Serious trigger warning
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My mother raped me, raped my brother, and tried to force me to rape him. Multiple times.
Idk if this is OK to say. But I’m sorry that happened to you. And you and your brother deserve to be happy
Please tell me she’s behind bars!?
What the fuck?!?
I need some eyebleach
My parents were/are abusive too, but like holy hell, SA is just a whole another level of crossing the line. Moral event horizon, absolutely zero redemption possible.
Sorry to hear that.
Damn, damn damn… are you both all good now?
That’s fucking awful.
Not that it helps a damn thing but you have my condolences for whatever that’s worth. Hope you’re doing alright.
Damn, that’s heavy. I genuinely hope you’re both in a better and happier situation right now.
@Mattr I was nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize.
A girl sexually assaulted me in middle school.
It is absolutely insane that people believe any woman about any sexual assault, but a man being sexually assaulted? That’s not a real thing!
To be clear, I’m not saying “believe women” is incorrect. I’m saying that disregarding any male focused SA while believing all female focused is a very troubling double standard in my eyes.
I went to a party at a friend’s house (I had never been to his house before, we were just friends from college) and a bunch of people are in his hot tub. It was dark out. I decided to get in, and assumed the deck his hot tub was sitting on continued on behind the hot tub. It did not, and there was a roughly 6 foot drop on the back side. I walk over to get in, step off the deck accidentally, do a complete front flip and land on my feet. They all yell “Are you ok?” and then I get back on the deck completely unscathed.
No one that wasn’t there ever believes this story.
That’s a crazy story. I whish you good fortune in the future too.
I almost ran over a moose with a ship
I know someone who did. The police did NOT believe them. But eventually they where convinced to show up at the road close to the lake, as they didn’t actually have a code for “hitting wild life with boat”.
@Hadriscus@jlai.lu you two might want to have a chat
Serves them right for riding that moose into the ocean strait in front of a 120m long wellboat
Maritime rules apply! I had right of way goddammit!!
This is tangentally related, if I ever meet a celeberty, and get the chance I would ask if they could take a photo of me, not with them in shot, but them taking the photo.
I just find it hillarious that I would have a random photo of me with a hidden history that could never be proven, and I believe that most celeberties would find it funny to do the reverse of what they normally have to do with fans.
Tbh, with AI and Deepfake these days, even a photo with them can’t be proven to be legit.
My closest brush with celebrity was being peripherally involved in the skating scene back in the day and in the same town as Bam Margera, when he was just starting to get famous. Bam is, was, and probably always will be 5’4" worth of complete flaming douchenozzle. It’s no surprise that everyone had a story about how that one time they almost kicked Bam Margera’s ass. Or actually did fight him. I imagine this would have gotten significantly more difficult over time as his entourage of groupies and sycophants grew ever larger. Eventually he stopped making local appearances altogether. I’m sure as he tells it that’s because he was now so famous that everyone else was clearly beneath him and he was now untouchable, but I imagine the real reason was much more pragmatic: it was probably only a matter of time before somebody finally put a hole in him, and he knew it.
So yeah. This one time at a skate park in the Philly suburbs, I came this close to beating Bam Margera’s ass. I would have won, too, if it stayed mano-a-mano. But it wouldn’t have, because he’s a little punk.
I think the closest I’ve ever been to a “celebrity” was this guy. He was doing a show out something near where I lived, and he came into the pizza restaurant where I worked.
The wait staff said there was a guy from Family Ties in the restaurant. I went out to see who they were talking about. Then I went back in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what they were excited by.
I could understand if it was someone big. If it was Michael J Fox I might have been impressed. I couldn’t imagine getting excited about Marc Price.
I’ve done this. The blank look on his face is a priceless memory for my kids and I.
Who was it?
i saw a boat almost hit a guy riding a moose
How was a boat riding a moose? Hue hue
Why are there no ghost stories in this thread… Im disappointed.
A few years ago I went out drinking with friends. We had a great time, and everything seemed completely normal. We eventually parted ways and I headed home, and somehow there was a creepy atmosphere in the air. I still don’t know what exactly it was. I looked through my apartment and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, so I basically fell on my bed and passed out.
