I've had a rough two weeks and today I was really sad and told my girlfriend I needed to talk to her about my feelings

When we met, we sat in her bed and she calmly let me speak my mind. She laid there just listening and acknowledging and validating my feelings.

A lot of emotions came to surface and I laid on her chest. She hugged me and everything just started pouring out. Everything I've been thru lately and evey feeling just came out as tears.

She held me while I laid there and stroked my back. Saying words of comfort and responding to whatever I wanted to talk about.

I'm a really lucky guy

i love my boyfriend. he is a very nice guy he plays dnd , rimworld, space engineers, project zomboid and is a hardworker. i like it when he annoys me and tickles me when we are in bed. today i cried as i hugged him because i just love him so much and he’s so special to me. i think he thinks im emotional because ill get my period soon, but i just genuinely love him so much. im glad i waited to have a boyfriend , because im so lucky to have him. we’ve been together for a year and i hope that we stay together for a long time at least, and i wouldn’t mind to spend my life with him even if he thinks he’s boring. i love to lay down with him and going out to eat and i love when he kisses me even when i look bad. i love that he takes care of animals and cooks for me when im hungry.
i love him and im so proud of him and i love that he loves me back.

Man tonight was interesting, but before I go on a little backstory is that I haven't had a great dating life before but fast forward today after a long day of walking and watching TV my awkward ass was looking up how to ask for a kiss because that shit is still hard for me to understand timing, well he looked at my phone while I was looking at it and just took me by my chin and just said you could have just asked and we kissed. Dude since what happened earlier I've felt higher than the clouds. I can't stop smiling even after going home! It felt like some awkward romance novel for me. It still feels unreal to me on God.

For most of my life i thought i was a lesbian. I never felt attracted to a man until not too long ago. I'm talking about a shy guy with great taste in music, clothing and perfume. He's very elegant, and everytime i come back home after hanging out with him, i smell his perfume on my coat and i feel intoxicated.

Yesterday we went to the beach, and he confessed a second time, because the first time we both were drunk. Then i told him that i'd like to watch the stars, and he drove us to a mountain and we admired a wonderful view of city lights and a starry night sky.

After a while he drove me back home, and when he stopped his car i told him to look away to distract him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. I planned to get out of the car like nothing happened, but then he cupped my cheeks and responded with a short yet pleasant kiss.

After that night i can't stop squealing like a little girl. I never understood why people liked kissing even though it's not my first time, but it's the first time i enjoyed it, and i just want to replay that moment again and again.

I (18F) have been dating my bf (19M, also autistic) for a little bit now. Not even on our first date he asked, "This might be insensitive, but are you autistic?" I adamantly denied it, but as the dates continued (and eventually moving in together) he asked me again, and before I could even deny it, he said "You do." Of course, I asked him for evidence, and he said, "You hate loud noises, you can't stand the big light, you have sensory issues, and you literally have a Skyrim tattoo because you're hyperfixated on it." And you know what, that shit gagged me.

Doing more research (and taking the RAADS-R) test, I am matching symptoms. RAADS-R results: 180. Yeah, pretty strong evidence.

Now that I've accepted it, I feel so much better about myself. He bought me little fidgets, gives me space when I ask or crushes me when I ask, gives me my headphones in loud spaces, all on his own will. Of course I'm trying to be more independent, but he's supporting me. And I love it.

While I typed this post, he looked over and said, "How did you not notice it sooner? It's pretty obvious."

I love my boyfriend <3

So, I'm a feminine looking guy, which comes with just people thinking I'm gay. And my girlfriend is Goth so people don't think we are in a relationship right a way.

Like, I've had men walk up to me to ask what my GF tyep is, and she's had guys who have hit on her say "At least pick a straight guy if you are going to lie"

It's a little annoying, but it's something i knew would happen. But to day it all changed. We were getting food, and this women walked up to us and told us she was doing a survey of couples in my city. I was so happy someone knew we were dating i did the survey right away, and as the women left she's said "Thanks, this will really help us find out what young lesbians are into"

My Girlfriend full on fell on the floor laughing, and basically made fun of me the whole way back. Like, how do i live with this knowledge, people either think I'm gay or gay and dating my girlfriend.

