Our colleague Cord Jefferson launched a “secret thread” yesterday at Mollygood. Basically, he’s implored all of his readers to submit their deepest, darkest, most disturbing secrets. Jefferson’s favorite: “When I masturbate (daily), I usually eat my pre cum. But never the jism.” Such refined tastes!
We bet you guys have some crazy secrets, so spill the beans!
Here’s one to start you off: “I have a secret crush on George W.”
DavidDust
I secretly like the cheesy blog PostSecrets.
A Man of No Importance
I think about how easy it would be to go into the basement and hang myself. Then I feel guilty about leaving my parents alone with no one to care for them, so I just go about my boring day.
Sometimes I’m ashamed of being gay.
Lonely Lady
i don’t have any friends. some days i park near mivie theaters or bars or go to the mall just to watch people hang out with each other.
vincent
As the 2nd posting shows, this is a risky venture! How do we take responsibilty for what other share here. I am gay and love myself all the more for it, but I know people, friends who do not and I do what little I can every day to help….I trust ‘A Man of No Importance’ finds a friend…or talks to someone…me, anyone.
humbert humbert
in the summer, not a day goes by that i don’t rub my balls and then smell my hand.
Jaroslaw
I am sure Man of No Importance and Lonely Lady are just adding spoof comments.
If not, if they found their way to this site, they can surely find “how to get help” on the internet as well.
I’m not being mean, if they really have problems I hope they can find a way to get them solved. Call your local United Way and ask for counseling services.
PapaJoe
I’m really shy, introverted in my everyday life, but I become a shiny, giddy slut on a webcam.
😛
billy
An amazing resource: The Gay and Lesbian National Hotline: GLNH.org
All ages: 1-888-THE-GLNH
Youths: 1-800-246-PRIDE
Aged Party Boy
My Grandmother was the only person who loved me. Both my parents were pretty screwed up and she was always around to make sure we were fed and looked after. I lived with her for the last 20 years of her life. I was young and spent most of my time hanging out with friends, getting drunk or high and going out to dance bars. Although I never could tell my Grandmother I was gay because I was afraid she’d stop loving me, right before she died she told me knew and it had never made any difference and that she valued our friendship and that she loved me.
She died about 15 years ago. I miss her terribly and sometimes I think about dying in the off chance that I could see her again. Grandma was the one person who I could just be around and feel safe. And I haven’t really felt safe since she died.
Although I don’t want to hurt myself, sometimes I do entertain thoughts of suicide. Believe it or not, I have three cats who keep me from offing myself since I’m not evil enough to kill them just because I might want to die and I don’t trust anyone else to take care of them once I was out of the picture — the cats would end up at the pound and my family would end up with my fabulous pre-WWII art deco German porcelain figural powder boxes.
On a side note, I really like the idea of this comment section. I believe that people keep secrets bottled up and the secrets tend to get blown out of proportion and assume a dangerous importance. Being able to just admit what you’re feeling to another person, even on an anonymous blog, might be the first step towards getting a realistic perspective on what is troubling you.
Lovett
I didn’t want to come out for the longest time because I wasn’t entirely sure I had no attraction for men.
Now, I realize my attraction was just about the face, and the faces I liked all looked like women.