pandemic.
Though there were small press appearances with social distancing measures in place. I spent a lot of time with family over the Summer, and didn't travel at all. So when it came to heading back to film after giving the go-ahead, I was excited to the see the others. I knew the show was still a mess, but working with them was something I loved to do, regardless of bad writing.
Things were different, however. I knew as soon as I arrived, that the atmosphere in the writers room was stifling. When I sat down, I almost felt suffocated. We'd already had script meetings on Zoom, and they seemed to go fine.
As soon as I stepped foot inside, something was wrong. The secondary cast members were absent, which already set off alarm bells in my head. Normally, everybody was present for script read-through's. So when it was just the five of us, surrounded by writers and crew members, I felt like I was in a lions den. They were all stony faced, and I immediately thought I'd done something wrong.
Our head writer, James Marley was sitting at the head of the table, a long rectangle we all gathered around for our first in person script read. His brother, Derek, was nowhere to be seen. I later found out that Derek had quit the show over so-called "creative differences". Normally, everyone would be talking animatedly and laughing. But our writers were silent. My cast mates sat around me, looking uncomfortable.
The night before, we'd gathered at another cast member Noah's apartment.
We talked about the show, and after exchanging stories about how absurd our characters had become, we agreed we would leave if it got worse. The show was ruining any chance of a serious career for any of us. There were five of us that night. Me and Noah, who plays my on-screen love interest on the show. As well as Izzy, Rory and Lana. They play three other main characters. Noah declared that as a cast, we were done. If the writing continued to deteriorate, and I knew it would, we were going to leave together.
Noah said he knew people who could easily get us out of the contract, so we thought we didn't have to worry about that. Though I was still sceptical. It seemed unlikely he'd know people high enough to take down TV executives, but I trusted him.
We kept our decision to leave the show under wraps. If the writers/producers found out, we'd be in trouble. No matter how much I hated the show at that point, fans still love it. They still love Katie, and if we left, that meant them finding new cast members. I didn't want to upset anyone. Especially our fans. But being there was driving me insane. I couldn't look at another script, and let them ruin Katie even more.
So, we were sitting around the writers table, and I was sweating. Bad. I didn't know if I was getting sick, or just anxiety, but my hands were clammy around my script. Part of me wondered if somehow the writers had caught onto our pact. Though that was crazy, right? It was just the five of us hanging out. I got my answer when James spoke up, giving me a condescending nod across the table. His voice was no longer friendly, more of a growl. He asked me where I was planning on going when I left the show. I was speechless.
Had one of the other cast members told him? I knew they wouldn't have, so how did he know? My heart was pounding, and it no longer felt like a script read-through. It was an interrogation. Rory jumped up to go to the bathroom, no doubt to escape the awkwardness. But he was ushered back to his seat. I should have noticed that. The way they manhandled my friend, shoving him back into his spot next to Izzie. Maybe then I might have realised that something was seriously wrong. That we needed to get the hell out of there.
But I could feel a panic attack brewing. My heart was doing acrobatics, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. Like all the breath had been sucked from my lungs. I stared down at my script and read over the same highlighted line over and over again until my eyes were blurring with tears. I couldn't bring myself to look up and face him. Which was crazy. James had always felt like a friend, so why was he acting like that?
At the corner of my eye, Izzie was reaching over to comfort me, but James snapped at her, telling the girl to leave me alone. Noah looked like he was going to step in, but I somehow managed to coax words out of my throat. That was the moment I had a chance to leave. At least I thought I did. The words were tangled in my throat, but I couldn't say them. I was too scared to. So I told James I didn't know what he was talking about.
It was all I could say. My throat was dry like sand paper, and I felt like I was going to be sick. Instead of interrogating me further, he asked us to hand over our phones. Which was like a kick in the gut. I used Instagram a lot to document long nights of filming, or hanging out with the others. It was harmful playing around, I didn't understand why he wanted them. Twisting around in my chair, I noticed the only door was blocked. The others noticed this too, but they just gave us some lame excuse, explaining it was so we could concentrate fully on the script. "Bullshit." Noah had argued, but he was ignored.
When we refused to give them our phones, our contracts were brought up, and we were threatened. What with, I'm not sure. James spoke so convoluted, I couldn't understand what he was saying.
Though maybe that was the point. He sounded like he was talking in tongues, and went through each section of our contract with this vindictive smile I don't think I'll ever get out of my head.
He was triumphant. And looking around at my cast mates, I knew we were fighting a losing battle. The threats worked.
With every single person in that room against us, we stood down. We handed over our phones, and that was their first step in taking control of our lives. It sounds stupid that something as small as handing over your phone can change everything. But I had no idea what doing that would do. I'd let go of my one connection to our fans, as well as my family and friends.
