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I have this blog Completely Naked that was supposed to chronicle my new found fetish sex life. A year into it I fell in love with my best friend though and put that just a little on the backburner, although I am still exploring some. We have an open relationship and a third best friend, Jeff, with whom we share our lives, both sexual and non-sexual, like family.
I like spanking, BDSM (still a novice), massage, doctor/patient roleplay, being forced naked where others aren't etc. Yeah, I'm that fucked up but I love it and that's what matters.
I'm fourteen. I found your blog looking for some last hopes for keeping my life. I'm a Mormon. Born and raised. I love Christians as a people and respect them very much. But I can't stand having to go to church mutiple times week and be told I'm going to hell for something I can't help. (I haven't come out and this is still a regular process. I just don't take it to heart so much.) I had my suicide note written and was planning on taking alot of sleeping medication and try to call all the people I love and tell them that before I went. I figured that in my sleep I could be whoever I wanted to be, do whatever I felt like doing and not get chastised, judged, or hated for. So I figured I would rather be asleep for good rather than go through this daily torment. But... Then I found your blog. I read about how you had a couple rough spots in your childhood. And how some of your readers had some really bad childhoods. But then after they suffered through those stages in their lives they went on to blossom like a rose in the dessert. I know I'm different and I'm ok with that. I know out there there is someone who will love me for who I am. But I don't see how I can live this life without my family. See, if I EVER came out to them they would think me of the devil and cast me out. The only ones who I'm not sure wouldnt are my older brother and sister. I'm the ninth child and my family has always been there for me,we are proud and we look out for each other, but I know if I ever -did- come out to them I would have to be prepared to be cut off from them forever. I don't know if I could do that. My dad has already told me- "Son I've survived alot of things in this life. But I don't think I could stand to live if I ever found out that one of my sons was a fagget." when he said this my heart was crushed. So I turned to the enternet for support. And I kept comming up empty handed. I found a lot of stuff. But none that made me feel better about myself. Until one day I stumbled onto your blog. I started reading about your childhood and and your experiences. You gave me hope. Hope that someday I wouldn't be ashamed of who I am. Hope that I could live a lifstyle in which I felt comfortable. Hope that I would someday be happy. I'm happy when I read your blog Jared. I feel hope when I read your blog. But I've felt a little lonely lately when you said that you would be posting less and less. If I can make a suggestion, why don't you have Nathan help write about yall guys life. I miss hearing about you and Nate and Jeff. I don't care if you ever use this in one of your posts. If you do all I ask is that you don't use my full name. But can you shoot me an email back on some advice on telling my friends or family? Please! :P it would mean a lot to me. Thanks.
Totally humiliated tonight. Forced to take an enema over and over in front of 5 of my friends and then masturbate with my finger all the way up my newly cleaned ass