Well, mostly, I was thinking, “Why isn’t Kayna telling Tyga that his music sucks?” But, yes, that too. Kris and Caitlyn have really sucked as parents.
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The way this was written is glorious.
My mom is the mom that gets hella joy out of making me feel like a bad daughter.
Sooooo many stories from my powerful and intense and difficult and deeply loving mom... but I think the best story about her is her own. I’ve struggled to reconcile some of our differences over the years, but I remain deeply in awe of the woman who raised me.
My mom’s life story is objectively amazing: the daughter of…
probably someone who is herself not comfortable in your own mind, married a man she truly loved, was left by that man to raise their child, and then is told through her dealing with all that constantly that her husband is the modern John Lennon, is a rock god, and is just constantly presented with how amazing he is…
Can you link to your CL post? That’d be awesome! And well done with the sleuthing.
Come to SF for that date in June when RBG will kick some ass into making gay marriage an inalienable right. Couch surf. Meet hella gorgeous, happy people with their own apartments in the Ca$tro. Have all the sex. Get married.
Step 1: Cut off half my hair and dyed it bright purple at the suggestion of the cute boy in physics with whom I was now free to make out at will (a delightful fact I promptly took non-monogamous advantage of).
Step 2: Put on 20 pounds of muscle doing gymnastics and ballet, earning an ass that got me proposed to weekly…
When my partner left me in 2006, I was devastated. After I talked myself out off the ledge, I took my child and fucked off to a beach town in South America where I rented an apartment. I partied hard and cried like a crazy person. After I was cried out and had let go of my partner, I felt much later. The next day I…
Everyone else has good tips! I have more. :)
I’m actually going to give you guys a nice story, but before I do, let me preface it by assuring you that as a closet case who was in the gifted program and suffered from a chronic illness that caused excessive sweating in a conservative, rural town, school was basically a horror show for me. So this was an anomaly.
Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.
One look at time on…
I feel like you totally stole this from the plot of some rom-com I can’t remember. I feel like now you need to try to track him down, experience a series of hijinks, and then fall in love all over again. It’s the right thing to do.