I heaaaart Khia. And not only because my real life, non-internet name is Kea and I consider her my personal badass spirit twin. She has an advice column called tough love which is pretty much essential reading. AND I QUOTE:

And so you don't think I'm a random nutjob—I write and edit for a living.

You are honestly the best writer on Jezebel. By a longshot. Model on the side and write your memoirs, seriously.

@Crazydogggz: Nope. I'm saying that we need to be really, really careful about saying what anyone else is sexually "entitled" to or should be sexually outlawed from, and trying to make sure that we don't base either statement on unexamined taboos (i.e. healthy kids can't be raised in atypical family situations—happens…

Not a personal experience, but one of my friends booked a trip to switzerland with his boyfriend, broke up shortly thereafter, and DIDN'T cancel the trip so they wouldn't be out the money. Because he is the most dramatic human being alive, he left the ex quite literally ON a ski lift, packed his bags and ran away to…

@nellicat: That's a really, really solid point. And as for the whole "regardless of the genetic risk, what about the emotional damage," couldn't you say the exact same thing about kids raised in families that embody some other form of societal taboo—gays, swingers, the heavily tattooed, whatever the fuck? Incest is…

I'm a third of a way through a degree in philosohpy (and another one in the history of math and science. and minors in greek and french and music theory...which, uh, is probably better evidence for my insanity than philosophy alone, but I digress). I didn't go into it because I was tortured, and I honestly don't know…

So so so tough to answer. I played a lot of doctor in my day, and I haven't grown up into any kind of rapist or sexual deviant (well...only consensual deviancy). my best friend was essentially gang raped by six boys at preschool—she was the only girl in her class, curiosity went way, way too far and it DEFINITELY…

Me and the boyfriend had our 7 month anniversary today. That is 1 month less than the number of people I've slept with, which he still does not know, and probably will never ask.

I honestly didn't notice that my boyfriend was uncut until 5-6 rounds in. I, uh, just though he was stategically ribbed. As in, for my pleasure. Not surprisingly, I now prefer my dick intact.

I swore off cars mainly because I am having what might be considered an inappropriate love affair with my vintage Nishiki Cresta, but partially, too, because I HATED FIGHTING ABOUT DRIVING WITH MY BOYFRIENDS AUGH. My last ex routinely screamed at me for rolling over a curb while paralell parking ("you'll break the…

I went to high school with Rumer Willis for a couple of years. We kept in touch vaguely (see: facebook) and she actually DID become a pack a day smoker in college. We weren't really friends and I never really disliked her, but I have to defend her here, for a girl who boys said "looked like someone set her face on…

ugh. want. If I didn't already have carpal tunnel from writing this 20 fucking page junior thesis/6 hour stretches of rock band to divert from said thesis.

An actual, not-sarcastic (I think?) quote from my stepmother:

No lie: a male friend (many, many years ago) swears he employed a sandwich bag and a rubber band in lieu of a condom. I cannot fathom the grossness.

my boyfriend has a snoring problem. I have quickly developed a "punching him in the chest in the middle of the night" problem. Usually, he wakes up, stops snoring for long enough for me to fall asleep, falls asleep himself, and remembers nothing of my assaulting him in the morning. Sometimes, uh, he gets a little…

@petuniacat: also in response to MrsButterworth obviously-

So I was a teen model, and had crippling self esteem issues because I NEVER looked the way in pictures the way I thought I looked in real life, especially in comparison with other girls. I did the whole anorexia/bulimia/only eating lettuce gambit, grew up a little, and started doing portrait photography. I realized…

Well, yeah. Did anyone else that one incredibly effusive vogue piece a few years ago about her, accompanied by a cover shoot where she was clad in nothing but thigh-high boots and a christmas hat or somesuch nonsense? And they SOMEHOW managed to milk a story about "Kate Moss as the last silent celebrity" into a 4 page…

My given name is Kelly, and as soon as I went to sleep-away camp when I was nine I made up a new name which, somehow, stuck with me for the rest of my life. Years later, I found out that "Kelly's" are statistically most likely to be promiscuous. So...infer nothing.