I met a guy, i met a guy. Great. I can’t stop thinking about it, it feels so bad, i feel so bad.
How is it possible? 182 more words
Yesterday’s note in my Advent calender said I should dress in humiliating clothes and go to work like this. So I did today. In my opinion there are different kinds of humiliating wardrobe, for example all the slutty stuff that merely covers my body and tells everyone what a whore I am. 353 more words
Last weekend John and I were invited to W’s and M’s for dinner and to watch a movie after eating. We had planed to watch another film, but during the dinner M talked about a movie he had recently seen and that had shocked him so much that he had to interrupt it several times before he was able to finish it: Irreversible from Gaspar Noé. 313 more words
I sank in this madness, I thought myself clever enough to be able to resist this feeling, now I only regret. You know I want you, you know I need you, but I was wrong to let you control my being, open the door of the most secret place hidden in me, now I can no longer close that door, poor me! 427 more words