Initially, it was just small things that changed. We weren't allowed our phones, and our social media's were taken over, the passwords changed. I figured that was just in case we went live and told everyone we were planning on leaving. I tried several times to try the "forget your password" trick.
But the account had just been set to a different email address. My manager was quiet, so I guess she was on their side.
Though I'm not surprised, she was good friends with James. Before they took my phone, I texted her I wanted to leave, and she read it, but didn't reply.
So we were on our own with crumbling resources. But things weren't overly bad at that point. Despite knowing it was a bad idea to speak out, we planned to go to every media outlet we could think of, and report them for threatening us, as well as giving us shady contracts. Lana argued that it was impossible. That it would be their word against ours, but Noah was insistent.
He said, if we made it public then the fans would side with us. I believed him. Our fans are passionate about the show, so I crossed my fingers. Weeks went by, and I started to notice a change on set, even if I was expecting it.
The following script read through's had been almost painfully awkward. It wasn't just the phone thing, as well as getting our socials hijacked. I felt like I was being forced to play this character.
Set life was no longer fun. It was draining, and all I seemed to get was passive aggressive smiles from crew members I knew hated me. It's weird, it's like James had cast a spell across set, making sure everyone I walked past sneered at me, or made some backhanded comment about the five of us being "difficult". I used to be friendly with them. I used to share my lunch with them and make jokes. But I found myself avoiding them at all costs.
I hid away in my trailer a lot. With no phone and laptop (which they also took away) I was bored. So I read books in between shoots. I used to visit the others, but they always separated us, making sure we couldn't talk to each other. If I wanted to see Izzie, she'd be trapped in hair and make up, and the boys would on set. I tried multiple times to talk to secondary cast members, and sure, they nodded and smiled, but it's like they weren't listening to me. Like my words were going in one ear, and straight out the other.
The crew knew we didn't want to be there. So they treated us differently. Even if we happened to be the main cast. It was discreet, so no other cast members caught on, but it was the type of low-key bullying I saw at high school. They would talk behind my back, or even in front of my face, trying to gaslight me into thinking I was the one in the wrong. That I was some spoiled brat who was throwing a fit because the show wasn't going the way I wanted. I decided I was going to quit, regardless of what James threatened us with.
I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to go home, and forget everything. Forget the show, and Katie, like it was a bad dream. The others were going to come with me. Rory's the youngest out of us. He's from England. So he and the others were going to stay at my parents for a while. At least until we figured things out. I hadn't told my parents yet, but they knew I was heading over for Thanksgiving, which was only a few months away. I knew they would be fine with extra guests. They've met my cast mates before, and I knew they were happy to self isolate at my parents house. It was better than staying.
So, the five of us figured out a plan.
We decided to go to a well-known entertainment tabloid and tell them everything, including the mistreatment and threats. When it was out there, broadcasted, we would be free.
At least that's what I thought. I remember that day being boiling hot. There was no breeze and the humidity made my skin crawl. The air was dry, and on our usual ten hour shoot, I was barely keeping it together. I had to wear a thick sweater in ninety degree heat, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I was thirsty, but was rarely allowed to have a drink of water, despite my voice croaking.
After the shoot, I was anticipating finally being able to tell our story. It was driving me nuts being on set, feeling judgemental eyes on me. Being general assholes was something I thought I could deal with. One more time. But refusing to let me drink water was just cruel and petty.
It wasn't just me. The crew made sure to make all of our lives a misery. Izzie was fat shamed in front of everyone. James told her to lose weight, or her character would start losing "sexual appeal". They gave her smaller sized dresses during fittings and chastised her when she couldn't fit into a skirt.
Izzie didn't fight back. She just stood there and took the abuse, nodding in all the right places. She tearfully agreed that she needed to go on a diet. So, enough was enough. We were going to expose the show, and get our lives back. I was no longer scared I was over reacting or paranoid. It was clear the show only cared about the characters. Katie was like gold to them, and I was nothing.
The night we were going to start putting our plan into action, I felt sick with nerves. I got changed at the end of the shoot and grabbed my stuff, heading out to meet the others. The night prior Noah said he was going to use a friend's Instagram account and reach out to the tabloid. I know what you're thinking. We could have easily gotten a new phone each. But it's our accounts that labelled us official. If we made new ones, they would be taken down. We spend all day on set, so its easier for them to keep tabs on us, but Noah managed to get in touch with a friend. He didn't say the details. Just that he needed a verified account. Even if they didn't believe us, it would definitely be headline news.
Heading out to the parking lot, I expected to see the usual. Noah and Rory sitting on the far wall, feet dangling, sharing a cigarette between them, and Lana and Izzie talking quietly together. Our usual routine was to get an Uber back to our apartment building. Since they took our phones, the show usually got us a ride. But that night, there was no sign of the others. I figured I'd wait for them. It wasn't out of the line of possibility that they were still on set. It was a cool night so I paced the parking lot.