When I woke up the next morning, I quickly noticed that a ghost must have shit in my pants.
Alright, I got one.
One night, I was sitting alone in the house playing video games in the middle of the night. There was nobody else in the house besides my cats, who usually spend the night lounging around. Well, out of nowhere, I hear the microwave go off, as if someone pressed three buttons and hit “start” in the same manner and rhythm that I usually do. I was in complete disbelief and walked out of my room. I could see the microwave working from where I was standing, so I walked up to it, goosebumps and all, and manually turned it off. This happened one other time on its own, and I have no idea what could’ve caused it.
I still shudder at the thought that it could’ve started a house fire without us knowing why or how.
I have one too that i cant explain.
I was at a friends house and we were watching tv, sitting completely still and being silent. Suddenly the lid of a metal cup (that was standing on a shelf above the TV) flied straight up, hit the ceiling with a loud bang, then came down again, and hit the floor in front of us. Naturally we were very spooked.
We were looking for some explanation but couldnt find any reason this would happen. It was alot of force coming from nowhere.
Made me open minded when it comes to these things.
Thermal expansion / contraction?
Best I can do is when I got off the train at 8:30 to arrive at work the 9:00. The walk from the train station to the office was 15 minutes, I arrived at 10:15. How the hell did that happen?
A clock was wrong. Or you’re bad at reading clocks? Or you’re asleep and this is all a dream?
Obviously, the only rational explanation is that you were abducted by aliens. They beamed you up, experimented on you, wiped your memory, and sent you back down. It’s the only rational explanation. Or maybe it was the devil. The literal devil. The guy with the horns and pitch fork. Again, the only rational explanation!
daylight savings?
Because ghosts don’t exist.
You sure about that?
Sure, but ghost stories are fun and it’s also fun trying to figure out what it could’ve really been.
Late in my high school career I got accosted by some dillweed in an empty hallway. I have no idea what his beef was, but what with my lifelong predilection for being an insufferable snarky asshole it’s not tough to imagine pretty much anybody could potentially have a bee in their bonnet over something I said to them at some point, once they had a couple of days to ruminate over it and maybe look up some of the longer words. And for all anyone knew I was just some scrawny nerd who did calligraphy and played stupid card games. Easy pickings.
Anyway, this punk comes stampeding up to me while popping off at the mouth over how he’s going to whoop my ass and I’m a bitch and this and that and the other thing. I figure I know what he’s going to do. He’s either going to do that braindead bully maneuver where he tries to crowd your personal space with his face 2" in front of yours while yelling and flapping his arms around behind and to the sides like a hysterial chicken, in which case I’m going to kick him smartly in the balls. That, or he’s going to try to tackle me.
He tries to tackle me.
Since I saw this coming from a mile away I cut him off by grabbing him by the throat with one hand, roughly the belt with the other, used his own momentum to hoist him up onto one shoulder, and I swear upon my oath that I did a Shinkuu Nage on this motherfucker right over my head and threw him flat on his back onto the tile floor.
Pose at the end and everything. I couldn’t resist. No one witnessed this except him and me. I wish I had it on video. And that was the end of that. Curiously, after this it seems he had suddenly run out of things to say. He elected not to get up. I left him there and walked away.
I did a lot of unwisely flamboyant kung-fu shit on people in my younger years, often to only middling success. But this was perfect, and I will probably never pull it off again so long as I live.
