Aye. the rapist doth protest too much, methinks.

it would be because he’s the fucking rapist.

Yes, they are. My mom went to confession some time ago when she found out my dad was stepping out on her and the priest straight up told her that she needed to focus on her duties as a wife and mother because my father was busy being a provider and a man. Wtf

You’d think it would be obvious that, if anyone “felt bullied” by warnings of a rapist, it would be because he’s the fucking rapist.

There were no names on those notes. And yet...some male “felt bullied.” And the school suspended her.

To paraphrase another Jezebel article on the subject, oh but they are good boys

Omg...what an asshole priest!! Honestly, he’s the scariest part of the story. (Don’t  get me wrong - the rest of the story is VERY scary, but what a DICK.)

When I was in college 1.0 for a theater degree as a costume tech, I lived with my roomie in a scuzzy apartment complex, but the building I lived in was a very happy little microcosm of nice folks. It was the single nicest community of people I’ve ever lived with, they are relevant and...this one’s long. Because…

Yay! My favourite time of year. I’ve been devouring these stories for the past five years, but this is my first time sharing one of my own. This happened to my mum, not to me, but I’ve heard it so many times I feel like I was there. My mum swears this is absolutely true. I should note she was devoutly Catholic at the…

I bet if you checked into the morse code translation the knocks said “told ya so, you smug little shit”. ;)

This is my aunts interaction with another worldy demon.

OH my fucking god.

About 12 years ago, my now ex-husband and I were just married and expecting a baby. We were looking for an affordable place to live in the Southern CA mountain town my parents lived in. We found this house on the part of the mountain that didn’t get much sunlight. Most of the houses around it were unoccupied for the…

Dude, this guy I dated years ago told me the same story, but instead of Spain, it was in Chicago.

Nope, not buying it.

Fuck!!!!! That means pedro was having some Necrophilia fun. Jesus thats terrifying.

Mushroom season

I told this last year, I think, but it’s worth sharing.

I grew up in a small town on the Oregon coast, and it was the summer of my senior year of high school in the late 90s. My best friend and I were asked to house sit for some family friends of ours as they drove their son to college back east. They’d be gone for a whole month—jackpot! The family was one of the wealthier…