Without my phone to listen to music, I was bored. My legs were aching. I was in a daze, thinking up the best and worst case scenario's of our plan in my head, when I heard footsteps. I turned around with a smile, expecting to see my cast mates. I hadn't gotten a proper chance to speak to them all day, so I was itching to just talk to them and go over the plan. On set, they were the only people who made me feel safe and kept my sanity in check. Except it wasn't them. Instead of my four friends, I was staring at James.
His smile was nauseating, but I forced myself to greet him.
"Robin." He said, and gave me a curt nod.
I smiled back, hoping a simple greeting would send him away. But he seemed overly happy about something. His eyes were glittering, a smirk pulling at his lips.
James commented about the weather, and I nodded along, hoping he'd go away, hoping the others appeared. But they didn't. They were nowhere to be seen, and I was starting to realise they weren't coming. And from the look on his face, he knew I was panicking. My hands were jittering so I shoved them in my jeans pockets. He stayed silent for a whole minute, and I was sure I was going to pass out. I was convinced he was doing it on purpose. "Are you waiting for the Uber?" he asked.
I told him I was, and he started laughing. Like I'd just told him a joke.
"I didn't call one tonight." He said.
My stomach twisted. "What?"
James smiled, but there was no warmth in it. He shook his head like I was a child acting out. "You'll be staying somewhere else tonight. We've made alternative arrangements."
He said it cheerily, but there was something in his tone which told me I had no choice. And I didn't. My parents lived three thousand miles away. I had no phone, and my cast mates had disappeared. I found myself nodding, even when burning bile was crawling up my throat. I wanted to ask where the others were, but James didn't seem inclined to tell me.
The writer told me to grab my stuff, which was just my bag and jacket, and follow him to his car. I did, swallowing the urge to ask him where the others were. My heart was stampeding in my chest, and my mind was on overdrive.
Did I start crying out for help?
No, that was ridiculous. Anyone else would perceive what was happening as completely normal. James was giving me a ride to these so-called "alternative arrangements". But I knew something wasn't right. It wasn't helping that I still had no idea where my cast mates were. We had gone over every possible obstacle, every chance of something going wrong, whether it was big or small. All day we had communicated though nods and winks, silently sealing the deal. It didn't make sense that they would just disappear.
The second I jumped into the backseat of his car, I knew James was aware of our plan, and he would stop at nothing to keep our mouths shut. The car ride was short, and I remember trying to figure out a way to dive out when he stopped the car, and just run for it. I had a twenty dollar note in my pocket. That's it.
I'd left the rest of my belongings, like my credit card and purse at home. The twenty was originally for something to eat, but I was barely allowed a break between shoots. Grasping the money in my fist, I knew the twenty would get me cab fare to the city centre.
From there I'd go to the police station and tell them everything. The area where we film is fairly remote, and I quickly realised James was going in an opposite direction to the city centre. I started to panic, especially when he sent me knowing glances through the mirror. He knew exactly where the other cast members were, and seeing me squirm was giving him a sickening satisfaction.
"The others," I finally managed to choke out, when I twisted in my seat and only saw darkness through the window. There were barely any street lights, and I couldn't stop myself. It was like word vomit. "Where are they?"
James didn't answer for a moment, and when I was sure I was going to throw up, he chuckled. "You're shaking," his voice was like splintered ice. "I don't know why you're sitting there acting like I'm driving you to your death. Pull yourself together."
Gaining confidence, I sat up straight. "Where are you taking me?" I asked in a steady voice. "Where are the others?"
"Others?" James switched on the radio and cranked it up, swaying in his seat to a slow song crackling through the speakers. He was playing mind-games.
"Yes, the others." I said sharply. "What did you do to them?"
His gaze didn't leave the road. "They're sick," he murmured. "Not the virus, I'm sure of it. The disease is inside their head, and I've sent them away to get better."
Something cold slithered down my spine. "Sick?"
My brain whirred with questions. What disease? What was he talking about?
"Yes." He tapped the steering wheel, and my head started to pound. My cheeks felt like they were burning. Maybe I was sick. My stomach had been galloping all day. "Like you, Robin. The five of you have been showing symptoms all week, but we figured tonight would be the best time to send you to a place where you can get better."
"Symptoms?" Was all I could say with the gutter of my throat. "What symptoms?"
"Don't you worry about that right now, Robin," he hummed. "We're going to make you better. After all, we can't have you spewing your rambling delusions online, can we?"
Before I could speak, he continued. His fingers were turning white gripping the steering wheel. "It's okay, Robin. We're going to help you. You don't want to embarrass yourself."
No. I wanted to scream at him, but I felt like I was paralysed. He was making out like I was crazy, like we were crazy for wanting to leave the show.
All of this because of a TV show.
All because of Katie.
That's all he wanted. James wanted Katie.
