Thread: DV Confessional! (Dirty Laundry Goes Here)

*salivates*


And yes MoS. I actually have.

Originally Posted by Amaze

Off the top of my head... Onei, Cold Blooded, Elis D, Adam, and Placebo come to mind to fit into the above confession.

Thanks, man.

Originally Posted by Elis D

I actually will be doing this with a couple friends this summer.
You can join us if you'd like.

Originally Posted by Man of Steel

Me too, just to KNOW if I could really make use of all the skills I've acquired over the years. But I live out in the woods, and my sense of direction is excellent, so it's kinda tough to get myself lost. Might have to try up on the mountain one night this summer...wanna come? Maybe we could get together with Elis.

Haha, sounds fun. Of course, then I wouldn't technically be getting myself lost. *ponders*

I like Carou because his personality would be perfect as a character for one of my stories.

I talk to myself. Frequently.

More worriesome, I answer myself.

Some days I pass the time by thinking of ways to torture my characters.

For my first 6 months here I thought Mes Tarrant was a lesbian.

For my first 6 months here I thought Seis was a girl

The perfect couple.

You and I? I know.


Maybe someday.

December 24, 1990... day before christmas, and my Dad's birthday. Weeks before I had sent a letter to him hoping it would reach him in time for his big day... turning sixty something, but the convoy it was in on the way to the port was ambushed. I didn't find out my letter was lost for one more month, and worse... I found out my Dad had died new years eve in a crash. The last time I saw him we were fighting over some stupid thing. He was truely the best person in my life... yet the last thing he heard from me was a string of swears then a slammed door. I had already been in Kuwait 2 months longer than I had expected, I was getting severely depressed... then this happened. At that point I was angry, instead of trying to deal with it..... i killed.... and worse, kept a journal of it. Within weeks of my fathers death I'd killed upwards of 30 people. I was angry at the damn Iraqis, when I should've been angry with myself. It was January and we felt we were near the end of this war... we had just heard news that progress was being made. Me and Chief were doing a boundry patrol, we were talking about his children... and how his oldest was turning 9 years old. He was cut off mid-sentence by an RPG. It struck just a few feet from him, I was a ways behind him, maybe 15 feet. He didn't even have time to scream, I saw his mangled torso laying in a ditch smoldering... and pieces of his legs flung all over the damn place. I got up and ran, firing wildly behind me. I just kept running till I got to base. I found out the next day the man with the RPG, was protecting his wife and children. One of my stray shots managed to strike his child in the chest, killing her almost instantly. The new father, and local, had mistaken us for Iraqis. The winter of 1990.....

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Thanks for that budd....

edit: just to be clear.... SARCASM

I just want to let guitarboy know that luckily I'm a strong person, and had it been anyone else that post could've triggered... seriously, think about what you're posting guys (or in this case gal)

Wow if that shit is true...Why here?

Originally Posted by Siиdяed

Sounds like someone's uncomfortable about their sexuality.

Ah, yes, the old-as-time-itself rationalization trick. I guess because spiders creep me out, I'm also uncomfortable about my preference of anthropods, huh?

@Hazel: Hey, don't feel bad. I have entire conversations with myself.

"Wow if that shit is true...Why here?"

Why not eh? I've never told anyone what happened overseas, even if I wanted to... I wouldn't have anyone left to tell. After all, isn't that the spirit of this thread?

I think my mother's non stop pampering and forbidding to play with other, "tougher" boys as a child is the reason I'm so differen't then all the other guys, but not gay. Which is why I secretly and shamefully blame her for the reason I have yet to have been on a date, but still have been shot down 11 times and counting

1. I find I'm afraid of all the wrong things
2. I don't fear what I should
3. I can be shy and reclusive

Sometimes I rub my hot dog and it feels good.
I pick my nose when no one is looking.
I pissed in some bushes because I really had to go and the bathrooms were confusing.
I didn't do my homework yesterday.
I can be childish and annoying occasionally(hasn't happened before here.
I wish I could go to sleep
And not have a lucid dream
but sex dream
sex
lots of sex
also
Harry Potter
then sex
not with harry potter though
with
uhm
..
Megan Fox.
No.
wait
yes
maybe?
Then
I go to transformer island
and I see the movie, yay.
Woh, what thread am I in again?

Originally Posted by guitarboy

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That was in bad taste. =\

Originally Posted by Lëzen

Ah, yes, the old-as-time-itself rationalization trick. I guess because spiders creep me out, I'm also uncomfortable about my preference of anthropods, huh?

@Hazel: Hey, don't feel bad. I have entire conversations with myself.

The idea is that you have to pretend not to like men by going out of your way to avoid anything that could be considered "gay" in your mind. It's why a lot of homophobes are actually gay themselves.

I consider the Beyond Dreaming section officially dead and buried.

Originally Posted by Demon Parasite

The idea is that you have to pretend not to like men by going out of your way to avoid anything that could be considered "gay" in your mind.

It's called disgust. Conceptual conflict.
Contrary to popular belief, people can hate things for perfectly good (but personal) reasons, not just because "they don't understand it".
Hasty assumptions on the other hand are indeed quite silly.

I suppose I'll make a couple.

