Well, this makes my vagina feel drier than usual.

Thank you for this. I’ve had a rough few weeks. I cut contact with my mom and I still struggle with the decision because I feel that unlike a lot of other dysfunctional parents, my mom was never cruel or intentionally mean. She was/is just so self-focused and unstable that she never was able to understand the impact…

I know! I kept watching her hands while watching that video. Her hands are gorgeous. So much character.

The cognitive disconnection of these people who say and do racists things but still insist that they are not and could never be racist terrifies me. You’re singing about killing and hanging N-’s from a tree. It’s still racist even if it “doesn’t reflect how (you) really feel.”

I respectfully disagree. You are not racist now, but you were certainly racist then. “Saying and thinking awful things” makes you racist. Immaturity, sheltered-ness and brainwashing might be explanations, but they not excuses. Racism is learned. The adults in your life who modeled racism for you, most likely learned…

Marriage didn't really seem appealing to me until I my boyfriend and I talked about traveling the world and I realized that I want this person to have legal authority in my life in case I end up in the hospital or something.

Do you think there's any middle ground you can find? Maybe not "marriage" but "domestic partnership" or a a "civil union"? Still formal, but less loaded than perhaps marriage might be to someone who's experienced a very bitter parental divorce.

I know what you mean. This article gave me hives.

Me too! I thought it was phenomenal. It is creepy, but what really stuck with me was the melancholic aspects of the story.

I once went on a school trip to NYC. On the bus ride, they showed Midnight Cowboy.

Years and years ago, a (former) friend who I knew was feeling down posted a suicidal sounding letter to social media one April Fool’s Day. This was a few months after a close relative of mine attempted suicide. I took their note seriously and when I couldn’t reach them to make sure they were okay, I ended up calling…

Ha! Good catch!

I will be trying this for the first time this holiday season. I look forward to not having to schlep a ton of shit and then worry about it getting lost or stolen. I used the site onebag.com to help plan.

I that hear if you chant "feminism" in a bathroom mirror five times the ghost of Andrea Dworkin will appear and destroy your entire pornography collection.

I am struggling with this, except I'm good friends with both parties. The husband I've known for a very long time; the wife, well I liked her the instant I met her and over the years we've become friends in our own right. They have an open marriage and things seemed like they were working just fine, but he met someone…

Even the trailer for that damn movie gave me nightmares. Nope, nope, nope...

You know, if we could muster the energy.

Hold up. What?

No snark; I applaud this woman's courage in coming forward, even if it is decades after the assault. Despite all the nasty things that people are going to undoubtedly say about her, I hope she feels a sense empowerment in finally being able to share her story.

Ugh. I'm sorry to hear that. People can be such assholes sometimes.