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I don't think this is going to work out
So I've been here a couple of months, and when I joined I was honestly led to believe that Vocal had a strong reader base. So when I got few if any readers I just figured it was the same problem I'd had throughout my entire writing career: no matter how professional or how much I hyped it up, I could not pay strangers, family, or friends to read what I wrote. Eventually even my trusty editors became too busy. It wasn't Vocal, it was my continued curse of being the writer who was never read.
By Karalynn Rowley5 years ago in Confessions
Revolting Stories Of Sex And Disgust From A Fly On The Wall
If you have ever seen the show sex sent me to the E.R. then you know emergency rooms are prone to seeing the impossible to believe. Watching the show reminded me of some of the stories that I knew were true and some of the greats that I have heard from other credible sources. For years I was like a "Fly On The Wall," as I got to see, hear, and experience the best, worst, and bizarre of what goes on in some of America's centers of healing.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes its best to take the cr*p
I was thirteen years old and had recently began dating my first girlfriend, it was all going rather swimmingly, and I believed like most thirteen years olds that our love was purer than all others and that this, would last forever. Of course, it was not, and it didn’t last but in that window of time I believed that this was IT. As any thirteen-year-old in love you agree to do anything to preserve your relationship so when my girlfriend contacted me early one morning in a frenzy I agreed to help.
By Spencer Hawken5 years ago in Confessions
How To Be Yours - Self Love
Understanding how to love yourself can be challenging, like a thousand scattered pieces of a puzzle, and just like the scattered pieces of the puzzle, a person must start with what they know. This journey may feel frustrating at times, maybe even impossible or overwhelming but this is where self-compassion comes into play. In one of my favorite songs, “How To Be Yours”, by Chris Renzema, he sings about how he does not know how to love himself but desires to be loved by himself. He refers to himself as an orphan without a home. Every time I listen to this song, it takes me into a mental forest of thought. I resonate with the lyrics because I have experienced many of these emotions. When I began my journey to build my identity I did not know where to start. I asked myself questions such as, “who am I?”,“Where do I belong”, and “Am I worthy?”. Although I have found my identity, songs like these unlock a paradigm shift in the way I see myself and others, creating a desire inside of me to help others understand who they are. From the moment this song begins, I begin my journey through my mental forest where I consume food for thought and wholeheartedly relate to the lyrics.
By Self GDM5 years ago in Confessions
Learning to Love My Blackness.
My parents never really taught me much about what it meant to be Black in the world, specifically what it meant to be Black in America; I grew up in a predominately white church, had (mostly) white friends, was continuously surrounded by white kids in school and overall just never really recognized my own Blackness as a kid.
By dia ☁️5 years ago in Confessions
When Revulsion Eclipses Humiliation
Oh no. I had been lying in bed, savoring that precious few moments before the torment of the third-and-final snooze alarm set in. Following the second, I had been unable to return to the land of slumber, thinking about the day’s busy itinerary; in two hours, we would be on our way to sunny Bermuda.
By Karin Kaltofen5 years ago in Confessions
Numbers Never Looked Right to Me
I always had a problem with mathematics since I was about four or six years old. I went through one of those quick school IQ tests to see where I excelled and where I needed help. I got help for comprehension because I had some trouble reading and following directions, my teacher said I need specifics or I ended up confused but that didn't last long. The main issue that I had was with numbers, I couldn't process the basics without some assistance and still couldn't count from ten without using my fingers. This was in elementary school, so as grew older I thought the problems would cease but it never did.
By Billie-Jules5 years ago in Confessions
Funny Sexy Times
He was hilarious. Just a natural-born comedian, he consistently made my cheeks ache from laughter. I had my funny moments too. Because of that, we connected immediately. I looked forward to seeing him when I arrived at my internship and eagerly anticipated our entertaining lunches together. His humor made me feel good, and who doesn’t want to feel good?
By Robin Jessie-Green5 years ago in Confessions
The struggle of fitting in
If there’s one place in the world I hated being it would’ve been middle school. It’s like the hormone breeding ground for pre pubescent teenagers and the awkward right before high school stages. Like in every early coming of age teen movie I’ve seen there are always cliques. You’ve got the popular girls, the jocks, the brainiacs and then there’s me. I was an outcast. Never really fit in anywhere and always the new kid. It sucked. I’d attended a summer camp before the school year had started. That’s when I saw him. A boy shrouded with a group of girls. I’d never thought I’d see him again; oh boy was I wrong. Not only did I see him again but we had classes together. Remember that for later on. His name was Jack. When I saw Jack for the first time it was at Scicon but it was brief and I had an instant crush on him kind of like how you see someone in an airport or on a bus but you never see them again. We had the same PE period and teacher so naturally I ran into him often and I was always flustered. One day for pe we had to play soccer. Back then I really wanted to be on the soccer team so I thought I was a prodigy. We were divided onto teams and started our game. One of his teammates passed him the ball and I ran to get the ball so I could score a goal. I almost had it but we ended up going different directions so I kicked him on the shin directly above the part of the lower leg where his leg and foot connected. After the game was over and before we had to go back to the locker room to change he confronted me about it in front of the whole team. I saw a huge red mark from where I kicked him and I apologized. Embarrassed, I dredged back to the locker room with my head hung low in shame to change my clothes for next period. In my defense the shoes I had on were not running shoes. I sat in my next class replaying what had happened and got embarrassed all over again. After the period was over I met my friend for lunch and told her about it. She was the only friend I had. She was shocked because we all had the same pe period but we were on different teams. She didn’t laugh at me and knew I liked him so she just made sure I was ok. After I told her we had a good laugh about it. The last period of the day was english. This was the only other period where he and I had the same class. It was english and we were sitting at the same group of four desks with two other people. I was still embarrassed about what happened a few hours prior so I couldn’t look up at him. When we finally acknowledged each other and I apologized for kicking him he kind of laughed it off and said it was ok. I had never spoken to him before that encounter. He was actually really nice. We talked about the writing assignment we had to do for class to kind of break the ice. He was surprised to see that I was almost done with my paper in its entirety despite having a blank piece of paper at the start of the period. Writing fiction stories was the only thing I was good at. I remember the whole day in great detail and smiling like an idiot the whole walk home.
By Kemaini5 years ago in Confessions
