So, a little bit of back story. I was raised solely by my dad, he’s a good man, a lot older than most other dads growing up, but always has been my best friend. I don’t think we’ve ever even gotten into one fight. It was all well and fine, until I was 15 when he was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer’s Disease (AD).

It wasn’t as bad as it sounds at first, sure, my dad would forget things every now and then, but slowly, it crept up, to the point where he struggled to remember my name. He has always remembered I’m his son; but things like my interests, name, birthday, times, etc, were a struggle for him.

I was depending on my father’s money as well as some of my own savings to pay his bills.

Well, the money inevitably dried up. I was working a crappy part-time job, barely eating healthy myself, doing my undergrad (more fees), and going broke…fast.

Then, out of the blue, a guy on Grindr (men hook up/dating app) messaged me and offered me $100 to get intimate. He was in the mid-40s, overweight, and ugly..but I was desperate for some quick cash, and that’s when it all started.

So, from age 22, I’ve been working as a prostitute to pay for my dad’s nurses, specialist appointments, medication, rent, and food. As well as my own living expenses. I’m now 26, – at first, I worked just through Grindr, I used my boyish appearance to my advantage and would message older men, asking for help.

It was surprisingly easy, I would hook up with older men, ranging from $100 to 250, a few times a week just to stay afloat. After a while, I started taking male and female clients out for dinners, shows, events, etc, making A LOT more money.

I found this easy, I basically grew up at 15, by 18 I had more life experience than most 25-year-olds. The conversations came naturally, and not to boast but being charming has always been my most sincere attribute.

I then made my own escort profile on a website, making $1500-2500 for overnight calls…Before COVID I was high rolling with lots of rich men. Those weekends were bizarre. I don’t think I could ever get used to that. But it certainly helped my bank account.

In terms of income, I have bad months, good months, and GREAT months. Ever since I’ve done overnight calls, I’ve always been ahead on payments. I average around $7500 a month.

It also helps pay for my schooling, food, expenses, etc. I even have savings now. It’s a struggle, and it’s tiresome and hard, but the cards were stacked against me and I did what I had to. I suppose I could have made smarter and safer decisions, but I don’t regret it. I don’t hate it, but I don’t particularly enjoy it either.

I think a lot of people think my work is just showing up and sleeping with people when it’s indeed business calls, management, independent work. Not to mention, especially being a guy, having to work out, maintaining my body to meet the perfect male gaze.

It’s gotten in the way with a lot of things. For the past 10 years, I feel like I haven’t really “lived”. Everything I do is for my dad, I barely have any friends, I drank far too much alcohol to mask my pain – I took a month off and detoxed, I was well due for a break, and the one boyfriend I’ve had dumped me once I told him the truth. But except for him, my psychologist, and now you reading this, no one else knows.

Netizens’ comment

• “ For my dad to remember my name 7/10 times, it’s worth it.” ❤️

• I’m really proud of you; for stepping up to care for your dad and making it happen

I can’t imagine it’s been an easy slog for you, but to do what you have to do is admirable

I hope things get easier for you both and you won’t have to do this forever

• Dude, hands down you win the son of the year award. Any man would be lucky to call you husband with character like that. You’re truly amazing dude, nothing but the best to you!

A guy shared how he has been on dating apps and going out with girls but they always give him false hope and stop replying him after the date.

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Just a bit of a rant, but I would also like to hear your thoughts on this. I’ve been on dating apps and met some girls for dates.

The thing which I’ve noticed happen is that some girls would agree for a subsequent date (after one or few dates), only to not get back to me (when they said they’ll check which days they’re free and get back to me etc.) when they said they would.

Wouldn’t it make more sense for the girl to just say that they don’t see it going further, and let the guy know that they would not want to meet again?

It is quite disrespectful, and gives false hopes (especially when they reply with much positive energy when agreeing to meet again).

I see them not getting back to me as a sign that they’re clearly not interested so I wouldn’t want to send follow-up messages asking if they know when they’re free already etc.

But I would had much rather they be more respectful and not do things like this.

Not all girls are like that of course. I’ve had some girls who let me know when they didn’t want to meet again, and I really appreciate that.

First of all, I’m in shambles and this took a lot to write in first place because I literally still can’t put my thoughts together even after over a week after finding out about this.

I (18M) have ‘dated’ my now ex-boyfriend (19M), let’s call him James, since primary school—We confessed to each other when we were 8/9 and pretty much stayed together since then, but only moved onto more serious things such as kissing and dates when we were in secondary school.

We’ve actually known each other for longer than that: we met in kindergarten so it’s safe to say we’ve known each other for 15 years+ and been together for 10 years+. We never broke up and never took ‘a break’ of some sort, either.

Both of our families have always been very supportive of our relationship, so nothing ever went in the wrong direction until 5 months ago.

My twin sister (18F), let’s call her Emily, has known James since we were all little, but never got along too well with her, since she’s always been pretty upset about me spending more time with him, than her, me getting a boyfriend before her, etc.

