I think the time from the last thread until now helped us gain some more things in which could be confessed about. It should be simple enough, confess something in your life, and talk about it. Maybe someone had a similar confesstion, etc. Please follow of of ZU's rules, and what-now while posting. Also, try to be serious about this. No "I admit that I am a whale" posts, please. Thank you.
I'm heteroflexible... or something.
I've never or seldom had sexual fantasy about males I've been friends with or currently in real life.
The opposite is for ladies, though.
Right now, the strongest love for me is net love and that's not going to change for a long, long time.
I've bought two patron banners.
I can masturbate from zero to seven times a day though my median (since like, what, four years ago) is probably one.*
*but... 7 is not the maximum that I've done. *giggles*
I was a bit of a kleptomaniac when I was younger. I'd steal books out of the school library.
I have a fetish for tentacles (THEY NEVER TIRE >:9)
I am a hopeless shipper. Most of the pairings I ship could be labeled as ephebophilia.
I dislike most shonen-ai/yaoi.
Jusus Christ-- this is truly a confession thread. :/
Here we go:
-I've been sexually inactive for a whole year.
-My mirror reflection tends to turn me on and I am therefore a narcissist.
-Porn or any other explicit material no longer gives me an erection.
- More guys than girls are attracted to me even though I am straight.
-I used to steal things from teachers that I hated in Elementary school. (Varied from books to supplies)
-I am border-line bisexual
-I hate myself even though others don't
-I'm not open with my parents as I am with friends
-I always think on what others think of me, both people that I know and people that I don't know. I'm always constantly trying to hard to make a good impression on myself
I fantasize about every attractive girl I meet, I crossdress, I steal, lie, manipulate, wish death upon humans, abuse drugs, perform altruistic acts only for self-aggrandizement, bull****, sloth about, cry, shave my genitals, wear stockings beneath my jeans, distrust...
In 6th. grade, I wrote a joke about a bomb on a piece of paper. I lost the paper, then someone found it, gave it to the Principal, and then the whole school was evacuated. Ahhhh, good times... One of the funniest moments in my life.