Oh, this happens to me all the time, too. A few years ago I spoke to my father about something he made me do (not sexual or harmful, just a scary physical swimming challenge) when I was very young, and he vehemently denied that anything like that and would never do that to a young girl. Yeah—he may not remember it…

Referring to white women as such is not only gross hyperbole, it is fundamentally false.

Thank you for this.

My mom’s isn’t. And she keeps it covered sitting on a bowl of ice cause who needs warm potato salad swimming in bacteria?

I’m so confused! This definitely looks like Bantu knots to me, or at the very most undefined Bantu knot-out. But it most certainly doesn’t look like a defined twist out.

That trailer was so Black, it made wypipo say, “but what about Captain America?”

Colorado, Virginia, New Mexico, and Nevada went for Clinton. Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Michigan went for Trump. This whole map is way off.

When it comes to talking about sexual assault, I’ve noticed that men (in some cases, I’ve heard some things from fellow women), hold onto this notion that rapists are strangers in baklavas and holding knives. But, when I mention that all of my rapists were men that I grew up with, they consider me to be the exception.

Ok, here goes. Writing this out makes me want to barf. 

I will only use headphones alone in my house with my back to a wall. Every time I try use them when I’m walking around my house, I hear “turn around. turn around. turn around”, and then my dog or cat touches me and I shriek and they run off and I pee myself just a tad, partly because I have freaked myself out and…

So, in her life, my mom has gone through some shit. Sometimes, she’s not the most reliable narrator, but she tells this memory so consistently and with such emotion, that I believe her. She grew up in the late seventies, and eighties. My grandma was (still is tbh) a disaster. Grandma was part of the California…

This happened to me about ten years ago while I was attending college at West Virginia University. At the time, I was really into backcountry camping, which for reasons that will become obvious, I am not into anymore. One of the benefits (actually probably the only benefit) of attending college in West Virginia was…

This story isn’t supernatural but it’s 100% true and probably the closest I’ve (knowingly) come to being in serious trouble.

Reposting my tale of my almost-murder from last year.

My senior year of college, my boyfriend lived off campus and so we spent a lot of time at his place. It was out in the middle of no where, surrounded by woods and only accessible by this one lane country road. One night, around Halloween, we decided to watch the movie The Strangers. It’s a horror movie about a couple…

Omg I was thinking of the murder date story with the gay guy who went on a date with a guy who had chains in his basement and then escaped and hid while waiting for an Uber. OF COURSE there are multiple murder date stories.

YOOOOOOOOOOOO that murder date guy was another chilling one. FUCK ALL OF THAT TO HELL

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

YES. THIS IS MY FAVORITE POST OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not for nothing, but this really made me appreciate that my husband just “gets” stuff like this. When I’m out of the house, I don’t have to ask him to do anything because he just knows it needs to be done. I went to dinner with a friend the other day and came home to a completely clean home, the kids bathed and…