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.

I Don't Get It

I'm not 'old', I'm 43 and have been a feminist liberal lesbian since I care to remember. I have a niece at Northwestern, she's a junior feminist social justice warrior. But what is her issue? The hill worth dying on? Menstruation.

Give me a break, you are born with it, it comes with the hole between your legs. You also have an anus, what's next? Men dominate you because you have to close the door to shit?

No one 'likes' menstruating, any more than they like sitting on the toilet to shit. But it's yours to own, your very own, keep it to yourself it's no one's business. Just be thankful you have a bathroom door and you're not lesbian, and having to deal with it twice a month.

  • With A Sword At My Throat And The Cliff Behind Me...

    I'm a foreign national in a post graduate internship in Washington DC. I was offered a academic scholarship to a liberal studies school in Connecticut. I was 'housed' in a dorm with other foreign students. I spent five years and never made friends with American girls. I currently live with a girl from Xian, a girl from Mumbai and a girl from Bolivia. We share a two bedroom two bath condo. We are all liberal thinkers and outspoken lesbians. Returning to my country is not an option. My family doesn't support me, there are no jobs that pay enough for women like me. Socially ostracized and underemployed.

    I've been cleaning up my social media. I need a full time job with a company to sponsor me. My only other card is to get married to an American citizen. For all the wrong reasons I would have to marry a male. I should confess that I don't have a suitable woman in the wings either. I have one 'proposal', a Cuban American from Florida, from a hard core right leaning family. He shares those views. He has told me he wants to wash my ears out and refocus me, in the bedroom.

    I have nine weeks before my visa expires, I have no prospects for legal full time employment. My skill set is not STEM or "Tech". A job maybe, but I have to get my work visa or residency. Back to getting married. I've approached my father and uncle. I need their permission to marry outside the 'society'. My Grandmother wants me married, period. No woman has ever married as old as I am.

    The Devil you know, or social annihilation back in my country. I have to take my chances with a sword to my throat, and get an American passport.

    Search For The Past, Or Us It Time To Move On

    After I finished college I went on a year's trip to find myself, funded by my grandmother. She married my grandfather, of German descent, his father's family was lost during the 'war'. She wanted me to go to Hamburg where her father's family was from, and do some research. Put my History degree to work.

    I started by contacting the Holocaust museum and asked their researcher for ideas, how do I start. With the lady's help I got as much information as possible from my grandmother. Her father was one of a chosen few who were shipped across in 1937 as a child, and raised as a Lutheran, to some 'friends of the family'. No records of what happened to his family.

    Their last name was common, his adoptive parents knew his parents from 'business'. He was 'taken in' and his name changed, but no formal adoption. But memories were gone, no one really cared where the adopted son had come from. That was a dead end. No one kept any of the communications of the time.

    Hamburg was cold, uninviting. I took a small room paid in advance. No one reached out to me, and no one wanted to talk about 'that'. I didn't speak German, which added to the isolation. An old man I met on a bench told me to start with the synagogues, if they had survived. Family records from that period would be there.

    A needle in a haystack, after two months I gave up. Too big a task, too little time, too little money, too little experience, too little information. I sat at the train station headed for Berlin. A young woman sat there too. After a period of silence she broke the ice. We talked, what was I doing? Why was I going to Berlin. She was an art student, going back to school after spending a week with her grandmother.

    We rode together, she told me no one talks about any of that now. Leave it alone, it's time to forget. She invited me to stay with her, an ultra tiny apartment for students. To my surprise she was totally open to sex. Three days of 'that' and I needed a break. I traveled around, returning to Berlin to stay with her again. After a year I had invited her to come to the States with me. We got married, a Lutheran church. She told me you went to church to get baptized, get married, get hurried.

    She was all American as soon as we set up house. She was a great housekeeper, but wasn't so keen on starting a family, we were too young. Enjoy ourselves now that we were married.

    Ten years later, when we took our son Eric to meet her family, the story came out. Her great grandfather was an SS soldier in 'the East'. No one talks about those things now. Time to forget.

    I can't. My grandma can't. There is no story as to who my great grandfather was, where he came from. Who were they. Why was he sent. No answers, except that he was one of the chosen few.

    Yesterday I got an email from one of my wife's cousins. A manifest from 1937. My great grandfather's name was on it. An unaccompanied minor. If, that's how you spelled his last name.

  • Telling It Like It Is

    As long as I wasn't around gays I supported a lot of the agenda. But then I went to work in the entertainment industry and lived in a part of town populated by gays. Within a period of six months I had changed and was uncomfortable, annoyed and put off.

    I moved, changed jobs, eventually city, and industry. I also began my personal voyage into sex.

