Your last paragraph is what I yelled at an anti-sex work billboard I went by on my way to pick up Other Mother at the airport.
Your last paragraph is what I yelled at an anti-sex work billboard I went by on my way to pick up Other Mother at the airport.
I had to explain to an AP English class that it means "bundle of sticks" in the context we were reading it in. A bunch of students got the brilliant idea to tell assholes at that school to stop calling people a bundle of sticks.
The slightly sexy times I had with a girl recently was the only time I've enjoyed dirty talk, largely because she referred to my genitals using terms for male genitalia.
I did get an immature vibe from him, but compared to The Holocaust Denier, this guy, who is 18 years younger, is the most mature person out there.
…he also did a nice job of making my chai latte (with coconut milk) this morning…
True story: My sister is a barista and works with a guy named Taylor.
There was one day I half-assed presenting masculine and I was in line at Aldi when a dad with his two kids started talking. We discussed how you have to have a laser focus at Aldi and he said, "It's a man thing, am I right?" I responded with "You know it!" Because of that, I do agree with you. I just always have this…
I think I also left out that I blocked him on my phone so there's no way I'm seeing him again. But, yeah, in hindsight, he's a painfully self-absorbed person who probably tries to get a reaction out of people to feel fulfilled.
I have yet to meet someone who is a Rick and Morty obsessive and not an asshole.
Oh, he's been blacklisted on my phone. There is no way in hell he'a seeing me again.
Sadly, no, but I now have something to add to my list of fantasies about him.
I am not on hormone therapy because I have no health insurance—thanks, Act 10!—but I am dressing masculinely/binding/packing and using a male name and pronouns. My life feels 100 percent better and I feel much more at ease. (I am not binding and packing for my plane travel today to avoid extra TSA screenings, but I am…
I almost shot juice out of my nose while reading this. Good job, Lurky.
The annoying part of his "comedian" defense is he's a Ph.D. student in engineering. One of my exs, who I am still on very good terms with, is working on her Ph.D. in aerospace engineering and she makes it sound pretty far from being a comedian. So as a result, I really have a hard time buying his "I'm a comedian"…
I cannot agree with this enough.
The other candidate for The Worst Sex I've Ever Had has the problem of being too porny, but at least there was something done in there besides just thrusting. And it lasted more than 15 seconds.
I agree completely with Loretta West. I have conversations with the Cute Barista at my Starbucks, even if they're very short. I've gotten to know he's a musician and he asks me all the time about my kindergarteners. He even joked around with me when I ordered a venti cold brew instead of my usual grande. (What he…
The Cute Barista at my Starbucks is a barista and a musician.
Does he get some sort of reward for referring people to his sex worker?
I haven't had that visceral of a reaction to something in a Savage Love column since the sounding letter.