It was rare to see Emily warm up to James and vice-versa and although we were all classmates and James saw Emily every time he came to my place, they never really bonded properly. They were simple acquaintances and that never really bugged me: Emily has never been hostile or judgmental of James, and James never said anything particularly mean about my sister.

On February 26th, I noticed that James was receiving plenty of messages while he was at my place and that rarely happened, since I knew that his friend group communicated solely on Instagram, and I asked him what that was all about.

He shrugged it off and said that it was his driving teacher trying to get him to schedule their next lesson and I believed him until I involuntarily noticed a ‘<3’ pop up in one of the display texts.

I confronted him about it and asked why his driving teacher would be sending him a heart at 9PM on a Saturday night and he said that I’m making a big deal out of nothing and I should just watch the movie in silence and stop bugging him with questions, but I was too irritated to let him go off the hook so easily and made him unlock his phone and read the messages out loud to me.

He was tearing up and holding cries back when he began reading them in front of me. They were stuff like ‘We’ll manage, I know we will.’ or ‘Don’t worry about being too young to be a dad.’ and I went livid.

The contact name was a ‘:>’ so I couldn’t tell who it was, but I kept pushing him for more details and once he began scrolling upwards to reveal the old text exchanges, it became clear that it was my sister he was talking to. If I had her number memorized I could have figured it out even easier.

She wasn’t home at that moment, so I called her and demanded that she came home that instant because I had found out what was going on between her and James, and she refused and said I was delusional.

James admitted to having an affair with my sister instantly, and began apologizing and begging for me to forgive him.

I found out they slept at least a dozen times behind my back, including in MY BED. My sister and boyfriend doing it in my bed and my boyfriend getting her pregnant in my room, while playing music from my laptop. What a view. James told me most details thinking it would make the situation better but I was and still am absolutely destroyed by this.

I cant begin to fathom what kind of indulgence and forgiveness he thought I would give him after he confessed to sleeping with my twin sister without wearing a condom. He banged my sister behind my back, cheating on me for MONTHS, then looked me in the eye and expected forgiveness.

It was so pathetic that the sobs and apologies made me nauseous and I could feel my head tearing in half. It was the worst thing to hear my sister denying it first hand, followed by James’s lame attempt at winning me back.

I kicked him out of my house and my sister still hasn’t come home yet, even though she was supposed to be back from her trip four days ago. She isn’t answering her phone, isn’t replying to me or my father, and the only texts we managed to get out of her were daily ‘I’m okay’s’ to my mother.

James blocked me on Instagram, iMessage and Messenger and cancelled out our shared Spotify Premium duo and our mutual Netflix and HBO subscriptions, the same day. I didn’t see him much in school either, since we shared just a few classes anyways, but I didn’t utter a single word to him.

The two people I trusted the most betrayed me and and lied to me. I cant believe this is happening to me and I’m trying my best to not spiral out of control. I have no idea what my sister will do with the baby since I didn’t get to read all of the recent messages, and if her and James will get together for the sake of the child, but I’m shattered.

This is the worst thing that’s happened to me and I’m sick.

I am usually a fan of normal, unadventurous intimacy, my boyfriend isn’t. He likes the 50-shades side of things. When we first got together 5 years ago, I had barely done anything other than missionary. He is my second relationship, and my third partner. We explored some things, and I found out that I enjoyed being lightly choked and by that I mean I liked having his hand on me, nothing more.

Last night, we were enjoying our time together, and things got.. weird, uncomfortable, and flat out dangerous. I was laying on my stomach, and he was laying on top of me. He started getting more and more aggressive, pulling my hair, and pinning my arms at my sides. I didn’t argue, in the heat of the moment it was nice. He started choking me, he literally put me in a headlock. I couldn’t breathe and started seeing stars and getting tunnel vision. I tried moving my hands, but he had trapped me, I tried to use our safe word, but I literally couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe at all. I passed out.

When I came to, I was rolled over on my back. I started crying, and asked him how long I had been unconscious for. He said he wasn’t sure, and that he “Didn’t notice” that I had even passed out until he had “finished”.

He’s been calling me all day. He doesn’t want me to throw away 5 years of a relationship for 1 mistake. I am hesitant to go back to him. I’m afraid, how could he not notice me no longer making noise (I’m super vocal) or going limp?

My friend says I can stay with her as long as I want, and for now I’ve turned my phone off. One of the last texts he sent me he said that it’s just because I’m “inexperienced with breath play” and idk what that even means. He said we never talked about what happened if things went too far, and I say he took all my options away from me (pinning my arms down, choking me until I couldn’t speak).

In five years, nothing like this has ever happened. Is this normal? Could it really have been an accident that I’m blowing out of proportion?

A man shared how he is turned off by his girlfriend treating their intimate relations as a form of reward.

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My girlfriend treats us getting intimate like its a reward and it’s turning me off.

I’m nearly 40. As time has gone on intimacy has been less and less important in relationships that I have had.

I would expect that to continue. And while I consider my girlfriend fiercely intelligent she has a warped view of getting intimate.

To me, sleeping together is a fun thing to do with a partner (or partners, whatever…let your freak flag fly).

