Starting from age 20 until a few years ago, I was really active in an obscure online community which functioned basically as one massive, aimless Facebook group in its own dedicated app. I spent quite a lot of my time on there engaging in meaningless conversations on the public stream, and in direct message conversations with thousands of people over the course of a few years. Over time, my entire presence on that site became entirely sexual, and I was using the main stream and a few subgroups to peacock and present myself as some sort of alpha within the community, and the direct messages were expressly a method to mine for nudes from women around the globe.
Having a secret online life is a rubbish secret, honestly, since I'm sure neither of you two are forthcoming in your real-life relationships about most of what you do online, but I did lead that double life for almost a decade and there was never a point that I wasn't ashamed of it.
I carry a marker pen when I go out so I can write defamatory graffiti about imaginary people in toilet cubicles - "Jonno is a Grass", "Big Kev Shags Dogs", that sort of thing.
When I was a teenager, I used to steal knickers from washing lines and wear them under my school uniform.
I recently had a near miss where the app Telegram, where I go to conduct all my lurid gay furry erotic roleplay double life, somehow started syncing my normal phone contacts without my knowledge. I don't know how long it had been that way or how many people clocked my fursona attached to the number they normally have for Anon, and I certainly hope they didn't click the picture gallery attached to that profile.
It's strange because while I wouldn't quite say I'm ashamed of it, exactly; but when you've kept something so private for so long, the privacy takes on an importance all of its own. Honestly I don't think I've come closer to a heart attack in my life than when I realised. That feeling where your stomach just feels like it's dropped out and you instantly feel dizzy and sick.
>>449715 don't worry, telegram normally tells you too if anyone in your contacts is using telegram, and of course if someone you know had telegram they're either a furry, a drug dealer, or a Russian
There is footage of swinging gone wrong with me and an ex online. Magically it hasn’t been seen by friends or family yet, despite being over a decade old.
I used to have that anxiety a lot, particularly when I was doing the local band scene in my early 20s.
I never thought I'd get famous enough for it to matter, but when we started being well known enough in the local scene that strangers knew who I was (not that I'm saying it happened often) I used to lay awake at night worrying in case some really cringeworthy shite I'd said to try and get a lass to flash her tits on webcam came out.
Then all the old pop stars started getting done for historical paedophilia and I thought that's it, I absolutely can't afford to become a successful musician, when I'm in my 40s some tart is going to come out of nowhere and get me sent to jail for having pictures of her pussy when we were both 15.
The internet has not done the world any favours, in my opinion.
>>449749 A mate of mine's younger brother got caught exchanging mucky snaps with a girl at school, and the police got involved as the case was considered collecting child porn. The poor lad was just a year 10 trying to get some year 10 fanny.
>Then all the old pop stars started getting done for historical paedophilia and I thought that's it
It's not really fair to assume that that sort of thing categorically didn't actually happen. And if somebody was abused, they have every right to confront their abuser. But a lot of the allegations nowadays are muddying the waters of what was socially accepted back then and what isn't today and may even be illegal, which it wasn't back then.
For example, the Sexual Offences Act in 2003 made nude pictures of 16 year olds illegal for the first time. Which is the essential reason why there were suddenly no more 16 year old Page Three girls. If you had naked pictures of your 17 year old sweetheart in your possession before 2003, you were doing nothing wrong. But suddenly, it was a sexual offence and now counts as child porn and can carry high penalties.
Fundamentally, there is often some slight degree of dodginess to me about somebody coming forward after several decades and accusing a celebrity of fondling them against their will that one night in 1992. I'm not always sure that all the benefit of doubt should be with the alleged victim. Even if somebody did have their hands down your knickers, maybe you are just trying to cash out, now that that person is famous and you could get a substantial settlement out of it.
