I went to the same summer camp for years and recently attended one of their weeks for adults. Amazing place. Full on German immersion since the early 1960s. Language, culture, food, architecture, all of it.

I’d say don’t fuck her! Then she might reproduce!

My wife and I met on an online blogging platform, but it was both of our first same sex relationships and we are so awkward. Not to mention living nine hours apart!

Thanks for reading! Aren’t you a huge Jezebel contributor? I feel honored!

I appreciate this, but I don’t understand the trauma aspect? The bullying eventually stopped and wasn’t physically severe, and no one ever laid a finger on me. I have no clear traumatic incidents, but rather an undercurrent of pressure is what I remember growing up.

I told this last year, I think, but it’s worth sharing.

Eating so much damn cake, especially that second piece of chocolate on chocolate cake tonight after wine and a huge meal. I have arrhythmia and I have to breathe manually right now.

Lost a third of myself in the semester (graduated early) and summer between college and law school.

Buckle up.

None. I married the first person of my preferred gender who would go out with me.

Another good birthday was my 21st. I was quite Introverted, but had cultivated three friends and a great relationship with a professor (not that kind, get your head out of the gutter). I also lived in an off campus apartment in a house belonging to a group of various Protestant groups. The pastor was a liberal…

My best birthday would be the time it landed on the day of senior prom! It was fun to do all the things, and my friends sang to me.

Duolingo yells at me a lot. I AM GOING TO PRACTICE LATER YOU CRAZY OWL!

Not my fuck buddy but the buddy of one I WAS fucking....I went into my mother in law’s room to borrow some pillows and found a vibrator and butt plug in the sheets.

I have a really silly one from a colleague of my mom.

1. Go on an upside down roller coaster. Love them but cannot stand the idea. Psychologically, I am terrified of them. I will do anything else adventurous but NOT THAT. I don’t physics good and am 100% convinced the train will come off the track, thereby plunging me to a fiery death. But on Wednesday I did it! First…

Let me set a stage here.

Let’s see. Can i tell this from the opposite perspective?

Interesting. I remember being confused about why she looked so sad. like, dude, who died? Or are you worried they’ll lose your luggage on the way back or something?

Thanks! And to make it even more absurd, I had recently begun to get help for my self-harming. But it was ok, I didn’t have to cover up at my friend’s. So there I am, barely awake, and I probably look like I’ve been attacked or something.