Dude.... so creepy. Gave me goosebumps. *shudders

I’m sure they do. Skeevy ol’ bastards....

I saw something similar once at a family gathering... an older family member hugged a pre-teen family member, jostled her about in his arms, patted her, pinched her waist, smiling the entire time. I was like, no.... and put myself between them. That shit was gross. The old fart’s eyes still twinkled after her as she…

Baha. We won. Go ‘Stros!

Fuck that asshole. I never liked him. He always seemed crass and strangely shrill. With his beady, sharp eyes and big, scary mouth....

Exactly. Like... I don’t think I even knew it was called a clitoris until I was in my twenties. It’s not that I was a prude, just didn’t realize that was the technical term. I feel for her. At that age I knew some men were just gross and had no business leering at me or pressing in close to me. So innocent I wasn’t,…

No shit. Wtf does that even mean? Putrid minded perv.

Hiding, nothing. Fuckers have been basking in the limelight and glorying in their perceived invincibility, free from scrutiny and persecution. Hope all those assholes are squirming on their gilded thrones.

I don’t know the story but it sounds pretty fucked up. Sadly, these types of anecdotes seem to be par for the course when bros get together to shoot the shit.

Oh, you better believe it!

And how could I forget the lack of advancement despite being told I do an excellent job and the miniscule raises cause “the company is not giving raises rn.”

Yes, so much this. We have an HR mgr who is always saying the most inappropriate things in what seems like a bid to show she’s just one of the guys. And she jealously guards her role within the company and flips if anyone does something that seems to be stepping on her toes. She and my boss get along famously. Even…

Good for you! Hope I grow the courage (savings) to quit and find another job.

It’s a good ol boys club where I work. Our president is charming but I have seen him lose his temper and it is chilling. My own boss first sexually harassed me, when I continued to refute his advances he became verbally abusive (“You dont know how to play the game! You should be sucking my cock!), then graduated to…

There may be something to that, nowyou mention it. I have noticed that from the time I learned it was a form of sleep paralysis and not something supernaturally sinister, more recent episodes of it haven’t been as frightening and I’m able to exert a certain amount of control once I recognize I’m having an episode. The…

As far as we know, the only graves in our backyard belong to our two dogs who passed away 14 and 5 years ago, respectively. It never occurred to me to think HUMAN REMAINS. Aaaarghhh!

Lol. I get what you’re saying, but believe me you don’t want the “fun” episodes of sleep paralysis. The feeling you get afterwards, the doubt cast on your sanity, on your perception of reality is far from fun. Sorry, didn’t mean to sound preachy, actually a tad jealous your episodes with SP are tame, relatively…

Beautiful but on the road, at night, in the dark, the feeling of isolation creeps up on you. You literally start to feel like all bad things are possible, and worse, they’re gonna happen to you.

It sounds like somebody is at their desk. Shuffling papers, shifting in their office chair, typing on a keyboard, opening a file cabinet. And the time I followed whatever it was down the hall was just strange. I’ve since rationalized that I’m just stressed af and hearing/seeing things.

My husband had to break it off the wall in sections because they (previous owners) had glued it to the drywall. It was an ugly mirror too... with that tacky, gold filigree design? Anyway, he tried not to break it at first, by attempting to remove the entire sheet of drywall, taping the mirror over, but despite the…