How do you know when you are eighty percent full? Does that fork whisper it to you or something? How does anyone know when they're eighty percent anything?

I have an aversion to pretentious utensils, I'm getting this other fork instead.

Cosmo Sex Tip #45790: When a boy sends you a picture of his penis, send him a picture of a bigger penis!

I have a friend who did her PhD on, shall we say, amorous love letters from, I believe, the Regency period. There are freaking tablets with dirty messages in them. I've personally seen Viking runic graffiti with the Viking runic equivalent of sexting. There are probably cave drawings of sexy things left for sexy…

Unsolicited sexts are the worst. Make sure its consensual sexting or I will just start sending back lines from the Iliad.

Wow, do they even know that in some part of Canada, it's not even legal to take the spouse's name ?

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I use a Diva Cup.

I don't know how you can borrow a tampon.

Imagine what they do when they're splattered elsewhere because of masturbation.

I like my own personal fetuses. But this, this needs to die in a fire.

Well now I don't wanna have sex again. Something about seeing sperm in action just gives me the creeps. What weird but also cool little gross things.

You guys, I like fetuses. I do. I've even loved two personally. But this all made me want to vomit blood.

As a species, we look much better with eyelids.

Also, one doesn't have to be controlling to be emotionally abusive. Deliberate disinterest and neglect hit the hardest, especially if its target is a child.

Hey GTers, I have a question but didn't want to take over anyone's post. I was followed by Groupthink a few weeks ago and have been posting more actively lately (yay I love not being grey!) but I was wondering how/ if I could get posting priviledges. I'm going through some shit and would looove some support.

my husband got me fuzzy knee socks that are like the juniors brand at target ("xhilaration"?) because I'm always bitching about how cold I am. I was like aw, that's sweet, you don't think about how fat my calves are when you're shopping for me. However, if fuzzy knee socks fit my calves, I would already have like 20…

My husband got me full-body blue snowflake footie pajamas. Somehow, despite living with me for 7 years now, he thought I would enjoy them. They are truly horrifying. He got me other, awesome presents, so it was fine, but he was genuinely confused when I said I didn't like them.

There are certainly a lot of them - feminist and anti-racist and LGBT+ bloggers galore. If someone calls them a "social justice warrior", chances are they're good to follow.

Yeah, that's Tumblr. Yeah, I love it, no shame. My animated gif curating and Benedict Cumberbatch reblogging is unstoppable.

Is Tumblr that much of a feminist hangout? Am I seriously missing out?