“Is it really true that men who pay sex workers think they literally own you and you have to do whatever they say?”

Give sex worker money.

I mean, I don’t want to kink shame someone’s choice of body modification, but this is disturbingly close to my impressions of foot binding.

Right? Especially those idiotic ballet pointe toe heels that were in for a while.

The first thing I did when I retired from sex work was chuck every single pair of stilettos I owned into the goodwill box, because fuck high heels, fuck walking in them, fuck standing in them, fuck ball kicking in them, fuck them for ever.

This is what happens when white girls try to Jheri Curl. 

That hairstyle, oof. Not good. 

Yeah, before you jump too hard on the “let’s blame the moms!” express, please note the pronoun used here:

Why the fuck should I care what YOU think your invisible sky daddy wants me or my kids to wear?

The book was the literal paper interpretation of the word “meh”. 

Yes, but “Atlanta” Bieber is still the BEST Bieber.

Exactly. It’s nonsensical. Perhaps the kids who have a more balanced diet come from homes with more economic stability - fast food is cheap, whole foods (and the time to shop for and cook them) are expensive.

Cool, so it IS a Trump daughter doll. 

Things I have learned in my quest to TNR the momma cat and kittens camped out in my garage: tiny kittens are wiry and strong as hell; cats can run faster than my garage door can close; if you tame one enough that you can pet it and it walks around mewing when it sees you, congrats you now own a new cat. 

This was not being mocked behind my back - this was a group of dudes mainsplaining to me, to my face, about what MY GOALS for MY OWN BODY should be.

No, this is not caused by the stupid train. This is caused by being the eternal optimist who thinks that they can fix things, if they love hard enough or well enough.

That fourth doll from the right... is that doll... dead? 

“She was seeing someone who claimed to have multiple personalities, one was a wolf, another a dragon, and the list goes on”

I dated (lol.. no, mostly just fucked) a guy who was the human equivalent of a big dumb goofy dog, which is what Pete reminds me of. The BDE was real, as was, more importantly, the BLT energy (big long tongue). Super fun, then morphed into super annoying, then super intolerable, then super done.