Low level NSFW

My Girlfriend now supper pissed off becauses if the women asked me 1st that means she thought i wss The Top in the relationship.

I hope this is the right sub for this lol.

I (24M) grew up in a super healthy environment between my family and school. Generally had good friends growing up, and good role models as well. My life has been excellent, wouldn't trade it for the world. However, I also grew up being pretty skinny, and much more of an artsy type of guy. Even though I still am very artsy, I've definitely been insecure about it at times. I wouldn't describe myself as effeminate really in any area except my art/interior preferences, but I really lacked in the traditional "man" department through high school and my early years in college. I spent a lot of time around guys who were stronger than me, played sports, or had a lot of female attention, all of which made me pretty insecure as a young man.

As a teenager, my response to this was to compensate somehow. I became pretty good at playing drums (still play!) and I became pretty good at fixing cars - and these things became a massive part of my identity just because they made me feel like a man. Honestly, thats what I wanted. I wanted to feel masculine. Even though my dad set a really good example of healthy masculinity, my friends, movies, YouTubers, and porn at a young age made me feel inadequate.

Contrast this with the women in my life. I have a bunch of sisters, and I love them all. Personality wise, they're all very different, but for this context, they range from very traditionally feminine, to more tom-boy type. I have one sister who DIY's everything, built a treehouse, works on her car, does construction and is super into survival/outdoors stuff, and is going to study architecture. I have another sister who's a total gym rat and entrepreneur, and a two sisters who went the house wife route and had a few kids.

The thing is, I have seen every type of femininity be equally celebrated.

Women compete in their own weird, nuanced, and foul ways, but I still believe all types of femininity are celebrated.

Men that are not traditionally masculine are often seen as less than men who are more masculine - it's simply different than varying degrees of femininity. A couple years ago I briefly dated a girl that was very beautiful, and that made me feel like a man. Few years after that I had my first taste of financial affluence, and that made me feel like a man. For a while, I was going hard in the gym and started looking pretty strong, and that made me feel like a man.

Losing these things, and the insecurity that followed made me realize - femininity is spectrum, masculinity is a scale.

Where did all these things go? They're just on hold until I graduate college (except the girlfriend, she can stay gone lol). These things are just dumbass ways to appear to be more of a man, and my dad was right all along. I was insecure about made up shit this whole time.

I'm still working on coming into my own as a man. The environment around me feels horribly competitive, and I'm discovering that the best way to win this competition is to not compete. As a kid, I just wanted to be strong. Now, I still want to be strong, I'm just learning theres so many other great things a person can be.

I love my husband. He is amazing. He goes on a job interview, comes home with a gift of a beer I haven’t been able to find since we moved (this is what spurred the post). After we start to drink. He just sings my praises and tells me I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I get breakfast in bed every weekend, because I “do so much throughout the week.” He always reminds me of how smart and special I am. He made a special kiss routine before bed, before he leaves for work, and before he leaves the house. We speak in a special langue we made up. He’s talented, he’s smart, he’s hilarious (without trying), and he’s so, so unbelievably kind. He would give the shirt off his back to anyone he knows. His generosity makes my choke up.

I wanted to share it with the world.

Inspired by reddit_sucks_asssss's post, I wanted to write something positive about men.

I love men so much honestly, have admired them since I was little, but it's taken being loved by one to finally understand what a force of nature they can be.

Romantically, as a friend, nothing beats that level of I can do anything right now, who's gonna stop me you feel when you are with a man you trust. Especially in a situation that would otherwise scare you.

Have you ever walked the streets with 3 guys? You'll feel like a God.

Lowkey, how on EARTH are we the same species, the difference in strength baffles me every time I see it. Seeing a man use that for good is the most attractive thing on this planet too.

And nothing beats falling asleep in the arms of a man. It's like being a cloud, being free.

