The Secrets Thread

[Tunesmith]

In this thread, we share our secrets.

Feel free to be as open or reserved as you want.

[Tunesmith]

When I'm feeling depressed, I like to go here to browse other people's confessions so I can realize how much worse things can be.

[auntie aubrey]

i wrote the original "i love lucy" vitameatavegamin script. of course, the original verison never aired due to what the studio referred to as "excessive profanity."

[Tunesmith]

When I was walking in town today, I passed a group of teenagers. With my coffee in hand and cell phone pressed against my ear, I paid them no attention.

Just as the group and I passed each other, I lifted my head up to scan through them, checking for any familiar faces. I saw no one, so I continued walking, but just as I turned away, I caught a glimpse of someone I knew.

I had forgotten her name entirely (Susannah came to mind, but I knew it wasn't right), and it had been many years since I'd seen her. Her face brought up memories, a flash of familiarity amidst the group. I remembered the wrestling match we had in her living room, sitting in her room reading Tintin (with her translating the French), and climbing trees in her backyard.

She was beautiful.

We glanced at each other for the brief moment that we had before she was pulled by the group's cohesion in the opposite direction. We both acknowledged that we knew each other from long ago, but that the time had passed and now we were nothing but faces in the crowd to each other.

I think I fell in love for the tiny, tiny part of a second before I realized who she was and what we had shared.

And then it was gone.

And all I had was an empty look on my face as I turned around to watch them go, a soy latte, and my phone.

I wish things like that would happen more often...

[trisherina]

I talk to things in the garden as I tend them, using the dialect I think each might like.

[craig johnston]

psst, i don't think the roses are diggin the bavarian trish!

if i tell it it won't be a secret anymore

[brightpearl]

My secret is that I know more secrets than I have.

[Jack Flanders]

Originally Posted by trisherina

I talk to things in the garden as I tend them, using the dialect I think each might like.

Hmmm. Do you have poison-ivy? How would you do that dialect?? I have a few ideas!

[l'azizza]

I have attended and participated in BDSM "play" parties. I'm considered a "dominant" but I find the title very silly. I'm not a sadist. At its best BDSM is an interesting diversion which allows for some degree of self exploration. At its worst its a means for the cruel and repressed to build a persona on the rickety foundation of a fetish. In my mind it's a means of orchestrating sensation for a willing partner, leading them (and yourself) on an erotic journey. As I reflect I believe its now a limiting exploration and I feel it's something I've outgrown.

[Marcus Bales]

Sympathy for Sharon Stone

I was cruising the internet the other day
looking for I don’t remember what
in relation to something else I don’t recall
when I found Joe Eszterhas’s blog.

He says:“I’m jealous
that Bill Goldman has won
two Oscars and I’ve won none.
But I bet Bill Goldman is jealous
that I’ve bedded Sharon Stone.”

Bedded – as if it’s just a matter of
patience and cunning:
lie in wait until a woman, however famous,
walks by a bed and wham! bam!
instant trophy.

Who’d have ever thought it before, but
poor Sharon Stone.
One night of drunken indiscretion
and she’s in everything that this guy writes,
even his blog.
Quite apart from my suspicion
he’d sell his wife at truckstops
to get an Oscar, that
is why you never sleep with writers –
because they’ll write about it.
Oh, you may not be Sharon Stone,
And the writer may not be, um, whatsisname,
but sooner or later
they’ll write about it.

Except for me.
Sleep with me.
I won’t tell.
I promise.