I confess...I...once lived... in Annandale, Virginia, wore my high school class ring, and often wore plaid flannel shirts tucked into my jeans.

I now realize I was living an alternative lifestyle, trying to butch it up, open beer bottles with my teeth, and I used to move via U-haul (tho Dbud helped once!)... yes my friends,

I was an out, yet shameful...

LESBIAN.

I ask for forgiveness.

Gayness is in my genes (6/6)....at a very early age when i was not even aware of being a gay or my sexuality...i was attracted towards my father....Daddy please forgive me...

I confess...for many years I did...drag...and had a personal shopper at Macy's who would call when a new shipment of beaded and bedazzled gown came in and said PS would allow me to try on said gowns in the dressing room.

I'm from Rochester. I confess, I'm still there. Does that beat all?

Father, I have sinned. I once backed my father's shiny new red corvette into a parked vehicle when I was 12 years old. I cleaned up the scratch marks on the parked vehicle, but there was no hope for the corvette. It's sleek skin had been fatally punctured. I was so petrified of my father beating the shit out of me, that I never told him. He falsely believed someone ran into the vehicle at a local Christmas Parade it had just been in. That hurt my dad's relationship with his best friend who had just borrowed it for the local redneck Christmas Parade. To this day, I am worried if my father ever found out, he'll try to deduct that from my paycheck. Father, please forgive me for wrecking my dad's car and letting him believe his best friend did it. Please forgive me for it ruining their friendship. Please have mercy on my soul for being a little shithead at 12 years old.

I confess that as a young, inexperienced, closeted queerling, still in junior high in a small, closed-minded, backwards Southern town, I thought I could fashion a usable dildo from modeling clay. The results were not ... pleasant. Forgive me ...

Father TJ, I have sinned. I seduced my cousin when I was 12 (he was 11) into playing 'touching games'. We then progressed to 'sucking games'. We kept it up until the age of 18/17 when for the grand finale I fucked him in his father's Cutlass using coppertone for lube.

I'm so ashamed... and yet slightly aroused at the memory.

And now even more ashamed.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Until I was out of high school and was able to think for myself and make my own decisions, I was a republican (because that's what I was told I should be). I know, it's so shameful. A lifetime of "Hail Marys" will not get me out of this one. But if it's any consolation, I am now a die-hard liberal, flaming Democrat and a card-carrying member of the ACLU and a proud supporter of the Human Rights Campaign. I'm a gay bear cub, but then I always was. Please have mercy on me for being a republican when I didn't know better.

We didn't have RELIGION in our house, but I have learned from you people, so here goes:

I confess that I have lusted in my heart for men, and have rarely regretted it. Especially not the guy at the gym yesterday in the Key West tank, glistening in sweat, and looking my way in curiosity and concern. Amen.

i seduced three straight boys in my pre-teen youth. One, i think, digs the cock full time, one is seriously fucked up by it, and the third doesn't care. i honestly didn't know you shouldn't mess with straights i thought it was normal??
also i play acted he-man and let my neighbor tie me up and let skeletor have his dirty way with me.

I confess that I too think you are sexy Durbie boy... Don't tell Patsy.

I confess, I tend to read the blogs of hot men.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. In my fifth year of marriage, I made out with someone not my husband. I know, I know -- in some circles that would hardly be considered a sin, yet alone any kind of big deal, but in my world, it could be grounds for divorce. And I don't want to be divorced. So needless to say, I'm only confessing here because I know the Mr. will never see it. Does it still count? What if I'm not really sorry - other than sorry the guy wasn't a better kisser? Does it still count now? Or does that just make me a bitch? ;)

I used to sing two morning services in my Dad's Episcopal church choir, then go sing in the Baptist Youth Choir on Sunday night with all of my friends. I got a totally confused outlook on 'spiritual' life from all of this. Now I'm basically a pagan druid who runs naked in the woods and hugs trees and kisses rocks. Works for me. I'm still waaay uncool.

I confess that I occassionally read Ashton Cruz Zoo blog, and by occassionally I mean very often.

