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You’d think so, but this was Texas, so logic wasn’t really their strong suit - especially around reproductive health and education. I think they figured if we made sex sound as disgusting as possible it’d encourage abstinence. (And, to clarify, the programs were targeted at college students, so the minors weren’t the

When I was in college, I did sexual health presentations through the campus health clinic. Long story short, we realized that the reason we could show photos of genitals to minors (in full-color and enlarged on an overhead projector in tax-funded programs!) was because bureaucratic logic quite clearly held that “it’s

Like that episode of the Twilight Zone, but without the over-the-top suspense/twist? I really like the concept, but I wonder how it would need to be presented in order to make a story that white audiences would sit through for 90-210 minutes.

It’s an asshole move, to be sure, but given how much pressure she’s always been under - even while pregnant - to do whatever it takes to maintain her looks (on which, especially at the beginning, the family empire really relied) I can understand where the resentment and vitriol aimed squarely at the one family member

To be fair, it’s not so much about having ever engaged in dirty talk as it is about having such dreadful taste that it fits in with a much larger narrative about generally being ill-informed and out-of-touch (as Charles is commonly depicted.) There are a lot of ways to tell your lover you want to be inside her.

I’m going to advocate that you learn to measure yourself; while some stores are good at this, they’re only ever as good as the staff that happens to be there that day (and you may always wonder whether that’s really your size, or just the closest thing to it that they keep in stock. ALSO weight gain/loss over time and

It’s honestly not that weird; just another form of code-switching. You’re not having to remember “who you are” because you’re always yourself - a new name/nickname/handle isn’t dissociative identity disorder. The only thing that changes is what the people around you say to get your attention. Which is something

Jolie, this is late because I save your column for when I am sad - its ability to cheer me up with thoughts of fixing at least some of the problems in the world is as reliable as your advice on how to do so.

I have been a loyal reader since the ‘Pin, and will look forward to reading your columns for Esquire. I know

Practically walkable!

Thing is, the “hug” kind of pressure from a corset is actually therapeutic for some kinds of anxiety. (And it can also have benefits for people with over-stimulation issues resulting from autism-related symptoms.) Not to the extent that you need to tight-lace for the benefit, at all, but Temple Grandin created her

In our (American) defense... Greater London has spread so far and now encompasses so much of what used to be distinct towns that we assume it will eventually spread to annex the whole of England. Every time I find out Reading is still a separate place I’m faintly surprised. ;-)

Would you talk about it? I understand if you don’t want to, but your voice is valuable, and we would hear you.

If you’re the sort of person who does crafts or makes presents, then - yeah - you start that early. So I give the craft and fabric stores a pass on when they have their merchandise out. (I also expect them to have Halloween costume stuff available in August, so... that’s where I’m coming from, just for context.) It’s

I mean... it’s funny until you watch someone you love slowly break down and ruin their life because they cannot stop. (Like a lot of things - it’s all fun and games until something horrible happens and affects you directly.)

If we didn’t have movies and books about shadow governments (or just gossip and rumours about how the queen or the council or the WHOEVER is using magik moste fowel to influence the king), we’d have myths and legends about gods and immortals that like to play with our lives simply to make fools of us all.

There’s a lady who posts on one of the other forums I frequent who is in a swing-dancing club with him. (She had video proof.) He is apparently as delightful IRL as any of us could possibly wish; she also says he has a reputation as an excellent dance partner. (She generally dances lead, and so does he, so they

Never, ever, ever watch the (very funny) movie Joe’s Apartment.

In (partial) defense of the “you have to get measured” folks... I would advocate that women should measure themselves. Because, yes absolutely, style/manufacturer/etc. affects fit. But a lot of people’s approach to bras is the trial-and-error method - and what’s available in stores to try on may not be even close to

I hate that excuse. I registered as a Republican when I lived in Texas specifically so that I could vote in the GOP primary - it was often the only way to have a voice in the election, since the Democratic opposition was nonexistent in local and down-ticket races. You had to pick the lesser of two evils, always. Not

I did not know that!