the very few places that gays have to congregate being overrun by straights

I thought we were supposed to not feel sexual needs at all.

They should have a variety. Not everyone likes swollen dudes with their veins popping out. Swimmer’s body, yes. Runner’s body, yes. Hell throw in a sumo too, more to look at and appreciate. The beauty of the male body, whilst eating wings.

Am I a good or bad feminist for wanting to see men objectified in the same way we are?

Black. And the cherry pie can’t be beat.

Mmmm now make the boys willowy and ghastly and sporting flowy, fluttery black skirts and you’ll have a customer for life from me.

What? Goth ladies have “hunk” definitions too, you know.

I am now more glad that I treated my husband to a couple of dinners at Hooters, Twin Peaks, and that “Irish” one. He totally owes me this. When do we get one in my neighborhood?

As if OB/GYNs do not make gazillion bucks delivering baybeez. But no one ever talks about Big Obstetrics!

Nashville native, here.

ADX Florence is no joke.

Ugh. This guy is giving my favorite finger a bad name.

I understand the desire too, and I like to think that life in prison is a far, far worse punishment. He’d likely be sent to a supermax in Colorado, where he’ll spend most of his life in solitary confinement. And he’s young, so he might have a looooooong sentence.....

I’m against capital punishment, though I understand completely the desire to see this asshole put to death. I hope he rots in jail until he dies of a very old age.

Thank God someone finally called out Big Abortion and the massive for-profit women’s reproductive healthcare industrial complex—when will these women learn that abortions are only OK if you’re pressured into it by your married politician lover?

you said it better than i could have ever said it myself. my young life (from middle to parts of high school) i wanted nothing more than for people to find me pretty and want to date me. i had so many pretty friends and i was so jealous every time a guy would befriend me only as a way to get closer to them. but then…

Really glad someone has a nice non-creepy story!

Freshman year of HS, Todd. Sat at a table of complete misfits (but no regrets) at lunch. He was really really into Ben Folds and Oasis. He would print out lyrics/scores to their songs and then re-write them? I’m not sure. The other people at the table would be working on math homework, dissecting SPARK NOTES and one…

“She says she is passionate about avoiding gluten, dairy and coffee, but doesn’t really understand how cancer works.”

You see! Hysterical, overly sensitive woman whose equally emotional female friend can’t drive a damn car, so she has to get out, and lacking any sort of spatial awareness, falls right into a goddamn manhole. If only Grandmaster Chess Champion was there to guide her.