Our new Indie Games subforum is now open for business in G&T. Go and check it out, you might land a code for a free game. If you're developing an indie game and want to post about it, follow these directions
. If you don't, he'll break your legs! Hahaha! Seriously though.
Our rules have been updated and given their own forum
. Go and look at them! They are nice, and there may be new ones that you didn't know about! Hooray for rules! Hooray for The System! Hooray for Conforming!
Awesome: 'Anonymous confessions' by Rolo
likes this Post written by Rolo
about two years ago
"The idea that a contractor cat-calling to a lady on the street would be quoting Austen brightens my day.
Confession: I'm real proud of these threads because I hoped they would help people with their private problems and insecurities and it has done that in spades.
One of the few times I'll pat myself on the back without reservations.
I, on the other hand, was hoping it would draw the perverts out of the woodwork, and am bitterly disappointed.
There was like 20 pages of people posting about public and group sex! I remember because it was awesome!
that ain't perverted! That's just SE!
this place has given me weird standards.
Would...would you like us to hit on you in a ruthlessly creepy way? The kind of way that would first leave you flattered and then by month six leave you a paranoid twitchy shell of the woman you are now as you wonder if every sound and shadow behind you is just a precursor to hearing our lard-laden over-encumbered breaths in your ear?
Cause we can do that. We can shuffle down those horrid paths if it makes you feel loved.
DO YOU WANT TO FEEL LOVED?!
Confession: sometimes, I don't mind the creepers. Sometimes they make me feel weirdly good about myself.
Like gross construction workers cat-calling me. Even though they cat-call just about ANYBODY, it will makes me feel irrationally good. Sometimes
LADY IN THE SKIRT
I CAN LISTEN NO LONGER IN SILENCE. I MUST SPEAK TO YOU BY SUCH MEANS AS ARE WITHIN MY REACH. YOU PIERCE MY SOUL. I AM HALF AGONY, HALF HOPE. TELL ME NOT THAT I AM TOO LATE, THAT SUCH PRECIOUS FEELINGS ARE GONE FOR EVER. I OFFER MYSELF TO YOU AGAIN WITH A HEART EVEN MORE YOUR OWN THAN WHEN YOU ALMOST BROKE IT, EIGHT YEARS AND A HALF AGO. DARE NOT SAY THAT MAN FORGETS SOONER THAN WOMAN, THAT HIS LOVE HAS AN EARLIER DEATH. I HAVE LOVED NONE BUT YOU. UNJUST I MAY HAVE BEEN, WEAK AND RESENTFUL I HAVE BEEN, BUT NEVER INCONSTANT. YOU ALONE HAVE BROUGHT ME TO BATH. FOR YOU ALONE, I THINK AND PLAN. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THIS? CAN YOU FAIL TO HAVE UNDERSTOOD MY WISHES? I HAD NOT WAITED EVEN THESE TEN DAYS, COULD I HAVE READ YOUR FEELINGS, AS I THINK YOU MUST HAVE PENETRATED MINE. I CAN HARDLY WRITE. I AM EVERY INSTANT HEARING SOMETHING WHICH OVERPOWERS ME. YOU SINK YOUR VOICE, BUT I CAN DISTINGUISH THE TONES OF THAT VOICE WHEN THEY WOULD BE LOST ON OTHERS. TOO GOOD, TOO EXCELLENT CREATURE! YOU DO US JUSTICE, INDEED. YOU DO BELIEVE THAT THERE IS TRUE ATTACHMENT AND CONSTANCY AMONG MEN. BELIEVE IT TO BE MOST FERVENT, MOST UNDEVIATING, IN F. W.
I MUST GO, UNCERTAIN OF MY FATE; BUT I SHALL RETURN HITHER, OR FOLLOW YOUR PARTY, AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. A WORD, A LOOK, WILL BE ENOUGH TO DECIDE WHETHER I ENTER YOUR FATHER'S HOUSE THIS EVENING OR NEVER.