Not my type, but I sure appreciate how much she rocks her body. She is totally unafraid and gives zero fucks. Look at how few fucks are given right there. She’s thrilled to be on the cover. You go girl.

I’m with you. I want to hear my partner’s sexual history. I don’t *get* jealous of it. So he put his dick in someone else once, twice, however many times — good for him, I hope he had fun.

By *definition* it’s a fantasy. It’s a fictional book; right there, it never promised you it would resemble real life. If anyone happens to think it resembles real life, I’ve already written them off as having lost the Darwin game here. They’re too stupid to separate real life from a cheesy romance book. That’s…

Everyone assumes I’m a guy. I’m a woman, I’m not conflicted and overemotional, your point is silly and moot.

No, it’s about the idea that women can’t have rape fantasies and still be feminist, according to American culture. It pisses me off. Rape is not acceptable in our media. Ever. At all.

THIS.

You can be feminist and still like noncon or whatever. Also hentai. Damn I love me some hentai. :)

The reason rape fantasies are still “underground” is because anytime rape is featured in any sort of sexy books, people come online and go NOOOOO WE CAN’T HAVE RAPE IN BOOKS, IT’S HORRIBLE AND AWFUL AND WHY WOULD WE EVER WANT A FANTASY BOOK WITH RAPE IN IT?!

Apparently so. I do most of my reading on the can. Because there, nobody’s pestering me to do anything, and people won’t question why you’re spending 10 minutes in the bathroom because they don’t want a description of what they probably think is an intestinal disaster.

And Onan had nothing to do with masturbation, which makes me want to slap all the Catholics. He didn’t impregnate his dead brother’s wife, which was his duty, because he pulled out.

Agreed. The only hazards from sprays is if you apply it in the wind and it doesn’t reach you because it blows away. Easy solution, don’t do that.

Gosh that is bullshit and dumb. Don’t buy followers. Earn *real* ones. *sigh*

You win one internet.

I guess...therapy, etc. until you build real confidence on your own? Or don’t try romantic stuff with others until you have confidence enough to build basic friendship and so on?

I cannot *imagine* the level of emotional ignorance going on here with those folks. It hurts my soul.

Hey, I need some advice. How do I deal with hairdressers who spend a ton of effort and then suck?

Except very very sadly, “fake it till you make it” is told to men all the time. Why are we telling them this if forced confidence is going to just get people to dislike them?

Intestinal pain can get agonizing. Hell hath no fury like internal organs deciding they’re going to inflame at what seems like random. I’ve been on morphine for this shit before; it’s screaming-fetal-position-whimpering-into-the-phone-for-mommy kind of pain when it gets awful.

Gosh. I can only imagine the horror here. Did she want a kid? If not, what the hell is she going to do now? I’d be trying to hand off that baby faster than a ticking time bomb if I had zero idea I was pregnant (or from the stories here, could even *be* pregnant, as apparently this happens to women who like don’t get…

I cannot for the life of me figure out why dress codes at schools are even a thing. Dude, if a girl wants to come to class in stripper heels and a bikini, fucking let her, if the guys stare too much to not fail, it’s their own fucking problem. Teach the guys some self-control.