I didn't cry. Crying would look pathetic. Crying would only add fuel to his fire that I was crazy.
"I want to go home."
The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I felt like a child. But I was scared. I was so fucking scared.
James didn't reply after that, and I was left to my thoughts. My plan to make a run for it had fallen through. We were in the middle of nowhere. There was no way I could find a cab at the time of night, and I had no phone. No way to contact anyone.
When James parked outside what looked like a rundown hotel, I pressed my face against the window, considering using my bag as a make-shift weapon. The place loomed over me, a silhouette of a dark building. The only light was the sign on the front, the name written in neon purple cursive. I was ushered out of the car before I could try and attempt to break away. James kept a firm hold of my arm. When I tugged at it, telling him to let me go, he assured me it was for my own safety. So I didn't hurt myself.
I asked questions, but they were all ignored. The hotel reception was not much of anything; a small room with bright yellow walls and a sitting area where ironically, reruns of our show were playing. A tired looking man in a suit behind a desk fell into conversation with James. I tried to listen in, but they spoke in hissed whispers I could barely understand.
I heard our names. All five of us. After ten minutes of me dazedly watching my character Katie run though a forest, chased by a man in a mask, James grabbed my shoulder and pulled me towards a set of brown mahogany doors, and then up a carpeted staircase.
The place looked abandoned. Like we were the only ones inside. I was taken up three flights of stairs and pulled down a narrow hallway with the same sickly yellow paint peeling on the walls. I was shoved inside the first room, and before I could turn around and try and dive past him, James was slamming the door in my face.
The sound of a lock clicking into place sent my heart into my throat.
The room was tiny and box-like with the same paint-work. There were two single beds, and sitting on one of them was Rory. He'd previously had his head planted in his lap and looked up sharply. His eyes were swollen. He'd been crying. "Robs?"
We hugged. I asked him what the hell was going on, and he had no idea. James had taken him and the others before me. When I asked where Noah, Izzie and Lana were, he shook his head with a frown. "No clue." his accent felt warm and familiar, something I needed.
Rory explained that James had told him and the others the same thing. That they were sick, and needed help. He also said the windows were locked, and the phone on the bedside cupboard had been disconnected. There was no way we could reach out to the outside world.
That night, I slept. The bed was small and I could barely fit on it, but I was so tired I didn't care. I don't know how I manged to fall asleep though. I was exhausted from the shoot, but my brain wouldn't shut up, and James's words played like a stuck record in my head. Before I knew it the windows were flooded with sunlight, and Rory was standing over me, shaking me. I got up quickly, only to find James standing in the doorway.
In his hands were two glasses of water.
Rory made sure to greet him with verbal abuse. Which I was thankful for. I was barely awake, and couldn't string two words together.
"Colourful." James said, smirking at my cast mate. The boy was practically vibrating with fury next to me.
Though I'm not surprised. Rory has ADHD so he’s prone to flying off the handle.
“I'm here to take you to set!" James looked fresh in a brand new suit, while we were in yesterdays sweats. He must have seen my expression. "Oh no, don't you worry! I've got clothes ready downstairs, and breakfast is on its way. I've ordered Mcdonalds."
My mouth watered at the thought of food after barely eating anything the day before.
"Oh! Before I forget, it's mandatory you both take these."
Setting the glasses of water on the bedside table, James pulled something out of his pocket, holding it up to the light. I squinted. It was a tiny blue pill.
Whatever appetite I'd garnered at the thought of breakfast bled away. My chest tightened. "For your condition." He said, when none of us moved.
Rory sputtered, breaking the silence. "You're kidding, right."
James shook his head, maintaining a wide smile. "It's for your health. Take the pill voluntarily, or we'll have to take appropriate measures." He strode over to Rory and dropped the pill into the boy's hand. Then mine.
This time his eyes were hard. "Take it."
We had no choice. With James stood there watching us intently, I gave in and popped the pill into my mouth, taking a sip of water. It didn't taste of anything, and I had to swallow twice because it got lodged in the back of my throat. After a moment, Rory took his too. None of us wanted to, but it was either we did so, or James was true to his word, and enforced "appropriate measures." which I was sure was going to be him forcing it down our throat.
After we took the pill, I expected side effects. But nothing happened. It wasn't until I was on set when I started feeling weird. I can't explain it. I've been on mental health meds before and I know the side-effects can make you tired and dazed. I felt similar to that, but a lot worse. It was like being in a trance. The hours of the day blurred together and I could barely remember talking to anyone, or conversations I had. It was a mess in my head. Even now after two days of not taking it, my head still feels foggy.
Though I did notice one thing. Through the fog, a coherent thought began to bloom inside my mind. Noah wasn't on set. He wasn't anywhere. I'd seen Izzie and Lana, but I can't remember talking to them. This is their way of shutting us up and stopping us from leaving the show. Drugging us. Heavily. Two days ago James came in with the same pill.
