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I Michael Karacson confess to being a Gay Sissy Crossdresser feminized, and having gay sex with men

I Michael Karacson confess to being a Gay Sissy Crossdresser feminized, and having gay sex with men

Church, atheism, bisexual, and sociopathy. I’m an Atheist. I’m bisexual. I work in a church. An no one knows the first two. I began working at the church years ago. It’s been more than a job; it’s been a goal. I wanted to see the church be what was best about it while becoming something more; a community center for the sake of community rather than just self serving religious fervor. In that time I’ve been successful as it’s become central for the whole city community as a beacon of openness and real, authentic, caring without the disgusting tinge of “we’ll be nice to you because we think it might get you to join us”. During that time though I changed. I slowly stopped believing in God as I ceased being able to reconcile the idea of a christian god with everything I’ve come to know of the world, and even on a logical basis I’ve found the most amorphous understandings of a christian god inconsistent and lacking. At the same time I’ve come to realize that I was ignoring my attraction to men; writing it off in numerous ways. Mostly because my attraction to women has never changed. So I’ve come to accept that I’m bisexual. Neither of these characteristics have been made known in my work, social, or family environment. I’ve kept them hidden not because I’m afraid of reaction, but more just not wanting to deal with the reaction. I’m not the pastor (though I’ll refrain from what position) so I don’t have to deal with theological matters directly, but still, pronouncing your an atheist needless to say would make my work more difficult. Letting out I’m bisexual is less an issue really. I don’t think there’s anyone that would cause me problems over it, whose opinion I care about at least. Yet I know an have seen what people think of bisexuals because, really, that’s what culture has taught them an I’m just disinterested in dealing with all the questions and commentary. So while the church became more open, I became less open. Hiding a good portion of myself from everyone. I think it might be doing something to me on a subconscious level though. You see I used to be very empathetic with everyone. Able to almost feel another persons pain when they were sad or troubled. In the last few years though I’ve felt myself become more jaded to others. It’s to the point now that when someone next to me is sad or mourning I have to almost restrain myself from sighing out loud. There’s even been times where I’ll analyze the situation and give a blunt answer to it without even realizing it would make the other person angry (not everyone wants honesty in such situations). An then it takes a moment for me to even understand why they would be angry. I used to be more intuitive to another persons emotions. An it has not escaped my notice that this turn from empathy to traits of a sociopath has corresponded in timing to my revelations of Atheism and bisexuality and the increased hiding thereof. Could it be that hiding so much of myself from everyone has caused me to shut down parts of my personality, namely empathy, towards others to better protect my “secrets”? I would be curious what others’ take would be on this?

Church, atheism, bisexual, and sociopathy. I’m an Atheist. I’m bisexual. I work in a church. An no o...

Gym Guy I cheated on my husband our senior year of college when we were dating. It was a one time deal with a stranger who I have never seen again. I do not know what came over me that day but I must confess to get it off my chest. It was a Saturday in the spring and my husband was visiting his parents. I was at the dorms for the weekend to study for finals. I decided to take a break and head down to the gym for a run. I was wearing a sports bra and tiny red shorts that showed off my ass nicely. My husband always liked when I wore them and I always caught other guys staring at me too. I went to a small college that usually emptied out on the weekend so I was surprised when I went to the gym to see a guy in there lifting weights. I had never seen him before but he was really buff and cute. I got on the treadmill to run my 3 miles and every now and then I would look up in the mirror and catch the guy checking my ass out. Nothing unusual because most guys did. The workout was uneventful but when I got off the treadmill to leave the guy came up to me and very boldly stated that he wanted to f*** me. He did not say hi or introduce himself, just that he wanted to f*** me. I was really surprised but also really turned on that someone would be so brazen and want me so bad to say this. Soooo... I gave him my dorm building and room number and told him to be there in 30 minutes and to walk in as the door would be unlocked. I was so h**** and was not thinking straight, but I knew that I wanted this guy to f*** me. He seemed like the type who would give it to me good. I went back and took a shower and then waited for him butt naked on my bed. When he came in I got on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up in the air and told him to take my p****. I did not want any foreplay, I just needed to be f*****. He obliged my request and pulled down his shorts. I then felt his ample c*** penetrate my p**** and screamed out in relief to have his d*** in me. All I can say is he f***** me like a stallion. He was very aggressive (pulling my hair, slapping my ass, and fish hooking me). I loved it and orgasmed 5 or 6 times for the hour he was there. We f***** doggystyle first and then he picked me up by my ass and f***** me against the bedroom door which I thought was going to break. Then we finished with him f****** me missionary and when he was ready to c** I let him c** in my mouth which I have never done for my husband. I am sure the entire campus heard us f****** or shall I say heard me moaning and screaming and c****** like a w****, but I did not care. It was such a hot, random, out of body experience that I almost think I dreamt it up. After he came in my mouth, he put on his clothes and left. He never said a word to me and I have not seen him since. It was definitely the best s** of my life!!!

Gym Guy I cheated on my husband our senior year of college when we were dating. It was a one time de...