killerbeer0

I had Chattanooga all the way. It was a sure bet but... ugh. :( Yes I'm kidding.

I could go for a rabbit stew reward.

Me too, my last name is a perfect opportunity. Make sure you pay good money for it, and do your research.

You know... Similar feeling, different location. Sounds pretty absurd though.

Guages are weird dude... Why stretch your ear out like that? Like a permanent disfiguration you'll regret.

I have a moderate interest in it. Though watching can get boring. The background stuff about the cars is fascinating.

No way. They wouldn't listen to me much after I said it and they'd draw they're own conclusions and it'd just cause me more trouble.

You have some sort of a kinky [specialInterest]? or is it some animal type thing? just so long as it's not necrophylia. Eff it. I'll just up and say it and hope I don't regret this later... I'm a zoo. Haven't really figured out what subcategory I fall under yet though. How can I live a normal life with this abnormality hanging over me?

Target has some pretty awesome shirts. I get nice looking clothes from there, then discount stuff sometimes at liquidators (good designer stuff cheap : ). Old Navy is a good source for my type of tees too.

I'm not homosexual though. I wish it were so simple. Bisexual then? Anyways, regardless of what your exact sexual preference is, it is absolutely not related to being a freak. There is nothing wrong with a sexual preference that is something else than being attracted to the opposite sex. No. I'm straight. Which makes this harder to deal with I think.

I read that as "I can never really get used to piercing my holes"... ROFL

Yeah genital piercings are weird. And imagine a ring there combined with a tongue stud... reminds me of a hilarious post on SA about embarrassing sexual moments...

I know tattoos are socially accepted for the most part now. I'd not get a piercing most likely, I am a trypanophobe, needles give me the creeps when I see them. I could stand a tattoo though.

I'm not homosexual though. I wish it were so simple. And I have joined such a forum... but it isn't particularly big on emotional support (as far as I can tell) and I can't often access it due to my still living at home and the necessity of keeping it a secret.

I just want to know what the [bleep] was going through the kids head! Mae he was rocking some Saliva Come on, Come on! Come on, Come on! All those Saturdays, when kids go out and play Yo I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze Wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid with a pad and pen And a big imagination All this, I seek, I find I push the envelope to the line Make it, break it Take it, until Im overrated! Click Click Boom! I'm comin' down on the stereo, hear me on the radio Click Click Boom! I'm comin' down with the new style and you know it's buck wild Click Click Boom! EDIT: If they only put him in adult prison when he reaches 18 I don't think anyone would mess with him much... I mean come on.. "Hey, what are you in for princess?" ... "I blew my step-mother's head off in cold blood, when I was 11" ... "..."

It's used recreationally much the same way alcohol is. It should be legal because the government can capitalize on it, and we all know how deep in debt the US government is.

Wait... what about UCs?

Thank you for your responses. I know I need to acknowledge this in a less negative way but it is really difficult to. Da Latios was right, I have friends, but I don't think I'd ever tell real friends at the worry of driving them away. I like what Lenticular J says too, but unfortunately this isn't rare enough for me to be "eccentric" just "another one of those sickos"...

**** 'em.

You're a senior. Stick it out and you'll be done, a year without many friends is easy.

Jeff Dunham, deserving.

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Okay on #2 there!

This topic has been bugging me lately, possibly contributing to the depression I've been in and out of for the last couple months (though I am by no means new to depression - I've grappled with it for upwards of 2/3 of my life). I have, in the last year or so, and more in the last few months, began discovering an unsettling part of my sexual identity. Since my early teens I always assumed I was a run-of-the-mill heterosexual male. In many ways I am. But that isn't the whole story; now, I knew I would over time discover things that made my sexual identity unique, however life has thrown me a curveball that has - in my quest to understand it and its implications - thrown me into a subculture that has both reassured me and confused me even more. I have to admit it: I'm a freak. It isn't easy to type that, it isn't easy to accept that concept. Grappling with this idea and a host of other issues put me on the brink of suicide last month and my mental state, and how I handled it, came frighteningly close to destroying my family (long story short, I got into a serious physical fight with my father which led to a chain of subsequent bad events that was really only stopped by my father's surprising admittance that he was in the wrong - he was, although I can't particularly recall the preceding events all that well). How do I handle such a mental burden like mine? My core identity has changed greatly and I know I could never tell anyone at the risk of driving them away forever. How can I cope with that? How can I cope with becoming a part of a complex but small minority of sexually unorthodox individuals that I would rather not be a part of (if I had the choice) but that I must participate in if I ever want to talk openly about it? I fell like I don't really even know myself anymore. I'm not the person I always thought I was, and I feel like I betrayed myself. What should I do? I can't go on living for the next weekend. I can't go on living for the next strip of my favorite webcomic Misfile (what's sad is that I'm not kidding, that weekend I contemplated suicide I seriously think that my desire to know what was going to happen next kept me going - perhaps I see a bit of my own situation echoed in the plot). I can't continue in life without accepting that this discovery is a part of who I am and figuring out how to live with it. I feel so lost and alone even in situations where this thing is openly accepted and discussed because there are so many ambiguous subcategories for people like me that I don't even know what to call myself, not to mention how I feel everywhere else. I need advice, I need someone to tell me how to cope with a potentially life-altering and potentially life-shattering (the "closet" for this thing makes the homosexual "closet" seem like a trifle to come out of) change in my sexual identity. Anyone out there who can speak from at least somewhat similar personal experience? I need an answer before I slip into a dependence on destructive coping methods. How can I deal with having (there is no choice) to keep this a secret and the fear of what would happen if my cover was ever blown?

Most things, I find, are designed for righties. Scissors tick me off, and often computer mice are righty exclusive (though I, being fairly ambidextrous, use my right hand for the sake of my sanity). I guess you just learn to deal.