I used to think DV was getting worse, but it's really due to the fact that I have little interest in anything to do with LD's besides visual WILDs anymore. The community is as fine as it ever was probably. Hard to believe I've been here 5 years this month, wow

Even though I was against people becoming mods who were only here for only a year or so (like MoS), I admit I was a bit jealous and that might have been an influence. But I really am not that close to the dv community to be a good staff member, where as mods like MoS (when he was one) are just really good at communicating with everyone here

I wish 2012 was real sometimes (still a lot of topics here on it?), even though I might die, it'd be worth it to see the end of the world I think. I don't believe at all in it though

Originally Posted by mindwanderer

December 24, 1990... day before christmas, and my Dad's birthday. Weeks before I had sent a letter to him hoping it would reach him in time for his big day... turning sixty something, but the convoy it was in on the way to the port was ambushed. I didn't find out my letter was lost for one more month, and worse... I found out my Dad had died new years eve in a crash. The last time I saw him we were fighting over some stupid thing. He was truely the best person in my life... yet the last thing he heard from me was a string of swears then a slammed door. I had already been in Kuwait 2 months longer than I had expected, I was getting severely depressed... then this happened. At that point I was angry, instead of trying to deal with it..... i killed.... and worse, kept a journal of it. Within weeks of my fathers death I'd killed upwards of 30 people. I was angry at the damn Iraqis, when I should've been angry with myself. It was January and we felt we were near the end of this war... we had just heard news that progress was being made. Me and Chief were doing a boundry patrol, we were talking about his children... and how his oldest was turning 9 years old. He was cut off mid-sentence by an RPG. It struck just a few feet from him, I was a ways behind him, maybe 15 feet. He didn't even have time to scream, I saw his mangled torso laying in a ditch smoldering... and pieces of his legs flung all over the damn place. I got up and ran, firing wildly behind me. I just kept running till I got to base. I found out the next day the man with the RPG, was protecting his wife and children. One of my stray shots managed to strike his child in the chest, killing her almost instantly. The new father, and local, had mistaken us for Iraqis. The winter of 1990.....

Wow, that's really bad. I feel terrible for you. If you want to express this stuff WITHOUT FEAR OF MEMES (guitarboy...), you can always PM me. I'll listen.

Originally Posted by mindwanderer

December 24, 1990... day before christmas, and my Dad's birthday. Weeks before I had sent a letter to him hoping it would reach him in time for his big day... turning sixty something, but the convoy it was in on the way to the port was ambushed. I didn't find out my letter was lost for one more month, and worse... I found out my Dad had died new years eve in a crash. The last time I saw him we were fighting over some stupid thing. He was truely the best person in my life... yet the last thing he heard from me was a string of swears then a slammed door. I had already been in Kuwait 2 months longer than I had expected, I was getting severely depressed... then this happened. At that point I was angry, instead of trying to deal with it..... i killed.... and worse, kept a journal of it. Within weeks of my fathers death I'd killed upwards of 30 people. I was angry at the damn Iraqis, when I should've been angry with myself. It was January and we felt we were near the end of this war... we had just heard news that progress was being made. Me and Chief were doing a boundry patrol, we were talking about his children... and how his oldest was turning 9 years old. He was cut off mid-sentence by an RPG. It struck just a few feet from him, I was a ways behind him, maybe 15 feet. He didn't even have time to scream, I saw his mangled torso laying in a ditch smoldering... and pieces of his legs flung all over the damn place. I got up and ran, firing wildly behind me. I just kept running till I got to base. I found out the next day the man with the RPG, was protecting his wife and children. One of my stray shots managed to strike his child in the chest, killing her almost instantly. The new father, and local, had mistaken us for Iraqis. The winter of 1990.....

Damn.....

Originally Posted by mindwanderer

December 24, 1990... day before christmas, and my Dad's birthday. Weeks before I had sent a letter to him hoping it would reach him in time for his big day... turning sixty something, but the convoy it was in on the way to the port was ambushed. I didn't find out my letter was lost for one more month, and worse... I found out my Dad had died new years eve in a crash. The last time I saw him we were fighting over some stupid thing. He was truely the best person in my life... yet the last thing he heard from me was a string of swears then a slammed door. I had already been in Kuwait 2 months longer than I had expected, I was getting severely depressed... then this happened. At that point I was angry, instead of trying to deal with it..... i killed.... and worse, kept a journal of it. Within weeks of my fathers death I'd killed upwards of 30 people. I was angry at the damn Iraqis, when I should've been angry with myself. It was January and we felt we were near the end of this war... we had just heard news that progress was being made. Me and Chief were doing a boundry patrol, we were talking about his children... and how his oldest was turning 9 years old. He was cut off mid-sentence by an RPG. It struck just a few feet from him, I was a ways behind him, maybe 15 feet. He didn't even have time to scream, I saw his mangled torso laying in a ditch smoldering... and pieces of his legs flung all over the damn place. I got up and ran, firing wildly behind me. I just kept running till I got to base. I found out the next day the man with the RPG, was protecting his wife and children. One of my stray shots managed to strike his child in the chest, killing her almost instantly. The new father, and local, had mistaken us for Iraqis. The winter of 1990.....

I'm sorry but I have to ask...this is from a book right?

I'm horrified of being wrong, and I think I usually am.

Unfortunately not... but I thank those of you who are concerned, it's been near 20 years now and you are the first that have heard what went on there. I'm glad to see that there are some people who still have there minds about them... unlike a few people.