Rory took his like normal. I hid mine under my tongue and faked swallowing it. James fell for it, and my head is starting to clear up. I've seen the effects of the pill on Rory. It turns us into zombies.
Rory still talks to me, but most of the time it's senseless rambling that makes no sense. He told me to post on here, so I am. Noah is still missing, but I know if I ask about him, they'll know I'm sober. They'll know I'm not taking the pill. I'm not risking it. I'm going to clear my head completely and find Noah.
I managed to get this phone from the prop department. They have a bag of old and new iPhone's. There's no cellular service though. I can only get WIFI.
If I can, I'll update you in a few days. I'm waiting for the pill to completely wear off.
I need to think straight. I need to find Noah and get all of us the hell out of here.
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2020.09.24 18:54 ANIKAHirsch Crosspost from r/WomenIdentity: Worldwide Crimes Perpetrated by TIMs

This original list was created by u/BouncyBoob. View the crosspost thread here: https://www.reddit.com/womenidentity/comments/issge2/crimes_perpetrated_by_transgender_people/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3

"usa,,,,KC Resident Sentenced to 20 Years for Child Pornography,https://www.justice.gov/usao-wdmo/pkc-resident-sentenced-20-years-child-pornography,
"usa,,,,Female Prisoner Says She Was Raped by Transgender Inmate,https://news.wttw.com/2020/02/19/lawsuit-female-prisoner-says-she-was-raped-transgender-inmate,https://www.illinoistimes.com/springfield/transgender-inmate-accused-of-rape
"usa,,,,felon no longer deemed threat because of gender change,https://amp.desmoinesregister.com/amp/4479275002,
"uk,,,,Karen White: how 'manipulative' transgender inmate attacked again,https://www.theguardian.com/society/2018/oct/11/karen-white-how-manipulative-and-controlling-offender-attacked-again-transgender-prison,
"uk,,,,"Female prison officers have been raped by inmates who self-identify as trans women, ex-Tory minister Rory Stewart claims",https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8211325/Female-prison-officers-raped-inmates-self-identify-trans-women-claim.html,
"usa,,,,"In North Carolina, person who identifies as transgender woman found guilty of raping child",https://cambridge.wickedlocal.com/zz/news/20190513/in-north-carolina-person-who-identifies-as-transgender-woman-found-guilty-of-raping-child,
"usa,,,,Transgender man accused of sexually assaulting woman,https://www.eastidahonews.com/2019/05/transgender-man-accused-of-sexually-assaulting-woman/,
"uk,,,,Police accused of political correctness after issuing an appeal for a sex attacker WITHOUT mentioning suspect was a man wearing womens clothes,https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-8443647/Police-issue-appeal-sex-attacker-without-mentioning-suspect-man-wearing-womans-clothes.html,
"uk,,,toilet,"Transgender woman, 18, sexually assaulted girl, 10, in Morrisons toilet",https://metro.co.uk/2019/03/16/transgender-woman-18-sexually-assaulted-girl-10-morrisons-toilet-8914577/?ito=article.amp.share.top.email,
"usa,,,toilet,Target urged to end transgender bathroom policy after 2nd man caught recording women undressing,https://abc7ny.com/news/man-seen-reaching-under-stall-with-phone-in-nj-target-dressing-room/1508431/,
"usa,,,toilet,Bedford Police Arrest Man Wanted for Allegedly Recording Juvenile Girls in Store,https://bedfordnhpd.org/2016/06/24/bedford-police-arrest-man-wanted-allegedly-recording-juvenile-girls-store/,
"usa,,,toilet,Security Guard Arrested For Removing Man From Women’s Bathroom,https://dailycaller.com/2016/05/19/security-guard-arrested-for-removing-man-from-womens-bathroom/,
"usa,,,toilet,Shopper Upset Man Allowed To Use Women’s Dressing Room In Ross,https://dfw.cbslocal.com/2016/05/17/shopper-upset-man-allowed-to-use-womens-dressing-room-in-ross/,
"usa,,,toilet,Female office worker encounters man urinating in ladies' room and exposing se,https://www.massresistance.org/docs/gen3/16a/bills-in-MA-legislature/tpc/transgender-bill/attleboro-restroom.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Man caught undressing in front of girls at Green Lake locker room,https://mynorthwest.com/188993/man-caught-undressing-in-front-of-girls-at-green-lake-locker-room/,
