Watching my guy play video games... I don't know wtf it is, but he gets going on that controller with all sorts of nimble finger movements (and plus, it's a bonus that I suck at video games so watching him is all like OOOOOH YOU'RE GOOD AT SOMETHING I'M NOT). He also trash-talks his friends and goes all alpha-male…

I was also convinced it was impossible until I learned that the visible clitoris is just the tip of the iceberg—there is a whole world underneath the surface, and I guess some people's anatomies make it easier to stimulate the clit beneath the surface. Mine doesn't work that way, unfortunately. Wah.

Me neither! It feels great but it will NEVER make me orgasm. For years, even oral didn't do it for me... until I met my very patient and expertly skilled soon-to-be-hubby. Lucked out there!

This, and also not being self-conscious about the face(s) I make. I don't think it's pretty.

#NotAllMillennials!

Fuck this guy.

Why can't these assholes just go home and cry into their pillows when they get rejected, like the rest of us? Christ.

Ugh, god. I'm getting flashbacks from my college ex, who was walking to class one day as an overweight white man, and a bunch of asshole fellow college-aged kids drove by in their car and yelled "FATASS" out their car window at him. He told me this and I cried for him, because THE FUCK? That ruined his day, and…

Well now I'm curious.

Maybe I'm just jaded by capitalism and money in general, but I actually read this and thought, "That's it?" I would think it would go for more than $1,375, tbh.

What the fucking fuck? Mark, were you assigned the "shit so awful you don't even want to click the link but OMG YOU HAVE TO" beat? I'm still reeling from the squirrel-kicked-off-a-cliff post from last week. Sadface.

Waiting for the same trolls who tell women with stretchmarks/cellulite to hide under their covers instead of existing as humans on a beach. Sigh. It's been a long week.

Abe's review was for the Chicago Diner. His loss; that place is amazing.

I was going to make a comment about how they all kind of look how I look when I'm navigating the world while drunk, but, they are much cuter and more pleasant to watch than drunk-me is.

My workplace has a couple of different flexible worktime schedules that can be applied for and are granted on a case-by-case scenario, but my particular department does not observe these arrangements (a higher-up decided that our people need to be here all the time because we are "business development," even though I…

Ho. Ly. Fuck. I have been a loyal reader here for 4+ years and I haven't come across any of this disturbing imagery (yet)—which surprises me considering how often I'm on this site. All I have to contribute is WHAT THE FUCK. I don't have answers and I certainly have no complaints against the Jez staff (because fuck,…

The default setting for iPhones is to have incoming text messages display on the locked home screen. As an iPhone novice when this happened to me, I didn't even know what was a setting that could be changed. I also didn't realize images as well as text would display on a locked home screen. Sure, it's on me for not…

Agreed! I mean, I love my man's junk, but I get to see it every day so I really, really don't need a reminder pic at 10:00 am. I assume he enjoys my body but I'm not firing off pics when we're apart... (I'm sure he'd like it if I did, though)

This is a dangerous act if your iPhone is set to display incoming texts on the home screen when your phone is locked. It took receiving one dick pic during business hours for me to google the fuck out of how to change that setting. Christ, people. Stop sending your bits to unsuspecting recipients between 8 and 5. At…

Well by our shared logic, I guess we're best friends now. :) But yeah. I feel like I lack the building blocks to create long-lasting friendships with people. Socially awkward is an understatement. I am way easier to get along with when I drink... but I also think I'm fucking obnoxious when I drink, so there's really…