asirenthatcallsailorstotheirdeath
asirenthatcallsailorstotheirdeath
asirenthatcallsailorstotheirdeath

That video is so 90's. So, so 90's.

Eh. They made it too “pretty.” I believe Ellie King when she sings this. These girls are on key and have nice voices, but the feeling falls flat—it sounds like they are sheet reading this.

Disclaimer: I am a cis white woman in her 30s.
People want to see characters like themselves in games, books, movies. To the cis white males that are like, “This is not me and I’m not interested in the transgender experience,” I say, “Me too! Except by ‘transgender’ I mean ‘cis white men’.” I’m so weary of media that

I’ve come to the recent conclusion that Sanders is Daenerys. In the 5th book.

(It’s like sex on the beaches)

In elementary/middle school I was terribly bullied. There was this one kid who’d been doing it for 2 years. I remember one day in class—during that slight free time before the end of the period but the lesson is over—he was just going at it. It was an unrelenting torrent, all the kids were laughing at me and joining

I’m confused as to why the movies completely ignored the third book. Not that the third book was great, but this movie seems like a rehashing of the first two, whereas the book tried something different. I guess what I’m saying i s that the 3rd book wasn’t great and when I read this headline I was hoping the movie

So if you’ve ever watched True Blood and The Vampire Diaries, the actress who played the the shapeshifter love interest and the witch who created the dopplegangers respectively is now the young female cop on The Mysteries of Laura. So never say never!

I like to smell spicy. I tried a cinnimon essential oil but it gave me a rash. Lady Gag’s Fame was my jam for a while, but I was looking for a Fall scent and discovered Bat&Body Works’ Dark Kiss. I’ve been wearing it long past fall now because I get so many compliments on it.

So, my vulvadynia means I can’t use tampons or use a cup. I really love my cloth pads, but overnight? Nah. I don’t know what this woman’s sitch was, but I don’t wear anything overnight and it does jack shit. Like, I might get some blood on my thighs immediately adjacent to my vagina, sometimes, but usually there’s

My child brain somehow mixed up scarlet fever and lice. So when I got lice and my parents to to put all my stuffed animals in the dryer I FLIPPED MY SHIT. I was certain they were lying to me and going to burn them once I feel asleep. I insisted that I be present for the full duration of their handling.

I am a decent-looking woman and I was on Tinder/OKC for a year and I got ZERO dates from contacting a guy first. The majority of the time I didn’t even get a response back, and the times when I did we’d sporadically chat for a week until he just stopped responding. (I went on lots of dates from guys who messaged me

Like, I know what snapchat is and know the logistics of using it, but I don’t get it. At 33 I don’t usually feel old, but when the 23-25yrs-olds (and the thirsty 35-yr-old bro babies) in my office snapchat each other during meetings and such, I feel ancient.

I loved being a Girl Scout and I love eating GS cookies, but selling them was a nightmare. My parents actually refused to sell them at their work to teach me work ethic or something (disclosure: I have an social anxiety disorder so forcing me to interact with strangers was not the best thought out tough love plan), so

A dumped a guy that had gotten waaaaaay too clingyy during a relatively short dating period (3mo). He started crying and walked slooooowly to my door. Then he turned to me, expecting me to stop him. When I didn’t he put his hand on the doorknob, expecting me to stop him. Again I didn’t, and he slooooowly turned the

My grandfather was the kindest man. Everyone loved him. Being his only granddaughter, we had a special bond. A few years before his death he developed dementia and it was gutwrenching. He didn’t always remember he had a granddaughter, but when he did, he didn’t remember that I was her. Obviously I never blamed him,

When air travel is awesome, I will dress respectably. As long as we’re squeezed in like chattel, I will wear my cozy sweater and pj bottoms. I don’t want special treatment, I want to happily and comfortably doze for the duration of the flight, which a blazer and jeans hinder.

I have vestibulities and I did PT with an amazing woman for about 2 years. Unfortunately it wasn’t covered, but she worked with me on the cost of treatment. First thing she would do was align my hips. Then she would knead the walls of my vagina and around (but not in) my anus. Then we’d do biometric feedback (or at

Something like this happened to me in college. I had a bf back home, but a guy—let’s call him Bob—I was getting to know as part of my new friend group doggedly persued me. I was very clear about not being interested in him romantically. We had a class together and during finals at the end of that school year we were

I spent two years trying to date men I met out in the wild. I ended up going on a lot of shitty firts dates and had a spate of meh one night stands. I went to bars, plays, networking, art shows, clubs, meetups (It was exhausting, like having a 2nd job)...and it was just brutal. I finally bit the bullet and signed up