that was cinematix as hell
Trigger warning: violence nsfw
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When I was in college, I met a preppy cute and slightly nerdy man who told me he was a multi-millionaire and wanted to be with me. (I consider myself a gay nerd, so I don’t mean the term nerd offensively.) He ended up being a drug dealer who lied about a lot of things, including his supposed wealth. I didn’t suspect he could be a compulsive liar when I first met him since he was a fellow UC Berkeley student. After bad mouthing him to various people about his compulsive lies, he invited me to go to a rave and to use ecstasy. When we were back at my off-campus place, while I was peaking on ecstacy, he assaulted me, grabbing my erection with both hands and sort of crushing down as hard as possible on my shaft for about one to two seconds. I could barely talk at the time because I was peaking on ecstacy. It was an extremely fast and saddistic attack. I didn’t scream and was primarily confused and scared as he did it with the water from the shower falling down on us, so high I could barely think. When he let go, I got out of the shower really quickly and ran behind a fouton. After this, he got out of the shower and dressed. I asked him, “What was that?” which were the only words I could articulate while peaking on ecstacy and he replied “What was what?” as though he hadn’t been attacking me. He then said he had to go and left. My injuries did not seem horrific immediately after this, and I didn’t go to the police or ER immediately after, but they got much worse over time and I saw multiple urologists. I had vein damage and other damage in my shaft and haven’t had a boyfriend in the many many years since then, and had three prior to that. It’s difficult for me to climax during sex now and I have had panic attacks while hooking up with people since then, so with all the humiliation and depression and isolation, I have given up on romance and accepted being alone and unhappy and have tried to commit suicide once with a serious attempt. He wanted to work in tech and we both lived in the Bay Area and went to school at UC Berkeley, so if you work in tech, who knows, you may have met him. No one believes what he did to me, it feels like, and he always came across as polite, charming, and someone who could never hurt a fly. But sadly this is all true. When I met him, I felt like I had met Prince Charming. I sure was stupid.
I sometimes wonder if he had ever hurt or taken advantage of anyone else on ecstacy. I suspect he has not, and this was just a unique retaliation for my telling others he was compulsively lying.
I don’t get all the moose and ship references, but in my family we call this kind of thing a moose story.
Back when my uncle was like 7, in fairbanks alaska, he came home from school and said he saw a moose. That’s nice, everyone agreed. And he walked right up to it. Oh did you? And punched it right in the nose. No, you didn’t though, did you?
60+ years later he still maintains that happened.
As in, unchallenged? he punched it for fun? that’s incredibly brave
Yep, or so the story goes. There was some dispute as to whether he could physically reach a moose’s nose to punch it. And even more dispute as to whether he actually did.
In moose culture that’s considered a dick move.
When I was around 6-7 years old (I am now 68) I was given money to get something at the store by my parents. All I remember is I no longer had the money when I got home . I did not spend the money. Have no idea what happened. Was razzed about it for years. They said I spent it on candy.
6-7 years old
🤭
Dammit.
Back in my day we had to make do with only shfifty five!
Must’ve been the wind
Had a similar thing happen to me, but I believe my dumb ass just lost it
Of all my stories about the many stupid things I’ve done, somehow the only one that gets reliably met with skepticism is the time I was very nearly killed by the worlds largest giraffe puppet. It’s bizarre, you’d think it would be the bowling ball cannon blowing up or the forklift jousting incident or further BS like that, but nope. Giant puppet death, that’s unbelievable.
I saved someone’s life in the back woods while backpacking.
We tried to cross a water crossing we should NOT have tried to cross, whitewater and way too fast. A few folks came down the other side of the trail and we eventually rigged our bear ropes into a hand hold across the river, maybe 40’ wide. Took about 10min to cross and I almost got swept away. First one from their group to cross got stuck, lost her footing, and was holding onto the rope with like 3 fingers. I rushed out and grabbed her pack. Not sure how I got back there so quick but hauld her back up and helped the rest cross. When I got back to the other side my legs were cut TF up from the rocks.
I dont cross white water now.
Went to an orgy and didn’t have sex with anyone, on purpose. I did, however, play naked baby oil handcuff twister. Which was hilarious and painful.
Naked baby oil handcuff twister actually sounds really super fun
The internet never fails to make me feel vanilla AF.
I always like to play “Whorer Hoedown” on Halloween.
it’s a game where I watch the adults walking down my street on Halloween and see if I can guess which ones are going to the swinger orgies before they get there.
I’m pretty good tbh.
Statistically… there’s always going to be someone invited to orgies
Mathematically… there has to be more than 2 or 3 people invited to orgies
I went to a sex party in a mansion once.
Nothing I’ve done before or since could ever possibly equal that. If I died tomorrow it would be a life well lived.
I don’t see how that’s hard to believe.
