Life Experiences

What’s It Like To Serve Time In Solitary Confinement

January 23, 2018 | 4 Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

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Prisoners call it The Box. Prison authorities have euphemistically dubbed it the Special Housing Unit, or SHU (pronounced “shoe”) for short. In society it is known as solitary confinement. It is 23-hour a day lockdown in a cell smaller than some closets I’ve seen, with one hour allotted to “recreation” consisting of placement in a concrete enclosed yard by oneself or, in some prisons, a cage made of steel bars. There is nothing in a SHU yard but air: no TV, no balls to bounce, no games to play, no other inmates, nothing. There is very little allowed in a SHU cell, also. Three sets of plain white underwear, one pair of green pants, one green short-sleeved button-up shirt, one green sweatshirt, ten books or magazines total, twenty pictures of the people you love, writing supplies, a bar of soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, one deodorant stick but no shampoo, and that’s about it. No clothes of your own, only prison-made. No food from commissary or packages, only three unappetizing meals a day handed to you through a narrow slot in your cell door. No phone calls, no TV, no luxury items at all. You get a set of cheap headphones to use, and you can pick between the two or three (depending on which prison you’re in) jacks in the cell wall to plug into. You can listen to a TV station in one jack, and use your imagination while trying to figure out what is going on when the music indicates drama but the dialogue doesn’t suffice to tell you anything. Or you can listen to some music, but you’re out of luck if you’re a rock-n-roll fan and find only rap is playing.



Confessions Of An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet Owner

January 10, 2018 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

What is the largest amount of food you have seen/heard about someone eating at one sitting?

Personally I had seen one man pile 9 plates of Chinese food (mostly cheap noodles and chicken). When they eat by themselves, I think they eat a lot more. When they are with friends, the social pressure keeps them from gorging too much. My waiters had said a larger number, but they might be overestimating. No one can really eat more than 2 pounds.

If people constantly get multiple plates of the most expensive foods, do you lose money?

Fortunately that does not happen often, but when it does, we lost at most the price of the buffet. They will not cover the cost of labor, rent, and utilities, but I’m pretty sure no one will pack several pounds of heavy-protein food, so it’s less than the buffet price. They also bring their friends along, so if there is one glutton in the group, they convince the rest of them to go to our place, while we make money on the glutton’s friends.


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Confessions Of A Man Who Lived Through Stalin’s Communist Dictatorship

January 8, 2018 | 12 Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences, TRUTH |

How did Russians generally feel about Stalin during the time? Was support mostly fear based, or did propaganda play a bigger role?

He was supported by fear because any indication of disagreement with his line would lead to exile in the best case and to execution in the worst.

I’ve always wondered how omnipresent the state surveillance apparatus was. Was there such a thing as a normal daily life or could you feel the state breathing down your neck at all times? Could you afford to be more relaxed outside of urban centres or was it just impossible to avoid?

It was impossible to avoid, but people tried to ignore it because any appearance of fear would only increase their suspicion. This doesn’t mean that every single person was followed, but the possibility of it was enough to terrorize the population. It was more intense in towns and cities than in villages.



Confessions Of An Auschwitz Guard

January 3, 2018 | 1 Comment » | Topics: Life Experiences, main |

 Jakob manned the watchtowers of Auschwitz. He believes that even though he was a cog in the Nazi machine that committed some of history’s worst crimes, he is not a criminal.

When did you first hear about the gas chambers?

When you see that so many trains are coming, people arriving, then nobody can say anything. Everyone knew about it.

Were you ever inside a gas chamber?

Just once. It was with a surveyor team. I was charged with guarding them. That was in 1943 or 1944.

How big was the chamber?

Maybe as big as my entire house, which is 90 square meters (970 square feet). I mean, when one of the trains arrived, with 200 or 300 people, then they, if there were too many, had to wait outside.


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Confessions Of A Man Who Wants His Leg Amputated

December 28, 2017 | 2 Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

Tell me a little bit about yourself

I’m retired, but I was a self-employed construction worker my whole life. I’m married to my second wife and we have a large blended family, including two grandchildren who live with us. I’m a big guy: about six-foot-three, fairly muscular, and I’ve always been very strong. My biggest problem is a complete secret: I have an unexplainable desire to do something that most people would dread. I want to have my left leg amputated, just above the knee. I strongly feel that my left leg just shouldn’t be on my body. I’ve thought about it obsessively every single day of my life.

Literally your whole life?

It’s always been there but it got much worse when I was going through a divorce in my late twenties. I met my first wife when I was a teenager and we had a child before I turned 19.



Confessions Of A Financial Dominatrix

December 27, 2017 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

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Goddess Nia is a 23-year old college graduate and a full-time financial dominatrix: Submissive men obey her by sending the money she demands and purchasing gifts. She expects to earn $60,000 this year, plus presents like Burberry trench coats and a new iPad. Her “pay pigs” include a celebrity chef and a powerful CEO. This is her story.

One night, surfing Tumblr, I came across a dominatrix’s blog. I found myself really attracted to what I was reading. I thought, What would it be like to walk into a party and answer that dreaded, anxiety-filled question, “What do you do?” with the response, “I’m a professional dominatrix.”


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What Is It Like To Have A Large Penis

December 21, 2017 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences |

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I’ve got a big penis. This is my tale of woe.

I lost my virginity to my high school girlfriend, Claire. She had amazing skin and wild blonde hair. She also had a friend, Anna, who had a problem with us dating and made it her mission to harass me. I don’t remember how sex felt that first time, whether I came, or how long it lasted. I do remember being made fun of for the size of my penis a few days later.

Only a teenage girl could turn that revelation into a source of shame and embarrassment. Anna sauntered up to my lunch table where I sat, witless and surrounded by friends. “So, Charlie,” Anna announced to the table, “Claire was just telling us you’ve got a big cock!”

Our culture is built on the notion that bigger is better, and (depending on who your analyst is) the male reproductive organ is the root of it all. There are very few negative stereotypes associated with a sizable schlong. A large cock confers unflappable confidence in life. Sexual prowess is no problem for the well-endowed man; just a glimpse of his tumescence will send women everywhere into orgasmic fits.


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What Is It Like To Have A Micro-Penis

December 21, 2017 | 1 Comment » | Topics: Life Experiences |


How big is your penis?

It varies a lot, but I will give you my latest findings from the tape measure department: Max length is 2 inches soft, and 3 inches hard. The circumference — 3.3 inches soft, 4.0 inches hard 

When did you realize you were smaller than average?

It built up over time. When I was 9 years old, my parents split up and my dad would send me to stay with friends and relatives during the summer. And I was quite a screwed-up kid and I was a compulsive bed wetter, so I would wake up in the morning and my bed was soaking, all the sheets and everything. On one occasion, my friend’s mother got really angry and told me I must not do this anymore and I had to take off my wet pajamas in the kitchen in front of everyone and that’s something I remember vividly. It was quite a horrible time and it happened once again when we went to stay in a hotel in the west of England.


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