"usa,,,toilet,"Man Dressed as Woman Arrested for Spying Into Mall Bathroom Stall, Police Say",https://www.nbcwashington.com/news/local/man-dressed-as-woman-arrested-for-spying-into-mall-bathroom-stall-police-say/1979766/,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-Dressing Man Secretly Taped Women at Macy’s,https://ktla.com/news/da-cross-dressing-man-secretly-videotaped-women-in-macys-bathroom/#ixzz2TKsMicgJ,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-dressing sex predator sentenced for Clackamas aquatic park crimes,https://www.oregonlive.com/oregon-city/2011/10/cross-dressing_sex_predator_se.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Police: Calif. locker room suspect used disguise,https://abc7news.com/archive/7739509/,
"usa,,,toilet,Police: Man Undresses In Front Of Children In Walmart Restroom,https://www.wsbtv.com/news/police-man-undresses-in-front-of-children-in-walma/241705565/,
"usa,,,toilet,"San Jose sex offender wearing fake breasts, wig arrested for loitering in womens’ restroom",https://www.mercurynews.com/2009/01/26/san-jose-sex-offender-wearing-fake-breasts-wig-arrested-for-loitering-in-womens-restroom/,
"canada,,,shelter,Sexual predator jailed after claiming to be ‘transgender’ to assault women in shelter,https://www.lifesitenews.com/news/sexual-predator-jailed-after-claiming-to-be-transgender-in-order-to-assault,
"canada,,,toilet,University of Toronto Dumps Transgender Bathrooms After Peeping Incidents,https://www.dailywire.com/news/university-toronto-dumps-transgender-bathrooms-pardes-seleh,
"usa,trans man,,,Colorado transgender teen pleads guilty to murder in school revenge case,https://www.reuters.com/article/us-colorado-shooting-plea/colorado-transgender-teen-pleads-guilty-to-murder-in-school-revenge-case-idUSKBN2012QO,
"usa,,nonviolent,,"Capital One hacking suspect, a transgender Seattle woman, is denied request to be moved from men’s prison",https://www.seattletimes.com/seattle-news/capital-one-hacking-suspect-a-transgender-seattle-woman-is-denied-request-to-be-moved-from-mens-prison/,
"canada,,,,Transgender activist under criminal investigation after video showing Jessica Yaniv allegedly punching reporter hits social media,https://www.theblaze.com/news/report-transgender-activist-under-criminal-investigation,
"usa,,,,Convicted Serial Pedophile Being Released After Becoming Transgender Woman,https://www.themix.net/2020/01/transgender-pedophile-transgender-woman-hormones/,https://www.dailywire.com/news/convicted-child-molester-let-out-of-prison-because-theyre-transgender-no-longer-a-threat-government-says
"Thailand,,,,Transgender woman charged with stabbing boyfriend to death,https://www.bangkokpost.com/thailand/general/1933080/transgender-arrested-for-boyfriends-murder,
"usa,,,,"Protester arrested, accused of starting fire in chaotic Friday night protest",https://www.kptv.com/protester-arrested-accused-of-starting-fire-in-chaotic-friday-night-protest/article_3b04cdbc-a784-11ea-a250-93fef29b6740.html,
"Australia,,,,Child molester released after gender change,https://www.couriermail.com.au/truecrimeaustralia/police-courts/sexchange-pedophile-jeffrey-terrence-anderson-released/news-story/215d9284b933a37dad9fad34cec5a6c9,
"canada,,,,Convicted child porn offender pleads guilty to new charges,https://edmontonjournal.com/news/local-news/convicted-child-porn-offender-pleads-guilty-to-new-charges,
"uk,,,,"Transgender woman, 26, who was jailed after dousing her ex-boyfriend in bleach then trying to set him on fire is spared prison over lashing out at police",https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-7268259/Transgender-woman-26-doused-ex-boyfriend-bleach-tried-set-fire-spared-jail.html,
"nz,,,,Dimetrius Pairama murder trial: Accused apologises to victim's family,https://i.stuff.co.nz/national/crime/115844925/dimetrius-pairama-murder-trial-ashley-winter-told-police-the-victim-was-her-best-friend,
"uk,,,,Woman who 'bragged about being a paedophile' approached boys at Remembrance event,https://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/leah-harvey-caerphilly-sex-offender-18256962,
"canada,,,,HUNTER: Serial pedophile Madilyn Harks allegedly bolted while on weekend pass,https://torontosun.com/news/local-news/hunter-serial-pedophile-madilyn-harks-allegedly-bolted-while-on-weekend-pass,
"Australia,,,,Citizen arrest of rapist in robbery,https://www.pressreader.com/australia/sunshine-coast-daily/20200506/281612422568290,
"usa,,,,2 teens arrested for murder of mother in Banning Lewis Ranch,https://krdo.com/news/top-stories/2020/05/04/2-teens-arrested-for-murder-of-mother-in-banning-lewis-ranch/,
