enamoured | tell me all of your secrets.

So, sometimes I get bored and I check out confessions at Group Hug. And now that they have forums, there's a thread for favorite confessions. Some of these were found over there.

I am male. I work in an industry where it's almost prerequisite to be gay if you're a guy. So, to get a job doing what I love, I posed as a gay man. I even had to make up this whole history about coming out and various ex boyfriends, and because I'm friends with my coworkers, I decorate my apartment accordingly. I'm not saying the whole thing's done up in pink and Judy Garland's on every wall, but I keep it neat and color coordinated.
The trouble is the fact that I really am friends with my coworkers. I feel terrible lying to them for all these years. I wish I could tell them the truth so they could understand, but I think all they'd see was the betrayal.

When I have girlfriends, they don't understand either. I don't blame them. They deserve to have boyfriends who are proud enough of them to declare it to the world.

I have managed to become a closeted straight guy

One night my roommate came home VERY drunk after loosing his kids to his ex-wife. It's now been 4 days and he hasn't left his room. I'm not sure how well he is doing but the smell is getting pretty bad now. I thought about checking in on him after the second day, but the door was and still is locked. I think he may be dead but we were dealing from the house so I can't call the authorities. If he really is dead, I wouldn't be able to pay for next months rent anyway, so I'm thinking of just skipping town and letting the land lord deal with the problem.

I sometimes sip Windex when I'm bored.

I live alone, I work alone, I eat alone. I made a paper doll to be my friend and put her on top of my refrigerator. I talk to her when I get home and when I cook my dinner. She doesn't talk back or anything. My only freinds are TV and movie characters and Internet columnists. Somday, I tell my paper friend, I might have a real freind. But I will still talk to her sometimes.

last year when i first found this site, i got an idea for a short story in my creative writing class, i used those confessions (which i thought were fantastic) and a handful of other more... banal ones.

everybody loved the story, and supposedly it was published in the online edition of the school's literary mag..but i've not seen it.

When I was a little kid playing with my legos, I used to make up episodes of the Golden Girls. I'd do all the voices and everything. Yeah, I was a strange little boy

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