Everywhere! I'm thinking of getting a grown-up (real) account. Then at least I'll remember my pass.

My mother moved out of her house in high school. She was the first of her family to go to college and the first to get out of our small town for any amount of time (though she returned by choice.) She also made the decision, as a then-Catholic woman, to go on birth control after her fourth child. I wouldn't say she's…

I am indeed FishnetsForever! Yeah, I keep accidentally deleting cookies and I can never find my goddamned burner code... I think I'll make a Twitter or something so I can get a real account and have a remember-able password. Aw, thank you! I would be totally delighted to be Kinja kin!

"Beloved Lord of Darkness: If you could knock that bitch Pat Robertson off anytime soon, we'd really appreciate it. Love, the Liberalnazijewmediailluminati. <3"

Fuck, I would buy vetiver and musk detergent and dryer sheets and I'm definitely a lady. I can't stand the gross "Tropical" stuff and the lavender things they sell don't really smell much at all to me.

It's people like this that give me and OCD queers everywhere the neurosis of "but what if I'm straight?! It can change, right?!" Literally. A dyke can't even have a platonic bro-crush anymore without it turning into evidence of her clearly wanting The Dick.

Women's underwear, meanwhile, smell at best vaguely of perfume and laundry detergent or cat and laundry detergent. Or both. (In my very limited experience, anyway.)

"I am very Catholic" and "I am very punk" ought not go in the same sentence together.

If a man wants a "pure" lady, he better be a goddamn asexual virgin himself. Otherwise you have no room to talk - nobody wants to touch a q-tip someone else has already used, right?

My own goddamn house is full of these WOMEN. My mom and two sisters are very big sexual-purity people.

My response to that little bit of Facebook-picture-meme bull is always "we're not talking about home security here."

That's delightfully slightly evil. (Probably immature of me to say that, but according to you he's an abuser and liar and cheater, so... no sympathy for him!)

I generally don't have sex until I'm emotionally bonded to someone because otherwise it's no fun for me, so I didn't know until it was too late.

Oh, lord, no. My mind told me that it was a sign that I WASN'T just inept at getting aroused and took it as free license to slut around a bit with someone whose last name I didn't/don't know for the next twenty minutes.

Yay! (:

"Also, is it satisfying to revenge fuck if the only person who knows it is happening is YOU?"

Because I have only a slight idea who this woman is and have no desire to know more (Awkwafina took up all of my "hey, there's a video on Jez, let's watch it OH NO" points for the month)... can we talk about how weird the English euphemisms are for "pregnant?" "With child" sounds just so... odd/vaguely Victorian,…

Not from what I've seen/experienced. Granted, I'm kind of in queer limbo because I'm stereotypically female-looking (long hair, hourglass figure, feminine facial features) yet I wear mostly menswear (blazers, ties, button-downs, etc). So basically what happens is hetero people will meet me and not be sure if I'm…

Well, I've got a Maybelline 14-hour Lipstick sitting in my pocket at the moment... great.

1.) I have never referred to my tits as anything other than "tits" or "rack" outside of a doctor's office since I was twelve. If you think it's a "vulgar" name or a "misogynistic" name just because it's got "tits" in there.... well, tough titties. Is it misandrist when I say "balls to you" to someone I loathe as a…