HegelianDiuretic
HegelianDiuretic
HegelianDiuretic

I’ve got one I call “Old Gray Thing” that I always forget to post. It was a paranormal encounter but I’m still not sure what exactly it was, and I’ve always been curious if anyone else has seen one too. I’m doxxing myself if anyone I know reads this, but here goes nothing...

This happened to me a few years ago, and I still get chills every time I think about it.

My sister still refers to a certain level of inebriation as “Rock Of Love Drunk”

In July 1932, the Nazis won the largest plurality (32 percent) in German parliament but had other parties formed a coalition, they could have held back the Nazis. But the other parties didn’t: they were obsessed with infighting over smaller differences and failed to see the larger, existential threat. This is that

I don’t know Tom & Lorenzo but would love to have cocktails with them. 

Here's a corner office at Gaultier and 750k a year. Keep 'em coming. 

I really hope that Kim and the rest do not become ‘born-again Christians’— it is going to be a series of bizarre proselytizing train wrecks like never before.

Why?

To be fair, the Bible (especially the Old Testament) is full of genocide.  Genocide is, of course, about as racist as you get.

Yes, my holidays will be fucked (and I’m going solo so I won’t even have my husband to suffer with me) BUT! Today is my birthday, so even though I know he’ll survive the senate I’m going to take his impeachment as the best birthday gift I could ever receive! 

Starting this convo with a fuck Tulsi Gabbard.

Growing up, my family lived in an apartment that was haunted. I shared a bedroom with my sister. The hallway, bathroom and my parents’ bedroom were the worst. I always felt like something was there in the shadows, waiting, watching me. When our friends would come over, they felt it too. We stayed in our bedroom or

My college dorm’s basement.

There’s a cigar bar in my city. It’s widely touted as Haunted and you can go on a “ghost tour.” I went on it once, and shockingly there was nothing especially supernatural.

During my teenage years we lived in a 200+ year old farmhouse. It was big — probably about 4000 sq ft not including the dirt cellar. Think of a small version of a plantation house and you aren’t too far off. It was in a history-rich area of the East Coast, particularly Civil War history. The oldest part of the house

This is not a haunting story but a real person story and it happened to my mom when she was a young girl.

Just Popped In To Say Hi

... That is a big ol’ helping of hot, buttery NOPE right there...

I’m someone who gets very hot easily, especially when I’m trying to sleep. I’m the type that has the ceiling fan running alongside a fan at the foot of my bed, both at full blast and both running along with my air conditioning. My room needs to be like ice for me to sleep comfortably. So when the colder months come