Absolutely! I feel validated.
Many thanks 
C, I was sleeping with your boyfriend A after you moved. It started out as a fuckbuddy type of thing, but then it turned into something more (yelling out I LOVE YOU! during climax is usually a clue). I’m sorry I betrayed you, but I don’t regret it.
Yes, Mom, I slept with him. Yes, it is true what they say about black men.
She’s bi. No, wait, she’s a lesbian. She’s always been a lesbian, didn’t I know? No, wait, she’s secretly engaged to a guy. Her mother’s a lesbian. That’s why her parents are getting a divorce. Her parents have gotten back together…why I cut this girl out of my life becomes rapidly apparent.
M, S was cheating on you that whole first semester of freshman year. A lot.
John got drunk at the seminar and pee’d on the postdoc that night.
As a teenager, I spent the night with a (straight) friend at the same time time that another (closeted) friend was doing so. We all spent the night in Straight friends room… me in one single bed, straight in another, and closeted on the floor. When spending the night, we always talked for a long time after we turned out the lights. One this occaion, foreplay began during the conversations, and culminated in his bathroom once straight friend (and everyone else in the house) was asleep. Straight friend never knew- he was absoluetly floored when closeted friend finally came out. WOW that was hot at the time.
That’s okay, they’re used to it.
That wasn’t “expired Gatorade” that made you feel sick. That was the clam juice we poured in the bottle when you weren’t looking.
She had sex with her cousin. She was 13.
I was pulled over, two weeks after I got my license and the first time I drove farther than the local neighborhood by myself. The officer didn’t ticket me, so I never needed to tell you.
She has HPV.
Remember that contest I won in elementary school, the one where I read for more hours than everyone else? I lied about the hours. I exaggerated them, because I wanted to be the “best” so bad.
You know all those times you walked in our room, and he and I were asleep on the bed? We weren’t asleep… we just stopped moving.
I think he’s cheating on you, but I can’t be sure, so what am I supposed to do?
I was pissed off at you when I found out you had plans to meet another woman on the weekend you said you were going to visit your buddies. I was really really pissed off at you when you went away for the weekend even after I confronted you about it. So that weekend I looked up an old boyfriend and we did the same thing you did.
You told me you didn’t do anything. 
This was in 1999.
I really think we need to set a rule for this thread. If you are going to talk about same sex encounters, please tell us the genders involved. Little favour to me, k?
“Yes, Mr. Neighbor, we did in fact blow up all those bananas in your front yard in the middle of the night.”
-About 10 years ago, when I was in middle school. Although he probably figured it out anyway, because I am terrible at lying. It was awesome. My friends and I spent all night setting up these “banana bombs.” The person with the nicest yard is always the prime target. I think just about everyone that would care knows about it, except him (unless he has figured it out). We still laugh about it today.
I thought I had done that with use of “He” but I see there is only one in my post. Me, Straight friend, and Closeted friend are all male. Also, straight friend knew I was gay, but did not know about closeted friend. It was acually very disfunctional, CF would go to great lenghts to hide his sexuality- even to the point of making homophobic jokes around me a SF- that made SF uncomfortable. I was a very codepenent teenager. Still, that night was hot 
***feel free to change the genders in your imagination if it makes if more entertaining to you
I do know where the scratch on my new (used) truck came from that first day I drove to HS. I was supposed to go to check in at my jobsite for the ROP class, and my classmates asked me to get donuts on the way back to campus. I bumped the little cement thing that separated the drive-thru from the parking lot, with my passenger door.
- 4 years ago
I stole $20 from my mom to buy beer when I was 15. 
I’m sorry mom. I still feel bad about it 13 years later. Someday I might tell you but most likely not.
Justin, you fucktard, it was me who stole your expensive watch, and then smashed it , that day when I went to your new apartment to get $20 out of the $150 you owed me from last months rent from when we were roomates because I knew you would never fully pay me back and you never gave me more than that initial $20.
Thanks :).
You see what I was doing was it was me being the SF, and there were these 2 girls who were crashing at my place and…
never mind 
25 years ago, our parents had forbidden my brothers & me from watching “the Shining” on HBO. Then one night, they went out for the evening when they definitely knew that “the Shining” would be airing that night.
My mother tried to install a sense of moral guilt in us beforehand: “Your father & I will not know if you watch “the Shining” on tv tonight. But YOU will know! And YOU will KNOW that you have disobeyed us.”
We watched “the Shining.”
E (girl from the dorms I had the hots for) and M (her best friend): Remember that time we went to the supermarket to buy alcohol, got stuck in the aisle behind a blue-haired old lady who ambushed us with a horrendously foul silent-but-deadly fart? Actually, I did that, and I let granny take the blame.
Oh yeah, one I forgot…
Mom, y’know when I had an accident about 18-20 years ago, losing control of the car, sliding on the ice and wrapping the front fender of your van around a tree? Yes, I had been drinking.
But not nearly as much as numerous nights when I borrowed your car and manage to drive it home w/o a scratch!
Tim knew that Andrew liked Michelle, but Tim liked her too. So T told A that M liked him (which wasn’t true), thereby deliberately setting up a train wreck relationship, which then ensured that T was free to pursue M without interference from A. If T had not done that, A’s heart would not have got broken. That’s why I still think T is a jerk even if nobody else does.
My high school friends all went partying up north and got arrested for doing something mindbendingly stupid and then leaving tracks in the snow that led back to where they were staying. They were all grownups with real jobs when it happened.
Oh, and also - my dad’s gay. Nobody knows IRL outside of my immediate family and probably some of his friends. I’m cool with it and I expect my friends would be too, but I feel it’s not my secret to share.
I had an appointment with a professor 10 years ago. The office was dark, but the door was cracked. I stuck my head in to see if he was around and was stunned to see him half undressed on his office couch, making out with one of my fellow grad students. Neither of them saw me. I quietly bowed out, with no one the wiser to this day.
Scumbag was married, with a couple of small kids, and the grad student was engaged at the time.