I admit I sort of giggled when I first heard of this... Until I realized, back when I was working as a server, that I would always stop and savor the sound of throwing away leftover mussel shells in broth. It's this soft slinky clinky sound and it was always my moment of Zen on rushed nights. I'd even clear them off…

because if you actually read the article, you would know that she literally has to toss the babies into the cremation chamber. There is no tool for inserting them like an adult.

Looking at this again, years later, I am wondering if the artist took nebulas as the backdrop and fashioned then as clouds... I'm guessing that they did.

the lady with the curly hair and hot pink lipstick is my elderly soul mate. Someone give her my jezebel name so we can be besties.

Thank you for the hugs, and really, I'm ok! Promise!!

Just because you don't understand how it happens doesn't mean it doesn't happen.

To be fair, I probably could have had an anal rape kit done or something but I wasn't in that headspace.

There is a point, but it's one that I couldn't see at that time in my life. The thought of describing the exact scenario to someone was horrifying for me. Having my mom know these things happened in her house, etc. Like I said, I tried to fix him after. I still had feelings for him even if I knew that what he did was…

I'm sure it's common, but you don't read about it much. That's why I thought it was important to share here. How do you report something like that? Who would take you seriously? I mean, it wasn't like, rape-rape, and he's a nice guy, and blah blah blah. I see it with a lot more clarity now than I did at the time.

I don't mind if you star it. I think stories like this are important! I went on to have plenty of satisfying sexual experiences in my twenties, dated some weirdos, some nice guys, etc. Pretty par for the course. Met my current boyfriend when I was 26, and that was 6.5 years ago. We live together, bought a house. I…

I do now. I don't think I can say for sure how much it really affected me, because the only way to know wouldbe to compare me to a me that that didn't happen to. I'm basically over it, and have been for a long time, but I thought it was important to share. I'm sure plenty of other women have had very similar…

I was dating a guy. Maybe not like getting married seriously, but we were definitely dating. We were also sleeping together. One night we were out drinking. He came over. We were having vaginal sex. Then he forced himself into my anus after repeated "No!"s. Several repeated forceful nos.

I NEVER get whipped cream on iced drinks anywhere. It's never good. Except if I'm unlucky enough to get an iced coffee at Panera. Their iced mochas are so watery you need the whipped cream. That said, I don't care much for Starbucks' iced mochas either. They always have a powdery taste. But, you know, any port in a…

It's pumpkin spice latte weather in NW PA, that's for sure. I had a long cozy sweater on yesterday.

it would take like five minutes to scan a color picture. Good times!

I aactually ended up registering my own domain around that time, aand I wwould use it to scan and upload photos for my friends so we didn't have to get quadruple s pprinted every time we went to WWal-Mart. IIt wwas sort oof an early instagram for a vvery ssmall group.

I honed a lot of html skills there also!!

That's cool, and I checked it out, but it seems very different than the site I was visiting constantly at 17/18 years old. Glad to see though! The internet changes just like people do, I guess.

I replied on your comment too, but yes. Gawker and Google both say yes. For "moth stuck in..." the first two autocompletes were "ear" and "my ear." Uggghhh.

ok, so my curiosity was piqued and I googled "moth in ear" and the first result was a Gawker page with even more stories...