Grammar quibble - the cat “was the size of” or “weighed as much as”, not “weighed the size of”.

The born agains definitely missed that memo. I attended a truly awful “sex and relationships” talk at a local evangelical church when I was 16 or 17, because my friend was dating a guy who went there and she wanted the moral support. She was an emancipated teen with a truly messed up past including rape. We had to sit…

My grandmother got married in 1952 at the age of 29, in a blizzard, and wore purple velvet. My mother got married in 1973 at the age of 19 and wore pale blue dotted Swiss. I got married in 1999 at age 23 in sage green brushed microfiber (ahhhh, the 90s).

My doctor pronounced my hymen “mostly gone” at my first pelvic exam, which was at least a year before I had sex. And I still had a mostly gone hymen until I gave birth the first time and tore rather spectacularly, some 10 years after I started having sex. None of this is that unusual, if I’m not mistaken.

I thought my relationship with my dad was maybe a little too honest about sex when he thoughtfully collected my birth control prescription at the pharmacy. I was 19 and not married, although I was dating a guy my dad had suggested I might want to make the first move with because he seemed like a shy but decent fellow.…

YES!!

Not a turtle. I realize it’s a tiny detail, but that was definitely a tortoise.

Thank you!! My youngest son, who is 10, has a real thing for Greek mythology :)

Persephone was adopted, in a sense, before she was born. Her mother was taken in off the street, pregnant, and we helped out with care for the expecting mom and committed to adopt one of the puppies. She’s smart and playful and has a deep booming bark with which she protects the home. Her only known weakness is peanut…

Forget the bear attack. That horse going off the damned cliff at the end!

I only feel sad and weepy and empty after the really mindblowingly good and intimate sex, with the strong orgasms. Sex where I don’t climax is not that emotionally different for me from giving my husband a massage.

Your statement is not really supported by the content of the article. I only have the major post-coital sads after particularly emotionally intense sex. And I’ve been in a committed, loving relationship for 20 years. It’s more likely a natural low following a big high.

Me too, so much. For me it’s pretty addictive, too - I did a show yesterday and now I’m counting the days til my next “hit”.

Thank you! But my day job is “lawyer”, so I’m pretty secure that way ;)

I sing in a band that does rock/pop/alt covers, so all the songs in my head are the songs we’re doing. Lately it’s been a lot of Say It Ain’t So, with a side of Take Me to Church.

This is me watching so many shows.

They were definitely my babies! I found them crying in a bush near my house. They were so little I had to syringe feed them kitten formula for the first week.

I had foster kitties for a while last year. This one climbing onto my head and cozying into my hair was one of my best moments in recent history.

Yeah, WTF was that?!

I know I’m so conflicted right now!!