<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Trash Is Me on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/trash-is-me/</link><description>Recent content in Trash Is Me on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/trash-is-me/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Dumped on my Birthday</title><link>/stories/2011/03/08/dumped-on-my-birthday/</link><pubDate>Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2011/03/08/dumped-on-my-birthday/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;This story starts two months before my 40th birthday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My girlfriend and I were talking about what our deepest secrets are and I was hesitant to tell her that I had a fetish for garbage and for trash bags. I wanted to experience this fetish and went online to find like people in this fetish of mine. This is where I found this great site of stories; I also found a site that dealt with dating people with fetishes. I got caught by my girlfriend in doing this and she was asking me why I had to look elsewhere for my tastes. This is where the truth about my tastes came to light.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>