There is no absolution here. You are not forgiven because there is nothing to forgive.
There is no judgment here. What you did or didn't do is not on trial.
There is only witnessing. Someone will read this. That's all it needs.
Anonymous by default. You may sign your name if you choose.
"I have spent fifteen years pretending I don't want what I want. Last week I finally said it out loud, to no one, in my car. It felt like the first honest thing I'd done in a decade."
"I am very good at sex and I have never once told anyone what I actually like. I don't know why I'm confessing this here. I think I needed to say it somewhere."
"The person I want is unavailable in every sense of the word. I've been wanting them for four years. I'm not sure I want to stop. I'm not sure stopping is the point."
"I faked it for seven years. Not because I didn't feel anything — because I felt too much and didn't know how to say it. I've been trying to unlearn that ever since."
"I am ashamed of nothing I've done. I am ashamed of everything I haven't done. That feels important to say."
"I want to be wanted the way I want things. Completely. Without apology. Without the performance of restraint. I have never met anyone who wanted me that way. I'm starting to think I need to become that person for myself first."