I fucked the groundskeeper in the garden shed of the church next door to my house. He was hot in a Vincent D'Onofrio Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead kind of way. He was 6'4" and muscular but a little soft around the middle, with a hairy butt and a girthsome dick. He had thick hair and long eyelashes. He bent me…

You are a good person. I totally would have made him bring his dog inside, too.

When I was 18, I lost my virginity to a guy who had an injury which required his head to be stabilized by a metal contraption (example below). I had given him a ride home and he asked if I'd have sex with him so I did. Basically, I lost my virginity to the Tin Man. He didn't need oil, thank god.

As a college freshman I thought I was hot shit going after a senior RA the first week on campus. I wasn't even attracted to him, but was swept up by all that authority. Oh, the power! One thing led to another, and when things began to get hot and heavy he bent his lips into my ear. My mind raced with excitement. …

There was more than one host? This is the only one I was aware of:

I was just glad that I didn't wake up with a gem in my belly button.

the guy who worked at an electronics store. His name was Eric Johnson but went by Lance at work. He said there was another Eric there and they couldn't have two, so he chose Lance. Lance Johnson. My friends and I referred to him as Penis Penis.

His name was Javier and I met him when I worked at the bookstore in college. He was super hot, but that's because all he cared about in the world was his body. Good for him! Good for him. But between working out and moisturizing and hair care and trimming and and and, there was...not much left. But super hot and…

Was it the iron-worker who was a secret libertarian

A guy whom after causing so much drama at a party, by drunkenly hitting on all my friends and kissing several who were already in relationships, left me something on the desk in the morning after we had sex.

The ex-boyfriend who worked sex like an ADHD jack rabbit who said, 'what, are you just going to lie there?' while hammering away. I looked at the ceiling and thought, 'peach. the ceiling needs to be painted peach' and hung onto the side of the bed.

I lost my virginity to a guy who lived on my dorm floor. He had bright blue troll doll hair and was pale as a ghost. His dorm room smelled like stinky feet. It was the worst. When I see people from college, "the troll" comes up at least once.

Class and/or Work comes second, you are to mold your life around what they want you to do. The last semester my girlfriend was in her sorority they decided that they didn't have enough people, they being the corporate entity that forces quotas and the like. They were a small sorority (of mostly horrible people) and…

You forgot the $ caveat. No cash, no sorority.

The fact that these girls don't know that French manicures are now thought tacky makes me question the whole Panhellenic system.

This seems like a great idea for any hygiene items that people are buying at Costco or similar wholesale stores; sometimes the packages give you too much for a single person to use. Maybe buy the large size of things you use and set aside one or two packaged units for your local shelter?

What Kateperegrinate said. Contact your local shelters. Most of them have donation wishlists. ALSO, don't buy your own sanitary stuff. Contact sanitary supply companies first, tell them you are working with a non profit to procure sanitary supplies and see if you can get them for free. I once had my sex-ed…

I try to make a monthly run to the dollar store and stock up on tampons, pads, shampoo, razors- all the basic cleanliness supplies. and then I take about 30-40 worth of that stuff to the local homeless resource shelter. Join me, people! It boosts your spirit and if a broke ass person like myself can put that money…

If dudes' sucks bled once a month, tampons and pads would be offered free in every public restroom right next to the toilet paper.