But she seems to think it is a reward for something impressive I do or something threatened to be withheld during a fight or moment of discord.

I’m not an 18 year old boy who is obsessed with getting laid. I’m a grown man who knows how to handle himself.

I’ve spent the last 30 years dealing with my own raging hormones, you are insane if you think that threatening me or using it as a reward is anything but weird at best.

I almost said this to her recently but bit my tongue because I don’t like to argue. I try to put aside anything that doesn’t really matter and just try to always be a force for good in my girlfriend’s life.

Hence…this post. And in case your logic that I am just bad in bed and intimacy is a chore for her…that is not the case. We both always have fun together and it has been rare we have not both finished satisfied.

Anyway, thank you for reading. It feels good writing this.

I have been seeing escorts on and off for almost 10 years.

I saw my first escort the day I turned 20 years old. Since that day, I was hooked. I adopted the mindset at a young age that as long as I had the money and felt like spending it, I could bang any girl I wanted.

I didn’t have to deal with the headache of trying to court her and build attraction and chemistry in order to sleep with her.

All I had to do was pay her and she was mine for 30 min-1 hour or more. I stopped seeing escorts completely for a year and a half when I was in a relationship, until we broke up and then I started to see them again.

It turned into seeing them on occasion, maybe 6 months to a year (or more). It wasn’t until last year or so, it started to become a regular thing.

It has slowly progressed into something I did rarely or when I was going through a really bad dry spell, to something I now do on a weekly basis, sometimes multiple times a week.

I know I’m probably not the only guy who has engaged in this kind of stuff but I am very ashamed of myself and I hold a lot of guilt from this.

I just started going to therapy to address a lot of issues, especially this. It has taken a toll on my financial discipline, my relationships, self-esteem, confidence and my ability to interact and connect with women on an emotional and intimate level.

The past few months have been rough and I started realizing why. The more I get myself to go see a prostitute, I end up feeling worse.

At the same time, it’s so hard to stop. It’s a vicious cycle of lust then regret. And it seems to repeat itself. I’m ready to break that cycle though. I want to be able to connect with people’s souls and not their bodies.

I found my employee’s onlyfans and spent last night “playing with myself” to her content and chatting with her.

She seemingly has no idea it’s me. I don’t know if she would react well to it or even be interested in me that way.

Besides I am her direct boss and she reports to me so us dating would definitely be a conflict of interest and be frowned upon so it would probably be better if she only knew me anonymously.

Besides that part of it makes it so hot. Today at work she clearly had no idea that it was me last night chatting with her and that secrecy is really turning me on.

She’s a great girl with a great body and personality and this will be my secret for now.

Netizens’ comments

• Yeah don’t ever tell her. She’ll probably feel extremely awkward at work having to act normal with you knowing you beat your meat to her at home, and nobody wants to feel like they need to find a new job. Also because as her boss, she might think you’ll try to hold it over her head at work. Best kept secret.

• Keep it professional, she’s your subordinate at work, do NOT make it creepy

• Why do you think there’s a chance she would want to date you because you subscribed to her OF? I think you need to get a grip on reality.

Although I don’t live there anymore, my experiences linger in the back of my head. They make me anxious to think about. I believe there was something evil, but maybe it was just curious…

I moved in with my fiancé when we found out I was pregnant, around June of 2020. I worked as a baker, and often worked 4:00AM-12:00PM shifts. My fiancé worked a lot of 6:00PM-2:00AM shifts. I spent a lot of nights alone. I’ve always been scared of the dark but this made it worse.

September, 3:45AM

I parked my car and walked to the lift. Some of the street lights were off but I had my phone light, so I didn’t mind.

I reached my home and noticed that my front door was slightly open, but my gates were still shut and locked. I thought it was weird but also not my problem. Just as I stepped out the back door, I heard the bedroom door slam shut.

I blamed the wind.

December, 3:45AM

My doorbell kept ringing but when i checked, there was no one there.

On and off, I noticed small things. Footsteps, soft tapping, things being moved around, lights that were on when I swore up and down I turned them off.

I blamed everything but what I feared.

This last experience is the longest. Afterwards, we moved out.

April, sometime starting in the morning.

My son was about a month old. My fiancé had gone back to work and I was enjoying my infant cuddles. I laid him swaddled in his crib while he slept and took a well deserved shower.

The bathroom light flickered and went out while I was in there, but the sunlight from the window was enough to continue.

I was almost done, and I was just rinsing my face when the water got so unbearably hot. I pulled back and when I opened my eyes, my shower curtain was completely open and the water was all the way on hot.

I started to get scared, and got out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and tried to calm down.

Almost instantly, my son started screaming. I ran to his bedroom and found his swaddle perfectly open. Not like he kicked it open, but laying in a perfect square flat on his bed. As soon as I picked him up, all of the lights in the apartment went out. None of my neighbors had this problem.

I was terrified. I quickly got dressed and got my son in his car seat. Went to my mother’s till my fiancé was off work.

We kept hearing the knocking in our last days there and spent the least amount of time there possible.

I still get anxious when I drive past the estate there.