This category is for ALL things political. They say the only two things you never discuss around the dinner table are "religion" and "politics." That's good advise, but this isn't the dinner table! This is a designated SAFE place. Confess all your political options to the World right here. Don't worry, we'll most likely debate you back, but debate is good for the flow ideas now isn't it? Here's a hint! ..Don't be racist, misogynistic, homophobic (or whatever else the new offensive word of the day is today) and you won't have your confession removed.

You Would Think A White Chick And A Brown Chick Can Walk Together

I grew up in an upper class neighborhood, far away from the east side. In college I met Bea, from the east side on a needs based scholarship. We got along and ended up sleeping together.

When I visited her family I was so marginalized because of my background. I was called rich bitch and why was I messing with Bea.

For three years I put up with their shit. I told Bea she was coming with me and we were going uptown. She's uncomfortable around money, and rich bitch people. It affects our love life. Tit for tat, when I'm around her kind I'm not that lovey dovey either.

I want to run away with her, maybe the west coast. Someplace where a couple of ladies can fit in. I'm tired of being looked at as fun time material by her people, and my people look down on her.

  • That Little Socialist Pussy

    This was my comment to another post, but I wanted to make it be its own post:

    That’s how I feel about AOC. I don’t like her and completely disagree politically, but when she wears tight jeans and a white button down shirt (or anything else for that matter), I want to fuck her brains out for hours in every position. I would pump her pussy so full of cum it would leak out for days. I’d fuck her mouth and ass too for variety, but that tight little socialist pussy would get most of my attention. Damn I would fuck her hard.

    Crush On Congresswoman

    I have to confess that I have a huge crush on Lauren Boebert the congresswoman. We definitely don't agree on the political spectrum, but i sure would like to fuck her. She is so fucking hot. I would love to creampie her luscious puss.

  • Liberal Feminists

    Deep down inside liberal feminists just really want to submit to men and need their c**ts fucked hard. That's the problem, they just need to get fucked really hard by a Dominant man to be shown who the boss is. Long live the patriarchy!!!

    I'm A Survivor Of An Entrapment In College

    I was pretty insecure as a girl. I went to my mother's alma mater for college. When I got there, starting with my freshman roommate, I was convinced that I was naturally born lesbian. I didn't feel lesbian but I went along. By the time I graduated I had been sexually active only with lesbians. I moved, followed my lesbian partner to the Bay area. After a short time I asked a friend to help me leave her.

    This friend, after hearing me out, said she didn't think I was lesbian. She said she had been there, and it sounded more like I had been seduced into it, I should get as far away as possible. I went home, back to my parents. There I met a man who worked with the bank. He was nice, but standoffish. After a few times talking to him he said I was hiding something. I told him about college.

    He invited me to experience sex like it should be. We went to dinner and he pointed out the gays there, for every one that's obvious, there's one that isn't. We went to a bar, ladies night, a woman asked me to dance. He told me would watch. She was very physical, lots of hugging and kisses. I went back to the table and told him I was ready.

    We had doll sex, formal, not intimate. But it was with a man sex. I wasn't invited for a repeat. Over the next months I went out with him a few times, but no sex. I wanted to dance with that girl. But I told myself I hadn't been tested. I pursued more man sex. Until he wanted something more serious. Today I live in the straight heterosexual world.

    My path through the lesbian homosexual world took eight years. I never was lesbian.

  • My Weird Neighbor

    My parents neighbor who is 52 and good looking has a big dick. 8 inches and uncut. I was extremely surprised to see he’s big and uncut.

    I saw him naked in his back yard one day and knew then I just had to have his dick. But he honestly can never shut his mouth up about politics. Such a turn off

    So back in September on a warm day I was getting in a few last tans for the year. I was outside in just my bikini. A thong bikini to be exact. I figured I’d wear something more skimpy for his viewing pleasure.

    I see that he noticed me and I decided to fake apologize for my bikini. He said you’re fine. So I get up to talk to him. My butt cheeks all exposed and my tits covered just enough to make it sexy.

    He asked when I moved back in and I told him a few weeks ago because I’m going to buy a house in the next year or two. After more talking and him asking if I’m dating I told him no I’m just looking for casual fun.

    So bossy me told him that if he can keep his mouth shut on politics while having sex I’d like to make an fwb situation with him. I could see a bulge in his pants grow when I said that

    So I let him fuck me. It was everything I hoped for. A big uncut dick. It was my first dick that big and my first uncut one. And obviously he enjoyed my younger tight shaved pussy. Which he did cum in and I wasn’t on birth control at the time. So I told him I needed to get plan b

    But knowing it would be regular sex I got an iud so that he could finish in me every time

    My parents are unaware I let their annoying neighbor fuck me a few times a week. But I did get questioned a few weeks ago when I came walking in the house late at night with my panties in my hand

    Breeding A Gay Catholic Republican

    So this guy with a blank profile sends me a message on Grindr. He sends a few blurry or filtered photos. I figure I have nothing to lose by walking half a block to his place.