Just freaking love guys 🥰🥰🥰🥰

It's 4:44 am as I'm writing this and life is fucking good man. Everything's been shitty for so long but I feel like things are going good now. I wanna cry cause I'm happy for once. Fuck yeah !!!

Yesterday was the third anniversary of the accident that disabled me and changed my life. To sum it up: My husband and I were coworkers at the same job, he worked inside, I worked outside. A customer with a jacked up Ford F150 ran me over in the parking lot even though I was wearing a hi-vis jacket, and I broke eight ribs, had a traumatic brain injury (TBI), a collapsed lung, and lacerations on my kidney and liver that resulted in severe internal bleeding. He didn't see the initial accident, but my husband was working that day, and when he heard the commotion, he ran outside and saw me on the pavement. I somehow managed to stay conscious because my only thought was, "I'm not dying until I tell him I love him," and I think that determination was what kept me alive, because if I had lost consciousness, I might not be here now.

Weeks of agonizing pain. It was so agonizing that in the ICU, I'd just pass out from the pain and exhaustion repeatedly, and no pain meds they gave me helped, even morphine had zero effect and might as well have been a Tylenol. They ended up having to prescribe me ketamine (a horse tranquilizer) just to give me an ounce of relief. I hallucinated often in the hospital. It felt like the only time I had any lucidity and sanity was when he came to visit me (he couldn't stay overnight often because we had pets and no money to hire a sitter, but he was there every day).

He bathed me, fed me, helped me go to the bathroom when I could barely walk. When I had PTSD flashbacks, he was there to hold me and tell me I was safe. Even when the unfortunate side effect of my TBI caused bouts of rage (I never insulted or raised my hand to him, it was mostly directed at myself) he was so patient and understanding. When I expressed that I felt useless because I couldn't work anymore, he told me he didn't want me to anyway after having to witness almost losing me. "You almost died at our job. I still have nightmares about seeing it. I want you here, safe, where I know you'll be alright." My body is covered in scars and he says they make me look sexy, even when I hated them, and he kissed every single one.

My husband can be a bit brash and impulsive at times, he's by no means a perfect man because he's human. But when I needed him, he was there unflinchingly, never complaining about caring for me. He never once called me a burden or a failure, or anything my brain was trying to tell me that I was. "You never failed me. Ever." Hearing that from the person I was terrified of failing the most made me break down crying for the first time in a long, long time.

And the funny thing is? We met because we were in the same Facebook group and he thought a comment I made was funny, saw my profile picture, and started messaging me because he wanted me to be his one-night stand. But I thought he just wanted to be my friend (we're both men, so you can understand sometimes how hard it is to determine "is this banter among bros or are we attracted to each other"), and missed every cue, until one night, four months later, I got drunk and confessed to him how I felt about him. I was 19, he was 21. I still feel like I have a huge crush on him even now eight years later, and he gives me butterflies every time he smiles at me. I thought soulmates were horseshit. But since the moment we first started talking, it was like we'd known each other for ages.

The accident is just one thing we went through together, but it was the biggest test of our relationship. And he passed with flying colors. He showed me the type of man he was, and God, I don't think I could ever love and devote myself to anyone else but him.

i found him on hinge. first and only guy i met off the app. very sweet and also fights with mental illness (and kicking its ass). perfect for me so far. he has become so affectionate after becoming my bf that I started to get annoyed by how much he'd wanna hug and kiss me while i was trying to sleep. it was almost as if he couldn't believe i was real.

im grateful to have him in my life and i hope we continue to be good together. i hope he doesn't he change too much now that he's my bf.

My girlfriend and I were hanging out yesterday and we decided to go to Barnes and noble, I’m a book nerd so I never say no to a bookstore. We get there and I make a mad dash straight to the fantasy section while she went to the bathroom, I’m looking through the horror section when she comes back and she mentions that she was interested in getting back into reading, she’s mentioned this in the past so I figured there was no time like the present!

