anatolia
The Psycho(!)therapist in the House.
anatolia

My Mémé wore different Lancôme shades and she’d apply it in such a way that the lipstick would form a flat «point» in the middle (she'd apply it from two sides of the stick). When I was at her place, I'd use the phone in her bedroom. I'd sit on the bed, looking at myself in her vanity mirror, and I'd smear on a whole

I routinely go to the Korea bathhouse near where my parents live. In fact, the first time I went was with my parents. I’ve been seeing my mom naked pretty much nonstop since childhood so it wasn’t a big deal at all. I later took a friend of mine who liked it so much she ended up taking HER mom.

“Her family, however, remains unconvinced by the Waller County report”

It sounds worse than it is. It was never shameful, we have similar body types and activity levels and heart issues run in my family. It was never like “hey you’re fat”. It was never said to me in my formative years, only after my dad had noticed I had stopped running and taking care of myself. It may also Be a

My house was a semi naked house, I mean I was allowed to run around in my bra and underwear well into adulthood. My father, who never shied away from telling me I need to 1) loose a few pounds or 2) for the love of god shave your yeti legs, never made me feel uncomfortable. I’ve seen my mom naked and would shower with

I hear you, you want safety for people and advancement in medicine (to prevent further suffering), but testing on animals is pointless. It’s just a dated part of the process that needs to change.

get him, Adultosaur. for cheating.

Just for the fun of it, I’m going to wade in. Before the ad-hominem attacks, and everyone telling me that I am a horrible, disgusting person who is going to spend eternity being painted with acid cosmetics by too cute bunny demons, let me say the following:

Based on the NY Times story, it went like this:

Very soon, municipalities across the country will be required to have two coroners. One for “run of the mill” deaths and one for “person of color died while in custody and the explanation given by the police is total bullshit” medical examiner.

Yeah, honestly the commenters are easily half the reason I come here, and I think that’s true for a lot of people. There’s a lot of great stuff that gets published on Jez, but a lot of shit is just poorly-written summaries of shit that you can probably read on HuffPo or Salon, and the discussion in the comments is

I wonder how many not-unattractive 47 year old women Tony “notices.”

I lost my marriage, my job, and my home in one week. Things could be worse, I have the bank of mom and dad to fall back on, so I’m not destitute. Just in shock. My husband decided it wasn’t worth getting clean to save our marriage, so he’s leaving me. I got fired for missing too much work taking care of him. Without a

I just don’t understand how come stripping etc has to be empowered? Can’t it just be respected as a job.

Eh. He may have coined that particular term, but he certainly didn’t invent the activity.

I can’t imagine changing my last name. Maybe if I was 19 but not now.

For the better part of a year after my daughter was born, I found myself at the bottom of the darkest, most insurmountable depression of my life. I carried the feeling that I’d ruined all our lives by having her, as surely as my legs carried my body. I couldn’t—didn’t yet—feel the kind of heart-stopping love that

I generally don’t enforce dress code because I just don’t notice what kids are wearing. This irritates a couple of other teachers because I let the students “get away with it” and the have to be the bad guy.

When I was fifteen I was pretty unfashionable - well I dressed like a forty year old. Seriously, shopped at the same store as my conservative looking mother. Anyway, it’s tropical where we live, and hot as fuck. One day I go to school in my favourite outfit -high waisted, shin length floral skirt (puffy-outty, not