House Rules

Community Guidelines

Last updated · October 2026

An archive only stays honest if the room stays safe.

These are the rules of the house — short, plain, and enforced. They exist to protect the people confessing, not to police the truths themselves. Read them once and you already know how to behave here.

The Compact

This house exists for one transaction: you set down a truth, we witness it. The terms of that compact are simple — confess your own story, never sentence someone else's. Napoleon kept his letters short for a reason. So is this.

What Belongs Here

Truths you carry. Conduct you regret. Ambitions you'd never say at dinner. Betrayals you committed or survived. Doubt, desire, silence, the whole unruly ledger of being a person. Write about yourself, your choices, and what it did to you. That is the raw material of the archive.

What Doesn't

Credible threats against anyone. Detailed plans to commit serious crimes. Doxxing, real names, addresses, phone numbers, or other identifying details — yours or anyone else's. Hate speech. Harassment, stalking, or the platform weaponized against a specific person. Spam, advertising, links for sale. And content intended to expose or de-anonymize another confessor.

How Moderation Works

Every drop passes an automated AI review before it enters the public archive. Clean truths are published. Anything concerning — self-harm language, threats, personal information, spam — is held out of public view and reviewed by a human. Nothing flagged is ever published without a person deciding it should be.

We May Remove Content

We reserve the right to remove any confession, revoke access, or terminate repeat offenders — at our discretion, without a tribunal. The archive is curated, not a mob square. If you believe a removal was wrong, you may appeal by contacting the Secret Keeper; we will look again, honestly.

Excerpts & Marketing

By dropping a truth, you allow an anonymized excerpt to be shared in the archive and in Dirty Laundry marketing — garments, social posts, the Ledger, the Foyer. Your identity is never attached, and excerpts are edited to remove anything that could point back to you. If you would rather your words never travel, you may request their removal at any time.

Not Therapy. Not Crisis Care.

Dirty Laundry is a witness, not a clinician. Nothing here — confessions, responses, the Secret Keeper's letters — is therapy, medical treatment, or crisis intervention. If you are in crisis, in the US call or text 988 (988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline, free, 24/7). Anywhere else in the world, findahelpline.com lists free, confidential support lines in your country. Both are staffed by people whose entire job is to listen. Use them. That is what they are for.

Enforcement

Violations result in removal of the content, and serious or repeated violations end access. Crisis disclosures are never "enforced" against a person — they are met with care, resources, and a human reading closely. We remove content. We do not remove people's dignity.

If tonight feels heavier than paper can hold —

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