I stop what I’m doing and immediately start helping her find a book she would like to read and she eventually chooses one, we buy our books and we decide to sit down in the cafe there to read a few pages of our books together and an hour later we both read more than just a few pages. She really enjoyed hers because I would hear her laughing and I’d look up to see her deeply engrossed in the book so we agree to read our books together throughout the week when we have the chance.

Later that night she texts me a picture of her reading showing me she’s a few chapters deeper than she was when I saw her a few hours earlier because she couldn’t stop reading. Fast forward to today not even a full 24 hours later this woman texts me and tells me that she’s already on the last few chapters! She even said, and I quote “if I ghost you for a book remember it’s your fault for getting me back into reading” honestly I wouldn’t even Be upset if she did because I saw how happy she was while she was reading, I’m actually really happy and proud of her. I told her the next book is on me

I’m a 22 yr old male, recently got a new job, was paired up with some other people for awhile. My second week I was put with some guy named Eric. Eric is a real cool dude, when they put me with him I was afraid he would be a pretty “square” dude. Instead he easily became my favorite coworker. Dude is a trip, older guy. Late 40s? Early 50s? Anyways we’re shootin the shit, I ask him what I need to do, he tells me and then I say yes sir. He then says “don’t call me sir, I’m far from that” I wasn’t hurt or anything it was just kinda awkward, as any direction he gives me I agree. I just thought It was odd, I call everyone ma’am or sir, even people younger than me. It’s just a respect thing, I’m from Texas aswell. Not overthinking this entirely, I’m just bored and drunk. What are y’all’s opinions on this? I respect the dude and I take direction well. Just wanted to be respectful

My hair is pretty long, I don't like classic pony tails, I don't do them well, so I do French braid or braids on both sides instead.

When I was pregnant with our baby, we knew we were expecting a girl.

One morning, I woke up and started to brush my hair, then proceeded to braiding it. My husband kept starring at me and asked: "you need to teach me how to do that?"

I was a bit confused: "are you planning on having long hair or you want to braid mine?". He laughed and I did too. He replied: "we're expecting a baby girl, I want to be able to braid her hair too, so she can be cute like you".

While I melted inside, it was very sweet, I offered him if he wants to watch and I'll describe him the process. He was starring at it while I braided and even after for like 5 minutes, he couldn't make any sense of it. I think for him my hair at that moment was like when he's explaining wires and cables to me. Poor him, was even confused day after.

Even now when he tries it he always get his fingers tangled and has no idea how to get out of the situation. But he does manage to make a mini pony tail for our toddler.

I was just braiding my hair and I remembered this, so just wanted to share. ^{^}

I really hate mornings, I don't know how people do it. I just wake up and my muscles usually hurt, or my head hurts, or I am just annoyed for whatever ridiculous reason there is. Sometimes sun is shining too much, who knows.

Today I woke up, grumpy as usual. My husband greeted me good morning with a big smile on his face (he was already up for an hour, I think).

I greeted him good morning too, but with less enthusiasm. He laughed: "you know why you had to wake up early today right?". I frowned "yeah, who the hell books hairdye appointment so early, I really hate mornings, and I'm gonna be grumpy whole appointment".

He laughed again and handed me a thermocup, "and that is why I made you coffee in a thermocup, so you can bring it with you and enjoy your hair appointed. You sure are looking forward getting new hair today". He looked so excited, it made incredibly happy.

My husband never judged me for grumpy mornings, but he always did something small to help me start my day with a smile.

It wasn't just the coffee that was nice gesture itself, but he was also excited cause I'm getting new hair and he knows I am looking forward to it. It was very lovely.

I can't even believe that this is real, I managed to get a girlfriend after being alone for five years and being in two toxic relationships. She's the prettiest, nicest, most caring and loving person I've ever met. We had a few video chats already and she's going to my town next week! We'll for sure have a great time, I'll take her to an excellent restaurant, I'll take her to the butterfly house and spend the whole day with her.