"usa,,nonviolent,,Person facing felony charges after police called to fight at apartment in Ludlow,https://www.wwlp.com/news/local-news/hampden-county/man-facing-felony-charges-after-police-called-to-fight-at-apartment-in-ludlow/,
"usa,,tra,,Ex-Ars Technica tech reporter Peter Bright convicted of soliciting minors for sex,https://nypost.com/2020/03/19/ex-conde-nast-tech-reporter-peter-bright-convicted-of-soliciting-minors-for-sex/,
"usa,,,,Dartmouth woman sentenced for sexual assault on home-care worker,https://www.thechronicleherald.ca/news/local/dartmouth-woman-sentenced-for-sexual-assault-on-home-care-worker-418323/,
"usa,,,,Man Arrested After Incident In Women's Dressing Room At Montgomery Mall,https://northpennnow.com/man-arrested-after-incident-in-womens-dressing-room-at-montgomery-mall-p1570-119.htm,
"usa,,,,"Ypsilanti man stabbed with samurai sword after failing to buy marijuana for partner, police report says",https://www.mlive.com/news/ann-arbo2020/02/ypsilanti-man-stabbed-with-samurai-sword-after-failing-to-buy-marijuana-for-partner-police-report-says.html,
"Australia,,,,"Man killed in unsolved homicide after $160 drug rip-off, inquest told",https://www.smh.com.au/national/nsw/man-killed-in-unsolved-homicide-after-160-drug-rip-off-inquest-told-20200224-p543q0.html,
"uk,,,,"Blackpool woman admits to having more than 80,000 indecent images of children",https://www.lancs.live/news/lancashire-news/blackpool-woman-admits-having-more-17788403,
"usa,,,,Pharr woman accused of indecency with a child,https://www.krgv.com/news/pharr-woman-accused-of-indecency-with-a-child/,
"usa,,,toilet,Transgender woman told to leave women's locker room,https://www.kiro7.com/news/transgender-woman-told-leave-womens-locker-room/246633184/,
"usa,,,,Christopher Ryan Dobbs was convicted of multiple counts of second degree rape and first degree sexual abuse,https://www.koin.com/news/oregon/transgender-sex-offender-demands-to-move-to-womens-prison-in-lawsuit/,
"usa,,,,Investigation into yacht murder of California couple,https://abcnews.go.com/US/receipt-target-stolen-car-mexico-unsolved-murder-investigation/story?id=68204176,
"uk,,,,Five-year restraining order placed on Dagenham woman who “soiled” friend’s knickers,https://www.barkinganddagenhampost.co.uk/news/crime-court/five-year-restraining-order-placed-on-dagenham-woman-who-soiled-friend-s-knickers-1-2259110,
"usa,,,,Kathrine Nicole Jett pleaded guilty to one count of attempted receipt of child pornography,https://news.bloomberglaw.com/us-law-week/transgender-inmates-name-change-request-improperly-considered,
"usa,,,,Convicted sex offender offers bizarre defense in kiddie porn case,https://nypost.com/2020/01/14/convicted-sex-offender-offers-bizarre-defense-in-kiddie-porn-case/,
"usa,trans man,,,"Transgender man accused in sex crimes, assault on transgender minor",https://www.sunherald.com/news/local/crime/article60310471.html,
"usa,,,,19-Year-Old Accused of Exploiting 2 Children Under 4,https://www.necn.com/news/national-international/19-year-old-accused-of-exploiting-2-children-under-4/250097/,
"Ireland,,,,Man (34) who sexually assaulted child in hospital bathroom is jailed,https://www.irishtimes.com/news/crime-and-law/courts/circuit-court/man-34-who-sexually-assaulted-child-in-hospital-bathroom-is-jailed-1.4068520?mode=amp,
"usa,,,,Convicted sex offender sues over sex change operation,https://journalstar.com/news/local/911/convicted-sex-offender-sues-over-sex-change-operation/article_1b2611b9-8761-53fb-8dc4-72ecbee68d72.html,
"usa,,,,"Convicted rapist re-hospitalized, possibly indefinitely",https://www.smdailyjournal.com/news/local/convicted-rapist-re-hospitalized-possibly-indefinitely/article_7c4e4081-fb1c-5d3f-bff9-76adbfab5ef8.html,
"usa,trans man,,,Transgender man placed on probation for sexual battery of woman,https://www.eastidahonews.com/2019/10/transgender-man-placed-on-probation-for-sexual-battery-of-woman/,
"canada,,,,cross dressing convict returns to Whitehorse,https://www.yukon-news.com/news/high-risk-cross-dressing-convict-returns-to-whitehorse/,
"usa,,,,"Man who portrayed himself as 'cross dresser' arrested for alleged role in sexual assault, state police say",https://www.pennlive.com/midstate/2014/05/cross_dresser_sexual_assault_h.html,
"usa,,,,"Wanted transvestite, sex offender turns self in",https://www.clickorlando.com/news/2012/04/23/deputies-wanted-transvestite-sex-offender-turns-self-in/,
