I can’t wait until I’m not an intern anymore. I get academic credit, sure okay whatever, but I also have to spend 21 hours a week there and take four lecture classes, which makes it almost impossible to work enough to, like, eat. Unpaid internships should be illegal.

I guess if my mom wants to come to my bachelorette party she can, but only if she’s willing to tolerate A LOT of Scrabble and Oreos.

I’m 31 and have been using the internet since I was 10. I stopped using LOL around age 12. This news is pleasing to my cold black heart.

I’ve heard of body worship as a kink, but it’s not my thing, nor has it come up in any previous relationships (or my current one). My sweetie does love to touch my breasts at any opportune* moment, but it’s more of a comfort thing and inside joke than anything else.

I was more referring to Titslover McGee up there in…

I hate it when men try to gaslight me into being a goddess or whatever. I am perfectly comfortable with my body but don’t feel the need to worship any particular parts of it, nor have anyone else worship it. But if I’m not giving off goddess energy (???) or dancing naked around a bonfire every night or having period…

The other day it was like 95 degrees out and I was having an exceptionally heavy period. I had to spend time outside at the kind of event that required a dress (and anyway my shorts were all in the wash). My crotch was just soaking wet the whole fucking time. Couldn’t tell if it was sweat or blood or both, but it was…

Sometimes I think I wouldn’t mind if me and the feller were very slightly open, like if I could go on occasional dates from time to time. But I knew when we got together that a previous attempt at nonmonogamy had gone horribly, and I value his feelings more than my ladyboner.

Dude, my boyfriend and I don’t even follow each other on Twitter, and we didn’t publicly comment on each other’s Facebook posts until we had been together a year. No one likes to see couples being mushy like that.

As a Certified Jewish Person, this kind of stuff makes it really hard to be Jewish around some types of Christians. I am not a toy for them to play savior with.

Couldn’t tell ya, that was my first visit in 3 years, and the rabbi was new (and is also I swear like 25).

I dunno, dude, I went to a Conservative Jewish synagogue yesterday morning and the rabbi gave a blessing to two men from the congregation who are marrying each other in the synagogue later today. Seems like at least some religious types can get on board with LGBTQIA+ folks being normal human beings.

Before cell phones were common, calling long distance was hellaciously expensive. We used calling cards - you had to dial a toll-free number, enter a code, then enter the number you wanted to call. Then the whole thing was billed to you monthly. In middle school, I had moved cross-country away from my sisters, and I…

Camille Paglia is a straight-up monster from another dimension.

IKR? When I gave it back during the breakup he was really upset. Didn’t mean anything, huh?

A while ago an ex gave me a ring that “didn’t mean anything” (thanks for saying that in front of my whole family, dude) so when we split a few weeks later I gave it back. I wonder if he ever gave it to anyone else.

My partner’s ex is his ex-wife of 7 years. I’ve really been trying to avoid learning much about her beyond the salient details (when and why they split up, basically). I don’t want to compare myself to her. That’s too much pressure. Thankfully my dude is not trying to remake me in her image, as others with significant…

Agreed. I’ve done the open thing before and so has Mr. Brotherjo, but together we are monogamous period end of story. We’re also both fiercely feminist, individually and as a team. The one has nothing to do with the other.

I feel like sometimes I get pressured not to be monogamous from people outside our relationship…

So if feminism is all about sex, then what about asexual feminists?

I have two long scars on my arm from when my now-deceased cat got spooked by something and flew away from the something with all his claws out. He went from the floor to the arm of the couch (where my arm was) to the other side of the room without stopping. Poor kitty.

I can respect a dislike for tomatoes...but then why order a BLT, especially when something close to what you described was also on the menu?