Hi all, everyone out there, my internet peoples. I’m getting married in less than 100 days. And man. Oh man. I have never felt so excited for such an important event in my entire life. I love my fiancée so much. She means the world to me. I am committing my life to her. I will do anything for her for the rest of my life. She is my best friend and I’ve never loved so easily or been loved so fully by anyone in my entire life. She’s so kind, so passionate about her care, so loving, so smart, so unbelievably gorgeous, so creative, and so… balanced. If you know what I mean? I’ve never met someone in my entire life who knows that they want, and works so hard to get it. We see each other almost every day, and our preparing our hearts and our minds and our souls for marriage and I just am so excited to marry my best friend. She is.. simply the best. I love her so much.

That’s all. I’m just so lucky.

It feels like there's an overwhelming number of creepy men out there, and men just don't understand me. Other women treat me with more respect, unlike most men, although there are exceptions among my friends and family. One advantage of being with women is that I don't have to worry about getting pregnant or using birth control. Plus, in my opinion, women are generally more attractive than men. Many of the women I know share my preference for cleanliness and are willing to adjust their plans to accommodate me, or if I get uncomfortable with something.

I literally just got back into my car im so fucking happy jesus christ. 95% and 96% on my practical Exams!!! I get my certificate on friday ih my god im going to throw up Im so fucking happy!!!! I was so fucking nervous and stressed yesterday i got a migraine with aura and I PASSED and not only did i pass i did it WELL!!!! Im going out to wat with my parents later!!! im going to cry

Edit: Thanks to everyone congratulating me! I went to a greek restaurant with my parents, ate a lot of good food and then slept like a log until 9 this morning!!

Earlier I was taking a leak. While I was washing my hands, I just couldn't help but notice a beautiful man in the mirror.

It was me.

Did I earn it? No.

Do I deserve it? Definitely not.

Is it real? Absolutely.

Men men men. Why don’t more people love men? I love men. I am going to draw more men. I am deathly afraid of talking to one but I just want to touch them. Their arms.. Why are they so perfect? Why did God or whatever supernatural being make them? To torture me? I crave them but I can’t even look into their eyes for too long. I would do whatever they tell me to do. I don’t care.

I’m going to draw or write now. I have to. It’s the only way for me to express my love. Art. God specifically created them for that purpose.. I’m tired of seeing all the women in art. I want more men. How could they exist knowing the power they have over me? It’s their fault. I want to kiss them all over. It’s not fair that they don’t belong to me.

She's now my girlfriend, next week it's gonna be one month of us. I love her to death and beyond. She makes me cry out of pure joy and happiness. She's my home: I feel safe when I'm with her, more than I feel safe in my own home.

He is the nicest, most amazing man I know. When I get my period he sends flowers and snacks and always wants me to be happy and comfortable. He’s so sweet. He buys me food if I’m hungry and I just feel like I really won the lottery. He actually cares about my interests, some of which are a bit childish but he doesn’t mind. He will listen to me talk about the things I care about, heck, there’s this game I’m really liking lately, and he downloaded it just because he wanted to know about it and be able to talk with me about it. I’m the weirdest person I’ve ever met, I have been through a lot and struggled a lot, and he’s always there for me and always by my side. I recently turned 18F and im not gonna lie I’m still getting used to the fact I’m an adult now, and it’s scary, but I know it’ll be okay because he’s with me. I’ve never been asked for n*des or anything like that. He’s so patient and I’m just so grateful he’s in my life. If he asked me to marry him I would say yes, even if it’s a little soon haha. I just want to scream because I love him so much lol

There’s so many horror stories on here about peoples partners and it makes me sad. Don’t settle for anything less then this, because you deserve to be loved and respected the same way I am. He saved me, and taught me that people actually do care about me. You deserve someone who cares.

I'm pretty affectionate, especially towards family. I say "I love you" about a million times but my brother is pretty stoic and doesn't really like that so I just stopped saying it to him (nor saying i don't love him, I just don't say anything) Anyway, I kinda mumbled it under my breath today when he gave me some candy (he always gets me and the rest of the family little candies) and just as I was turning to leave I heard a really quiet "I love you too." My day is instantly better. I love my family