The confession in the first post was a huge drunk mistake.

I woke up the next day thinking "you posted a confession to a site which told you it wasn't secure. Haters have your IP address."

But there's this: if someone confesses to their urge to kill Albanese, everyone just laughs. We know they're not going to get a gun, go to some public event, and take a shot at the PM.

If people just looked after their own kids, they would have zero to fear from people like me. I'm not a teacher, or a pastor, or a youth leader (though of course you should be careful of all those.) I'm a lonely old man whose greatest regret is not doing as much drugs as I could have, and whose greatest pride is resisting my sexual urges.

At twenty, or forty, I might have posed a threat to children. But I have mastered the urge, and the urge is much less. The only threat I pose is to some vigilante who tries to take my own life.

UnSubRocky wrote on Sep 20^th, 2024 at 12:06am:


I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted. I'm in my 60's

I don't have children (so far as I know) so I guess that takes 20 years off. 

Aurora Complexus wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 7:33pm:


When I was 17, nearly 18 years old, I watched another dog nearly get eaten in the same fashion. This time, I had a torch ready to ward off the stupid frickin' mutt, as well as distract the crocodile from its potential meal.

The story was that the pet owner was a drug addict that reneged on her payments. So, the dealer took her pet dog and tried feedin the animal to the reptile. The stupid front bottom was more concerned about her feelings than the welfare of her pet.

Because of my display of bravery, the dealer forgave the debt to the junkie.

Guess what happened in recent years -- 27 years later? That junkie was an ex-junkie who looked after elderly patients at a nearby aged care facility. Guess what she did in her spare time? She dealt drugs. Guess who got kicked out of his university placement after working voluntarily for 27 hours? Me. Why? Because the front bottom spiked my drinking water with fentanyl.

Let us just say that the ingratitude of that junkie, even after all these years, was "palpable".

UnSubRocky wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 7:58pm:


Interesting story. But I think dealers shouldn't give credit. They're outside the law, and they can't use legal measures to get their money back.

It's actually a big factor in junkies committing crime. Simply signing into rehab won't solve their debt problem.

Giving credit isn't easily well explained by dealers being greedy. In some cases junkies will prostitute themselves or commit crimes for money, but in other cases they will be a dead loss for the dealer, costing them money for bully boys and/or putting them at legal risk.

The dealers I knew were all pot dealers. Pot isn't that addictive, and it never occurred to me to ask for credit.

UnSubRocky wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 7:58pm:


It's not clear to me why that ex-junky would sabotage your work placement.

I had a similar experience in a TAFE course on disability support. For my work placement I chose 1 hard (residential facility) 1 medium hard (outing assistant for physically disabled clients) and 1 easy (office work referring new volunteers.) Guess which one screwed me over, yes of course the office ladies. They lost my records and the only woman qualified to vouch for me, left on a months long holiday.

I'm not sure if you will agree with this, but in the welfare sector it's hard going for a man.

UnSubRocky wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 8:46pm:


I drink a lot, and to be honest I'm drinking now. I don't want to be cured, because alcohol is the last of my recreational drugs and "going straight" is just miserable.

The deal I have made with myself is not to drink two days in succession. I drink on Tuesdays and Saturdays, because those are the days I play Scrabble with my elderly mother. We drink a bottle of Pinot Grigio between us, then we have dinner and after that she goes to bed. I keep drinking.

I also drink on Thursdays, and I get smashed.

I have a problem, no doubt. I know from experience, that if I could smoke pot instead, my drinking would go down to healthy levels.

Not that any level is healthy, really. Alcohol is a systemic poison.

RussiAnVetEraN wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 10:31pm:


Oh god no. It's a horrible affliction which I would be cured of if that was at all possible.

I might extend my sympathy to other pedos, providing they have not offended. It is possible to resist the urge, and have some other sex life or even to have no sex life at all. I would tell them that, but I would not lie and say it is easy.

Most likely it will never come up.

Aurora Complexus wrote on Sep 24^th, 2024 at 9:53pm:


I drank about 200mL of alcohol last night. I drank that alcohol, inside an hour of purchase. That was the most I would drink to keep myself stable.

The goal is to quit for the next 5 weeks. I may get some alcohol in November. But, consumption of alcohol from here onwards is counter to my Ocksober plans.