As a trans person I’d really love to know why cisgender people are absolutely OBSESSED with genitals. What the fuck

I just finished writing a research paper on human rights failures in Poland last week and after seeing this and the article about the polish abortion flyer zealots harassing Ukrainian refugees all I have to say is fuck Poland right to the burning fires of hell.

“Bix”

I have a few stories- but here’s the one I decided on sharing this year. It’s a longer one:

I live in London, probably one of the most haunted cities around, not too far from <a href=”https://www.royalparks.org.uk/parks/brompton-cemetery?gclid=CjwKCAjwh5qLBhALEiwAioods3-ObIl9frge2P9vAwwnXIKEEWge3fMQJrsuhep8C3f_mU9ZHmxWERoCULIQAvD_BwE”>Brompton Cemetery</a>, which I use as a cut through to Earls Court or just…

“The scary guy wants to be my friend. He wants to get in my bed and snuggle me.”

I relish these stories every year and was always so sure they were fake. But the story I’m about to tell is happening as we speak... and it’s freaking me the f* out.

A short one. I think I’m still in the greys, so any help on that front would be appreciated.

After deciding against living with my younger friend and choosing to live alone, I found a very quiet, very chill apartment complex where another friend had lived. This one-bedroom apartment had a sliding glass door out onto an untrustworthy balcony that I made no attempt to use and it overlooked a tree-filled…

It’s Momma

I wasn’t going to submit anything - in fact, this is my first time ever commenting here despite being a longtime reader. However, I just shared the below with my colleagues over lunch who encouraged me to submit. So here it goes!

I call this one “His Name Is Gus”

The Dindin Deedee

I made an account just to post this story. I’ve been wanting to do this for years, but I am a terrible writer and never comment on anything because of this, so bear with me regarding any grammatical or writing errors.

We bought a foreclosed house about 15 years ago. When we toured the inside for the first time , the realtor told us outside that a middle aged woman had lived with her elderly mom there. I tried to take pictures of the guest bedroom hallway and my camera suddenly went bezerk- whirring and heating up. It was fine after…

Another one that proves truth is scarier than fiction...

My mom died of a terminal disease a few years ago and in the following week I stayed with my dad and siblings to process everything.

I think one of the creepiest stories I’ve ever heard was from my friend Lisa, about the worst kind of ghost: the ghosts who are all too real. Lisa’s originally from the city of Rostock - a seaport in Germany. It used to be quite the big deal in the old GDR and her family have always had a presence in the shipbuilding…

When I was a kid, in the summers my family would visit my grandfather’s cabin, located in a remote area in the woods in northern New England. The nearest neighbor at that time was about 5 miles down the road. The cabin was just yards from a lake ideal for fishing and boating, and I suppose you could say that the area…

When I was a teenager, I was invited to a sleepover, and an Ouija Board was brought out.