Taboo
The Confession
**Introduction** As I sit here, pen in hand, I find myself contemplating the myriad of emotions that have brought me to this point. This is my confession, a story of self-discovery and acceptance. My name is Alex, and I am transgender. This is not just a story about my transition, but a journey through the labyrinth of identity, love, and courage.
By Local Man2 years ago in Confessions
This is not the life I ordered, but...
I thought I did everything right. I followed the course for the most part. I stayed out of trouble, or at least I thought I was. I worked, I had good people as friends, I gave my heart to Jesus, and I even went to college and became a college grad. So how did I end up at 53 years old on Social Security disability, divorced, and only one more mistake away from sleeping at a homeless shelter? I've been trying to figure that out for a long time. No, this is not the life I ordered. I wanted to have a career that would take care of more than my basic needs. I wanted to have a marriage that was unbeatable. I wanted to feel secure and happy, more so than what Social Security offers.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Confessions
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklak2 years ago in Confessions
Desire for my chemistry teacher. Top Story - June 2024.
The title sounds pretty unappealing. But I have to say, my chemistry teacher in college was something different. I like how he was a young man who drank tea instead of coffee and had no belief in breakfast. When will you ever see a brainiac chemistry teacher who drinks tea instead of coffee and doesn't believe in breakfast!!
By Kodah2 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to Vocal
After only a few months, I am leaving Vocal. When I first started out I was excited. Vocal looked like such a promising, creative platform where any writer would be welcome. It took very little time to find out that the reality is different. The platform has failed to offer me as a new writer what I need: A welcoming, open-minded space for new writers where they can freely explore and are encouraged to be creative. What I found instead, was deeply disappointing. I put a lot of effort into everything that I write. I try to be open, honest, original, and I like to derive from the mainstream. At first glance, it looks like that's what Vocal strives for. But once you get to know the platform a bit better, you start discovering the ugly reality that hides behind a pretty facade.
By Unbreakable Heart2 years ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Why isn't Racism & Colorism From Black Africans Talked About
Tuesday, 28 May 2024 By TB Obwoge I've written about the issues of racism and colorism in Africa before, as a matter of fact it is one of my favorite topics because its the most ignored topic. Black Africans, mostly, are so quick to proclaim that they're the most accepting people in the world. Even claiming they're too accepting. Which is really odd because skin color and shade matters more to a Black African to even some white people.
By IwriteMywrongs2 years ago in Confessions
In Memoriam. Content Warning.
Tomorrow is Monday, but it is a special day: Memorial Day. So many of my friends and acquaintances celebrate having a long weekend and I get it, in our busy society, the days available to be with family and just breath are few and far between.
By The Schizophrenic Mom2 years ago in Confessions
Muslim Pronouns
The term "pronoun" (they/them) has become normalized over the past decade, often used to refer to individuals who identify as non-binary or genderqueer. This concept, commonly referred to as third gender, has been a topic of much discussion. I've often wondered about its origins and why some people reject the traditional binary understanding of gender as male and female. While I can't speak for Western and European beliefs, it is universally known that humanity began with the creation of the first man and woman, and traditionally, there are only two genders as created by God. Each is destined to play their specific roles.However, the notion of a third gender is seen by some as a human-made concept with hidden agendas that have impacted our generation negatively. In Western cultures, there might not be as clear a moral objection to this as there is in Islamic teachings. As Muslims, we are taught from birth about the sinfulness of adultery and the severe punishments that come with it, as clearly outlined in the Quran, particularly in the story of the people of Lut.Despite these teachings, a significant number of individuals in the Muslim community identify with the LGBTQ+ spectrum. This raises the question: why have some Muslims embraced this when our faith provides clear guidance against it? Many interpret religious texts to suit their personal beliefs and circumstances, simplifying what is forbidden in Islam.This article will explore whether such actions are considered a forgivable sin in Islam or if they warrant severe punishment, shedding light on the implications for Muslims who grapple with these issues.
By Madiha Masood2 years ago in Confessions
The ‘Black Dog’
We had reached Saturday am , failing to take my anti depressants on the evening before I woke with a killer headache and felt as rough as a badgers backside. I climbed over a sleeping baby a coffee table barricade and wall of pillows to follow my morning ritual of a black coffee and a roll up in the garden to start my day.
By Teresa Bomparola2 years ago in Confessions
