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Send to FriendI found this site called Group Hug a while ago and was reading through all of the anonymous confessions that people have posted. Pretty funny stuff. Naturally, it gave me the idea to come up with a few fake confessions of my own. These are what I came up with thus far. I think I only actually tried to post one of them on the Group Hugs site, and it didn't go through. Not sure what happened. May try the rest; not really sure yet. Anyway, if I come up with anymore, I'll post them here, but for now these are fine.
November 16, 2004:
I'm not gay by any means. I've never had a crush on another guy and I don't want to have sex with gays. In fact, homosexuality to be disgusting and sinful and I'll look down upon them as they burn in Hell's fires and I'll laugh, knowing they got exactly what they deserved! I hate gay people with a passion. I had a friend once who—when we got robbed and the robber shot at me—pushed me out of the bullet's path. He almost died and surely saved my life. So he slowly recovers from the gunshot wound, and a couple months go by, and then the worst thing happened: I found out he was gay, and even though he took a bullet for me, I knew I couldn't be friends with that faggot any longer. He emphasized again and again that he was not in any way sexually attracted to me, and even though I believed him, I couldn't have that fag far enough away. I don't know if this could be considered a mild form of agoraphobia, but sometimes I dread leaving my house for fear of being in close proximity with a homosexual. The very thought makes my skin crawl.
What can I say, though? I have a fetish for watching gay porn. It's obviously not something I am proud of, watching those sinful bastards (who will no doubt burn in Hell) pounding each other in the ass, but I watch it, masturbate to it every night, and enjoy it nevertheless, and I don't know why. There's just something sexy about watching perfectly chiselled gay men sodomizing one another that really gets me off. I can't explain it. Vanilla, heterosexual pornography doesn't do it for me usually. Deviant or even extreme heterosexual pornography doesn't do it for me. But once I start downloading hot man on man porn, my dick turns to steel!
This is just a fetish, though. It does not make me gay. In fact, I'm married, so that proves that I'm not gay. Granted, when I have sex with my wife, ninety percent of the time I'm fantasizing about two gay guys having sex, but the fact remains that she is the one I am sharing my body with, not some degenerate heathen scumbag. And anyway, she never has to know...she shares my convictions, so I know she wouldn't take it very well. I'll just have to do my best to cover my tracks.
November 16, 2004:
I've never told anyone this...
My husband and I went to see Mel Gibson's The Passion of the Christ when it came out earlier this year, and I found the movie to be so poignant and I was really touched by all the things Jesus Christ did so we could be forgiven of our sins. It was also very disturbing, the way that movie portrayed humanity at its absolute worst and how sadistic and evil people can be.
What I found even more disturbing, however, was how sexually arousing the film was for me. I try not to think about it, but every time I see The Passion and think of Jesus's horrendous beating, how He was whipped and beaten so severely, I can't help but get wet. Maybe it's because I've always had a thing for Jesus anyway, what, with Him being the Son of God and all. Being sexually turned on by a man suffering, no less our glorious Messiah, makes me feel greatly ashamed. Still, I can't deny it: the night after we say The Passion my husband and I had the best sex we've ever had in a very long time.
November 22, 2004:
I guess I don't really have anything to feel guilty about, but this is still pretty embarrassing anyway.
I'm in a very abusive relationship with my girlfriend; she is always beating the shit out of me. She's a very sadistic bitch and berates me for everything, from my tooth-pick-sized penis, so how much of a loser I am. And everytime she gets the chance, she is always physically hurting me. It's not out of anger, either; she seems to take great joy in injurying me. I have to constantly stay on my toes, because she'll just come up behind me and cut me with a knife; never deep enough to seriously injure or kill me. If I was dead, she'd go to jail for murder; that, and I wouldn't be around for her to beat up anymore, but its still deep enough to make me bleed and hurt me. She chokes me and tears her nails into my flesh. She throws things at me: like rocks, glass bottles, and coin rolls. And while she does it, she laughs and giggles like its the funniest thing in the world. She just loves seeing me get hurt.
Well, one day I decided to show that bitch and I punched her right in the face. She didn't cry out or anything; she only looked at me and smiled as though my striking out at her was a romantic gesture. Now she beats me up even worse than before, and she loves it when I hit her back.
Man, I swear, one of these days that bitch is going to end up killing me!
November 23, 2004:
Everyone has an opinion on that footage of those Iraqi prisoners of war getting sexually abused by US troops earlier this year. Some people are outraged by what happened while others don't think it's anywhere near as big of a deal as Arabs beheading Americans. I don't know about you, but there's just something so erotic about seeing these men in such poses, however degrading it must've been for them. I am constantly searching the net for new pictures of Iraqi soldiers being sexually abused so I can jack off to them. Problem is, though, that the old pictures are now starting to lose their effect; I'm starting to think that I may need to find even more brutal pictures to get off on soon.