Thankfully, no. I like my lingerie/tain-touching items a little more...matte.

That house-demolishing sex looked pretty awesome, though.

So much yaaaas.

If I wore that with my dude, I think he'd be worried that I'd developed some weird vajazzular STI.

Submissive Urination is a hilarious concept. I feel like it's terrible in reality, but imagine it in humans.

And on every counter, couch, and semi-fuck-on-able surface!!

Thank you so much, Jezzies.

Please and thank you.

In the mean time, can said Slut-Whore-Ex-Girlfriend ask for some advice:

I've been flashed on the bus four times in the past year, and I still don't think it's funny.

That said, though I've been taken to task for it by sanctimonious ladies.

I get the exact opposite set of reactions when I hang out with the biracial two-year-old I nanny for. At least five people have stage-whispered near/at me about how "young mothers THINK they're beating biology but really they're wasting their twenties." Is this another facet of privilege for me to be appalled by?

I wouldn't be so quick to jump down the throats of people performing these tattoos/operations, if only because breast cancer patients/mastectomy survivors and m-to-f transsexuals could use them.

Be careful; that might be a red flag.

I hope I'm not being hyperbolic, but I read this in a really judgmental tone, too, Erin.

I'm with you- people often abuse the kind of anti's that I'm on, and it really gives us who need 'em a bad name.

Preach the truth.

Preach. As a scene veteran, if you can't get to an actual playparty, erotica> porn.

Also, the awesome fallacy that led to the Rest Cure that women who exercised body parts other than their wombs would deprive them of blood and other (in Strangelove voice) "precious bodily fluids" and therefore be unable to reproduce.

My sister and I had gerbils (Harriet Tubman, and Judith The Decapitator, respectively) and hers literally ate the arm off of mine. It was appalling. Talk about lady-on-lady crime.