    Over the following year I learned about sex, and intimate behaviors. Including one evening when a ballet dancer joined us. It was my first same sex experience. I didn't celebrate that evening, I did start seeing the girl. Maybe her body, so firm and toned, her nonchalant attitude.

    For several months we remained primary lovers, and then slowly we drifted apart. I have not had a same sex affair. I remember it better than it probably was. Overall it did not change my feelings to living around a gay community. At least my experience has been negative all around. I would not intentionally live or work in such a community again.

    Woke Confessions

    I grew up realizing that I was initially wrong regarding my first impressions, when it came to anyone who I thought was different. First off, when someone in my group of friends made jokes about a gay person, I of course went along with it so as not to get picked on. But when I was in seventh grade, I all of a sudden hit me that I was doing the same thing that gay guys do and was denying it to myself. For almost a year I have been sucking cock on a regular basis. It was a startling admission that I made to myself. From then on I never made any comments when someone cut a joke. In fact I tried to defend the person in question with out letting out my secret. So I understand the desire because I am have been a cock sucker all along. Next the trans sexual person was another intrigue to me. When I was nineteen or twenty I picked up a really sexy black street walker on night when I was extremely horny. We went back to her place and got completable. I slid my hand down the front of her underwear and felt a big hard cock. I was fooled and immediately wondered what she was thinking. I exploded with desire and put my mouth right over it. I sucked her dick until she came in my mouth. I wanted to date that girl but never met her again. So I certainly have nothing against trans people and love seeing a girl with a dick.

  • What Goes Around Comes Around

    In my youth it was all about sex, and we went headlong into it. Make love, the war was over. But right beside us things were going on.

    I went to Colombia, Cartagena, with my cousin. She had a friend there. The people lived a very modest life and it was very obvious to me that we were a burden they didn't need or want. My cousin was oblivious and called me crazy, if they didn't want us, they would tell us. Suffice it to say I was uncomfortable.

    I returned to college with a whole new understanding of class differences, and how rich we were, compared to them. It stuck to me. I met a guy in my senior year, he was a thinker not a doer. A rich kid from Maryland. He was going to solve all societies problems. He was so disconnected. He was angry that I didn't have a social conscience.

    I went off to work. As a professional I was in the ivory tower. Most of our employees worked on the line. There was a definite unspoken line. Rich girls from Corporate didn't date blue collar guys on the line. Although we weren't 'rich'. I came to learn that there was a bounty of sorts within the guys on the line, get in the pants of a 'rich' girl and they got 'points'.

    By then I was so jaded that when I met the man I married, it was refreshing to meet someone who understood the world. No one was right, no one was wrong. Just be thankful for your life, don't angst about things you can't control. And don't misread the do gooders, the money they intend to spend isn't theirs. And in a generation, things don't change, just the players.

    Turning 65 I look around me, things haven't changed, the do gooders are still after my money. New faces, angry about the world. It's made up of rich and poor, and rich is always someone you don't know, you don't understand. Same with the poor.

    The Straw That Broke The Camel's Back

    I got up and walked out when I was forced to attend a diversity lecture at work. My boss said it was mandatory or I quit. Goodbye to the bull shit, headed South to Texas and got a job in a fabrication yard. Women are nice, the guys are fun, the hours are long, the pay is fine but the cost of living a lot lower.

    I met Beth at the Christmas party and hit it off. We got together and did the bedroom Polka. I've decided to propose, hope she'll take me.

    Good riddance Illinois and Chicago, once a nice place, now a shit hole. Should have followed my cousin s long time ago.

    Longtime Liberal Lesbian Friends

    I'm a 100% leave me the fuck alone libertarian, and have friends and family that are everything from l******s to Trumptards. A couple of my longtime best friends are lesbians, Chris(Tina) and Eva. They're both late 20's, Chris is the typical 'trying too hard to be a man' lesbian, and Eva is actually just a sweet soft spoken girl that you wouldn't even peg as a lesbian.
    They approached my wife first, then me, and asked if I'd be a sperm donor for Eva. My wife was surprisingly supportive of it, me, well I don't know. Now if we did this the old fashioned way and I got to give cute little Eva a good fuck or two, I might be singing a different tune. Joking aside, first and foremost I have no problems at all with them or their orientation, but the thought of my biological kid being raised by someone (Chris) with EXTREME left wing ideologies bugs me. Now clearly, me being a successful white male, she's not a 'kill whitey' liberal, but rather the pronoun obsessed borderline mentally unstable type. Eva though is intelligent and quite rational. Guess I have tough decision to make.
    I apologize that this is not a hot, slamming lesbian snatch story. I just had to get it off my chest.

