greenmangostudio

So about 20 minutes ago I (18m) had to clean myself up for an event I'm going to later. However, as I was showering I noticed my sack had a rash, and when I dried off I looked in the cabinet for a pain reliever. I found the BioFreeze spray and saw it said "relieves pain", so I spray it on. What happened next was the worst pain I've ever felt. It was as if someone had just put a blowtorch to my crotch, it was THAT bad! For the next few minutes I'm seething in pain but not trying to make a sound so my Mom won't hear me. Now, reflecting back on it, I absolutely should have made a noise or alerted her about it, but I didn't want to receive some lecture on poor decisions. Nor did I wish for my Mother to see me nude. So I grab a washcloth and stick it in my mouth to stop me from screaming. I try using hot and cold water on the washcloth, nothing. It only intensifies. So I frantically look up what to do if BioFreeze is causing a burning sensation, and I see ...

Original post. Recap: I was a PK (pastor's kid). Dad made me believe that sex outside of marriage was a sin. Spent 3 decades of my life avoiding sex and staying a virgin. At 30 years old, I discovered that my dad was apparently having sex outside of his marriage for years, prompting my mom to kick him out of the house. Needless to say, I hated my dad for being a hypocrite and making me waste years of my life on celibacy. Update / Fuck up: Since I avoided what most people experienced in their teens and twenties, I was feeling compelled to catch up on what I regarded as missed opportunities. I fucked the first girl who paid attention to me at a bar, but I struggled to climax because deep down I could feel my father judging me, even though he was never in a position to judge anyone. I was unable to orgasm with several other partners for the same reason. I did cum eventually when I got wasted one night and decided to have sex on the front steps of my fat...

TIFU by letting my wife’s doctor’s ego override basic science, and it almost cost us everything My wife is pregnant. I’m the kind of man who reads the fine print, so I memorized the WHO guidelines about iron, folic acid, calcium, and vitamin D. The four damn essentials. WHO says it plain: if ferritin drops below 60, the daily 27 mg isn’t enough. By late June, my wife’s ferritin was 13.8. I bought bisglycinate iron, and she took it regularly and patiently. At the first visit, she asked her gynecologist if she needed more. The doctor flared up: “Do you think I don’t see these numbers? Do you think I would ever risk you or your baby?” My wife tried to calm her. “No, doctor. I just want to be sure.” The doctor looked her dead in the eye and said, “Then take nothing but your multivitamin. No iron. No calcium.” And this is where I failed. I knew it was wrong. I knew pride was running the show—or maybe the problem was baked into the country’s protocols. But my wife wanted to trust the...

My (32F) husband (31M) were talking about friends of ours who opened their relationship with a written contract (max 5 people, no friends or family, full honesty, etc). He told me the girl had no choice: either accept or he’d leave. But apparently she was okay with it in the end because he convinced her and she agreed. Whatever works for them, their relationship, their rules, why not. I told my husband, “If I had to open my relationship, I’d need to be paid for it". I explained that for me, something like this would only make sense if both sides benefit. I have zero interest in sleeping with strangers, so for me the benefit would have to be money to make up for the effort. I added that the price would have to be high, so it actually feels like a burden. He looked skeptical, I just said it’s a win-win, everyone gets what they want/need, that kind of deal must be fair for both parties. He asked me how much and I laughed and said 500$, plus 100$ more per partner, reset every year....

Obligatory: it wasn't actually me, it was my mother. And it wasn't today, it was several years ago. But I digress. I was reminded of this by a post in r/foundpaper of a note from a mother to her children to "throw her ashes anywhere" When we were growing up, my dad always swore to his parents that when they died he would put them in a Hefty bag and toss them on the freeway. This was a family joke, because my dad loved his parents dearly and they loved him. My grandmother passed away first from complications due to a lifetime of smoking, and within two years, my grandfather followed from heartbreak. They had been married over 50 years. My father was devastated, and it took a lot of time for him to process that his parents were gone. He grieved heavily, we all struggled with it. Finally after several years, he was ready to say goodbye to both his parents. My mother had got them some very nice matching mahogany boxes for their ashes to be kept in while they were at...

Obligatory: this wasn’t really today, but actually more than a decade ago. I remember my sister had just gotten her driver’s license, so I was 14. It was during summer break. My dad was probably working, my sister drove my mom to the mall, and I was home trying to have a lazy day playing PlayStation. We live in an apartment building with the mailboxes indoors on the first floor. When the doorbell rang, I assumed it was just someone delivering free newspaper ads. Everyone in my family has a key anyway, so I ignored it. Ding dong again. Okay, maybe my mom and sister bought a lot of stuff and need help carrying groceries. Out of habit, I check through the peephole first—and it’s two guys in suits. Now I start thinking it might be important. I open the door. One of them starts rambling something like, “Someone who was a great person and very important to all of us has died.” I’m confused—maybe someone in my extended family actually died—get handed a flyer, and they leave. I look at t...