"usa,,,,NYC rapist who exposed himself in Garden City sentenced,https://www.newsday.com/long-island/crime/sex-offender-sentenced-1.18588205,
"Australia,,,,Brutal rapist gets 9 years,https://m.themorningbulletin.com.au/news/judge-jails-man-for-nine-years-over-brutal-rape/291370/,
"usa,,,,Adrian man gets 7 years in federal child porn case,https://www.lenconnect.com/article/20140420/NEWS/140418764,
"uk,,,,Cross-dressing torture killer Colin Coats allowed out of jail to attend mum's funeral - but still won't reveal where he dumped victim's body,https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/savage-torture-killer-colin-coats-9288436,
"usa,,,,youens vs state,https://www.leagle.com/decision/19871597742sw2d85511472,
"usa,,,,Retired drag queen' pleads guilty to voluntary manslaughter in fatal stabbing,https://www.nwitimes.com/news/local/crime-and-courts/update-retired-drag-queen-pleads-guilty-to-voluntary-manslaughter-in/article_33813188-3208-5c47-b1cf-f7656a2394cf.html#1,
"uk,,,,Sex offender Richard Cullen throttled and battered a young mother to death,https://m.independent.ie/world-news/europe/satanist-murderer-of-woman-gets-life-26026722.html,
"uk,,,,cross-dressing paedo Kenneth Larking in Saughton prison,https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/news/4182728/peter-tobin-girlfriend-kenneth-larking-saughton-prison-jail/,
"uk,,,,CONVICTED sex offender who murdered a female friend,https://www.scotsman.com/news/evil-murderer-feared-being-exposed-cross-dresser-1718589,
"usa,,,,State vs Lane,https://caselaw.findlaw.com/ks-supreme-court/1468236.html,
"uk,,,,Strood sex change pervert won't be jailed,https://www.kentonline.co.uk/kent/news/strood-sex-change-pervert-wont--a79703/,
"uk,,,,Crossdresser paedophile jailed,https://www.theboltonnews.co.uk/news/4855144.cross-dressing-paedophile-jailed/,
"usa,,,,Man in a dress charged with indecent exposure,https://www.fredericknewspost.com/news/crime_and_justice/cops_and_crime/man-in-a-dress-charged-with-indecent-exposure-near-monocacy/article_2a9291e5-1df8-5c6c-9013-387ed2c70919.html,
"usa,,,,"Naked Peeper Nabbed In San Jose, And He's Apparently Done This Before",https://sfist.com/2019/03/08/naked-peeper-in-san-jose-nabbed-and-hes-apparently-done-this-before/,
"usa,,,,Convicted of slaying boyfriend,https://southphillyreview.com/2012/05/03/convicted-of-slaying-boyfriend/,
"usa,,,,Cops Arrest Wig and Denim Cutoff-Wearing Suspect In Miller Park Incidents,https://spdblotter.seattle.gov/2016/02/29/detectives-seek-leads-on-wig-and-denim-cutoff-wearing-suspect-in-miller-park/,
"usa,,,,Pensacola man facing home invasion and sexual offense charges,http://weartv.com/news/local/pensacola-man-facing-home-invasion-and-sexual-offense-charges,
"usa,,,toilet,Man accused of attacking girl in Oklahoma City convenience store restroom,https://oklahoman.com/article/3883587/man-accused-of-attacking-girl-in-oklahoma-city-convenience-store-restroom,
"usa,,,toilet,Arlington man trying on women’s underwear arrested for indecent exposure,https://www.insidenova.com/headlines/arlington-man-trying-on-women-s-underwear-arrested-for-indecent/article_d6c57afa-6d21-11e5-91e0-afa5d23d8b67.html,
"usa,,,toilet,Cross-dressing man arrested for exposure at Walmart,https://www.ajc.com/news/local/cross-dressing-man-arrested-for-exposure-walmart/b0Ikm8U25R0oDFkN2LW66O/,
"uk,,,,Child rapist moves in with unsuspecting mum and boy – after becoming a woman,https://www.dailystar.co.uk/news/latest-news/child-rapist-changes-sex-before-17152814,
"usa,,,,Rapist wants Oklahoma Corrections Department to pay for female hormones,https://oklahoman.com/article/3755617/rapist-wants-oklahoma-corrections-department-to-pay-for-female-hormones,
"usa,,,,Man sentenced to life without parole for raping children,https://www.mariettatimes.com/news/local-news/2019/04/man-sentenced-to-life-without-parole-for-raping-children/,
"usa,,,,Former babysitter convicted in Harrisburg child-sex case,https://www.pennlive.com/midstate/2014/04/transsexual_convicted_in_harri.html,
"usa,,,,Transgender sex offenders pose dilemma in state civil confinement,https://www.timesunion.com/news/article/Transgendered-sex-offenders-pose-dilemma-12360403.php,
"usa,,,,Man rapist wants to transition in prison ,https://law.justia.com/cases/massachusetts/supreme-court/volumes/392/392mass28.html,"
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