    Republican Women

    Marsha Blackburn, Palin, MTG, Boobert et al - scary women, who feature prominently in my fantasies about abduction, endless face-sitting, and extreme orgasm denial, while kept in permanent bondage, with breath-control and sensory deprivation, having to view them through one-way glass gasmask goggles, which render me totally anonymous, and just a sex-toy to be "rode hard and put away wet"...sigh...it'll never happen, but it's fun dwelling on it, obsessively. Maybe I'll meet a "civilian" equivalent, and be led by the balls into a 'financial bondage' marriage

  • Busted, The Offer, And The Winner

    When I was a 26 yr. old closeted bi male (6 ft 3.5 inches and 164 pounds with strawberry blonde hair) going by Riley River Ricci and I was often called RRR, rrr, or Triple R. I hadn't slept with a girl since I arrived at college over 2 years ago. I was risking it all by hooking up with more than a dozen guys while cruising on campus.

    After serving on Student Government as a Senator and Chairperson, I decided to run for Vice President. My opponent Walter Johnson was predicted to beat me.

    About 2 weeks before the election, we had our 2nd debate. Due to my success that day, I decided to cruise the library bathroom, and a cruising spot in the music building. I luckily took 8 loads from 5 guys. As I left the music building, I was approached by Walter's GF Avery.

    Avery startles me and says, "Triple R, you know if people fund out about your secret, you will lose the election to that slimeball or shall I say my ex Walter?"

    I was massively stunned that Avery & Walter broke up, she knew my secret, and supposedly wanted me to beat Walter. I asked if she wanted to get some coffee. Avery decided it was better for us to have dinner at her apartment so she could give me the offer of my life.

    My gut was telling me to run but my heart wanted to listen to this 6 foot 5 inch, 160 pound hot redhead basketball player with a nice rack. I was a bit hesitant to go with her because I smelled like sex and I wanted to sleep with her.

    Avery tells me I can take a shower while she does my laundry. Within a few minutes of walking, we arrived at her apartment.

    Avery says, "here's a menu, please circle what you want and it's my treat." I smiled. Avery says, "use some toilet paper to cover up the tampon and please make use of the items in my shower."

    I was stunned but excited. I smile and laugh when I see shaving cream, a razor, female body wash, and a douche.

    After I finish my shower, I notice perfume, a new toothbrush peach panties, a peach padded bra, sexy socks, a new polo shirt, and new sweats.

    I get dressed and I join Avery at the kitchen table. I ask Avery what this offer was. She smiled and said I needed to wait for our dinner to arrive. I asked why she was being so nice and her answer shocked me.

    Avery says, "I want my third time pursuing you to be a success especially factoring this time I don't want a booty call., I glare at Avery. She replies, "don't be so surprised that I broke up with Walter. You're not a close-minded douche, an evil prick, and you are a relaxed and quiet stud muffin."

    I smile and suddenly the doorbell rings as our Chinese food arrived. Moments after we dig in to eat, Avery smiles. She says, "I am willing to be your campaign manager and I know my friends will help you beat Walter."

    I look puzzled and I thank her for kind words and her offer. She explains to me that Sam Gold is the only guy I should sleep with and that if I accepted her 2nd offer, I was free to be with only 1 guy.

    I am shocked and I say, "I'm open to your involvement with my campaign. But if you're asking to date me, I can't accept that right now because we need to get to know each other." She smiles and says, "I think that's more than fair but please find 1 guy to sleep with and please do it in either of your dorm rooms."

    We finish our dinner and decide binge watch people getting arrested. It was getting late so she offered to give me her bed while she slept on the couch. Both of us were stubborn but failing her mind games, I regretfully slept in her bed.


    The next morning Sam & I met and he really liked me but was more suited to be my BFF. My arch nemesis in Biology Tara Olds started hanging out with Sam, Avery & I. I setup Tara with Sam.

    Walter saw how much support my election was getting and he dropped out of the race and got replaced by Tara's roommate's BF Zack who ran as a write-in candidate. I gotb75% of the vote.

    Avery & I went on our first date the night that I won the election. A A week later when my STI & HIV tests came back clean, I had the best night of sex ever.

    I was Avery's sub and I quickly learned how to please her. She pegged me everyday, collared me, used handcuffs and turned me into a kinky beast. I became a good sissy and loved being rimmed and learned the pleasures of delicate pussy eating.

    I win the next year's Presidential election.

    She proposed to me after our first year in law school. 3 years later, we found Avery was pregnant. Sadly a week later, hit us in a hit and run which resulted in our daughter and Avery go to heaven.