“It makes me angry that I’m being punished for bullying and a rapist isn’t being punished for raping people”

Am I just at an age where I now appreciate teenagers or are 15 year olds just absolutely nailing everything on the head right now?

I actually love that this is going away. I have a lot of friends who pole dance and also do bondage-type leatherwork and now I can like, like, like their stuff from my business account without fear of a stockist judging me for liking a twerking/spanking vid. BE GONE, ACTIVITY TAB.

This is pretty innocuous in the grand scheme of things but I had had it with a “friend” who took joy in trying to diminish me publicly online. I sent him a private message that read “You know, it’s been years since I’ve had a pleasant experience with you and I don’t think we need to be friends anymore.”

Short, sweet,…

That’s wild!

We got a transfer student senior year of high school who looked old and was suspicious as fuck. There were rumors he was an undercover cop that I wrote off but when I look back at his yearbook photo with 30-something year old eyes (and experience), he was FOR SURE an adult man!! I’ll never know the story…

I have no idea why they didn’t just buy that woman out for the $10M. She legally has something they want and she has every right to name her price... 

I had a custody battle over a bar. I put in the years to become a regular at my spot; he moved to town and was there daily (to the point they made him a little plaque. Red flag in retrospect). I refused to give up the bar so we had to come up with an agreement that he had a certain 1/3, I had my 1/3, and the other 1/3…

I remember being very proud that I was dating someone older until a family friend (an ex-punk legend who doesn’t mince words) literally yelled at me “RUN AND RUN FAST. Men like that will suck all the youth from you; that’s their secret to staying young.”

She was/is right.

An ex of mine was a professional ballet dancer. Any time someone gave him shit for it being ~gAaaAAaaAAy~ (or alluded as such), he’d politely remind them that he spent all day in close contact with professional ballerinas and ask which was gayer: being the one man surrounded by beautiful women... or football.

Aside from cheap toilet paper and pancake-thin pillows, my ultimate dealbreaker before I even agree to a date are men who describe themselves as boys/want to wax poetic about how they don’t feel XX years old.

When someone says that, all they’re doing is saving me time by admitting they’re emotionally stunted.

I think it’s really easy to be nostalgic about the early ‘00s if you didn’t have to live through the era of 3" zipper low-rise jeans and navigate the politics of visible thongs.

Hi. Without doxxing myself or the NGO, I used to work for a non-profit who received A LOT of money from the Leonardo DiCaprio Foundation. A. LOT.

We were/are able to do massive amounts of work and outreach because of that funding and now there are 4-5 years worth of college graduate cohorts out in the world furthering…

Belated: Yup. And I think about this encounter all the time while listening.

OoOooOoo... I experienced the trifecta. I went home with a man who had 
1. a GIANT acrylic painting of Bob Dylan hanging above his couch that he had painted himself
2. only had AXE body wash products in his bathroom (this was early 2000s when it still smelled like gasoline and teenage angst)
...yet I persisted (*shrug*…

Active dater here.

I don’t have herpes but I’ve had partners who have. Before that first one, I used to think “OMG I could never!” but now I know it’s completely manageable and transmission is completely avoidable and yea, not a big deal.

I feel bad that you all have to deal with the stigma and “the talk” but I’m…

Honestly, every time I feel frustrated that I’m pushing 40 and just CANNOT find “my person,” I look at her Instagram and realize life can be quite amazing having had multiple great loves while never finding “your person.” She’s an inspiration on multiple levels (including the fact that she’s basically morphing into…

Dated a Brazilian man. ‘Nuff said.

We call these types of men “starfish” and they’re the worst.

Enjoy your gross, scaly, calloused heels and cheese-grater pedicures, ya flip-flop wearing heathens.

This.

I was watching a similar show where everyone is beautiful and trying to show off how rich and classy they are. There’s one gal —the nastiest of them all— who always orders lemon drop shots at every restaurant they visit. What people drink and how they drink it (lookin’ at you, everyone-who-shakes-expensive-champag…

I traveled aaaaaall the way across my sloppy drunk 20s to get to all the amazing “I know who I am and what I want” sex of my 30s.

(I know that’s outside the parameters of what you’re asking but emotionally and physically, it’s been a JOURNEY.)