    He's a stocky Latin guy, clean shaven all over, with a girly, bubble ass. He is on his knees sucking me pretty much the moment his apartment door closes.

    In his antique bed I breed him three times. We kiss like we're newlyweds.

    We're talking afterward and it turns out he's a gay, Catholic Republican. His family has no idea he's gay (though it should be obvious) and his way of reconciling these fundamentally incompatible identities is just to take random dick instead of having relationships.

    I fuck him maybe five more times before he moves away, always bare and always multiple loads.

    I hope someday he decides to exit the log cabin, skip church, and live his life authentically.

    Women And Children First, Nature Demands This Principle Be Followed

    I'm on the side of nature, not equity. Nature does not side with equity.

    Once when I was nine on a river boat I was on began to sink. We were on an Amazon tributary between one river port and another, on the way to my grandmother. As the boat was unrecoverable the calls came out for 'women and children'. We were pushed onto a rubber lifeboat with one young and strong sailor. We survived, not all the men survived, although some did. My father did not.

    Many years later I was in a discussion in my college class (in Brazil this craziness happens too) about this principle, women and children first. Why women and children first? I did not at that time announce myself. Why?

    Because women can bear children and replace the one's lost. The children are the future and they cannot help save the boat. In time my mother bore more children to another man. One was a son, named after my father. In time, after I was past the years of education, I bore children to a man. Each male child was named for one of the men that were lost.

    Nature doesn't play games, equity would have lost everyone, equity would not have provided for more children to be horn to replace the ones that were lost.

    A CPA And Attorney, Lesbian By Nature, I Thirst For Normal Behavior

    For an experienced lesbian woman in her forties I have an aversion to the whole LGBTQ+ movement. I don't participate and my friends that I hang out with don't either. I want to say to those out there, most of us by hand count are not in agreement with the lectures and the platform.

    We are women first, women not men. We do not want some man pretending to be a woman in our restrooms. We do not want some loud mouthpiece in our midst. We do not want some sick lesbian with issues dictating to us our wants and political affiliation. A good half of us are conservative and vote Republican, we vote for our wallets and our wellbeing. We do not dress like that, we do not behave like that, and yes we do the serving, and cooking and cleaning when we are in mixed company.

    I am particularly against the take over of institutions like teaching by butt hurt lesbians. Keep your hands off the children. It would be better if there was some control at the turnstile for political office, as far as myself and many of my cohorts we have a big problem with the LGBT movement having political office.

    I will say that at a given meeting, as a consultant in a client's office, being a lesbian has never hurt me. I find that there is zero pushback. I am hired because I have an education and experience to assist my clients work through their problems. With the exception of the latest bloom of consultants in HR related fields, lesbians like myself are hard working and leave our bedroom behavior at home and not at work and not in public. My advice to my clients, is to drop their consultant agreements for their HR departments, they will live to regret doing otherwise.

    I've said what I came to say. I enjoy good lesbian narratives, like any other sexual being I enjoy hearing about other lesbian experiences. We have all been there, including our first experiences with men (or boys when it happened in high school). There is no shame in not being a virgin. A good fuck story, or a story about meeting that girl on vacation. I get wet, I masturbate, I like being hot and bothered all alone in my bedroom. A hot tongue is nice, but so is my finger.

  • Never Thought I Would End Up Here, Telling My Story

    It was New Years Eve 2014, I was home for the holidays, turned twenty that fall. I went with my sister to a party of some friends of hers. I went back to school pregnant.

    By the end of March I had made up my mind to go ahead with the pregnancy. My mother offered to help, while I finished school. I would have to transfer back to the local college. And live at home.

    I had a boy. For some reason's men think highly of you for giving them a son, a single girl feels better with a girl. Having a boy I decided to call the dad. His answer was what you expect, why had I hidden from him, kept his kid from him. And why was I now calling him? Child support?

    What happened after that I never expected. I should have, but I was caught by surprise. And so began my road to being his wife. I resisted, talked the talk, but did not walk the walk. Slowly, day by day, he bent me, one millimeter at a time. But bent his way I was. When I did graduate, his son was eighteen months old and I was still living at home.

    I moved because of my son, not because he told me. I set up house because it felt better for my son, not because he told me. I got pregnant again so my son would have a sibling, not because he told me. I got married because he told me.

    Yes, I was bent enough to know when to argue, and when to do what I was told.

    I'm 30, New Years is coming up, I have two kids at home. Like every New Years since that night I got pregnant, we are staying home. A man knows when to do what his baby mama's tells him, and stays home with his wife and sons.