Father TJ, I have sinned. I didn't like the standard iChat/AIM icon that you selected for yourself, so I snipped the cute B&W picture in your header/banner and set that as the default show up as your standard icon in my buddy list. Much hotter. -andrew

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

Many years ago, my best friend and I camped out as we did most of the time during the summers. He was 18 and I was 19. We'd been drinking and skinny dipping in the lake. Well, he asked me to suck his dick. I'm so ashamed. I can't believe I'm admitting this to anyone, but . . . I didn't. I just couldn't do it . . . and I wanted to so bad.

There are few things in my life that I regret and that one really stands out. He was so HOT, too.

Soon after that night, he joined the army and moved away. I've only seen him once in the past 25 years. How I wish I could go back just once and give him that blow job.

My sin is that my prayers for a Spice Girls reunion have apparently have come true.
You can blame me.
My bad.

I used to roll out my older brothers' Yamaha and Honda motorcycles out of the driveway at 3am out of earshot, start the motors and race up and down Long Coulee Road going 90mph without a helmet at age 14. I fortunately never wiped out, but I got it out of my system at a young age. Now I feel no need to own a motorcycle.

I confess. I love me some TJ. I want to meet him and his BF. There I said it. I feel better now.

Father,

Lately, I have been having dreams of shaving TJ and making him over into a FAB-U-LOUS (say it as three words now) drag queen. I'm so ashamed (... that I didn't think of it sooner) and I can't get these dirty dirty dirty thoughts out of my mind.

Please Father, I'm on my knees ... what should I do?

XXX

Veronica

I must confess that my loneliness
Is killing me now
Don't you know I still believe
That you will be here
And give me a sign
Hit me baby one more time

I confess that I Photoshop pics of hot mens together with my family Christmas pictures. And tell people that's my hot boyfriend who went home for the Holidays, and he just happened to have his shirt off at the dinner table.

Aw, shit, I confess that fucker Huntington just got that song stuck in my head.

My confession:
I have never really used a fleshlight.
But when I was a teenager I did try a ziplock bag, hand lotion and a couple of sofa cushions. It sort of worked, but I got a bad plastic cut.

Last night I watched Paris Hilton on "Larry King". As I input this I am watching Paula Abdul. I feel so stupid. Or smart.

I had a waterbed for many years. I only got rid of it when we bought our current house and the inspector told us he didn't trust the floors to support it. I was crushed.

We had it in the last house we rented though. You could see cracks in the ceiling directly below the bedroom. Shortly after we moved out that ceiling collapsed.

What is this word "SIN"?

Forgive me Father....

When I was 12 I used to lust after a friend of my Dad. In fact I used to lust after all his friends, but let's pretend there was only the one.

One day he came round when my Mum and Dad were out and tried to force himself on me... and I said NO! Oh, the humanity. When he left I masturbated furiously on what could have happened, and then many, many times after that, the stupid boy that I was.

Why didn't I say Yes??? I'm feeling totally unused and it pains me...

Oh boy. Where do I start with this one? Which sin should I confess first? I have comitted so many of them...

Let's start with a relatively tame one:

Even before I read your previous post, I really really wanted a Fleshlight. And now I want one even more. In fact, I think I'll go order one right now. Anyone want to help me break it in?

I confess that I have a hidden bookmark folder full of links to many NSFW blogs. They provide me with hours of solitary enjoyment during which I should be doing something productive.

SIN stands for "suck it NOW!" Oh yes, I have SINNED!

Hey! Baptist boy. Sorry, but these confessions are not valid. They need to be done all over again in the presence of a Catholic priest. We are the only ones who can actually grant absolution. Truth to tell, even though I have never been suspended, I could hear your confession and grant absolution only if you were in danger of death (because of jurisdictional regulations). Those are the rules, and that is that. And to answer the common follow-up question: No. I will never disclose the many confessions I did hear during my years of activie ministry. I will however, if pressed in person late at night at a bar, disclose the names of celebrity bloggers whose pics are secretly photoshopped.

The fact that Father Tony is holding back bushels of juicy confessions is endlessly upsetting to me.

I confess that from the age of 4 to 14 I was molested and loved it.