Except (contrary to what the opposition is saying) this isn’t about legalization, which most sex workers oppose. This is about decriminalization, which is a very different thing.

Sex tapes of celebrities published without their permission? No thanks!

To be fair, does sound like the 500 calories wouldn’t, you know, necessarily stay in your stomach long enough to do owt to your waistline.

Jesus. Plane trips are bad enough without random people fucking on them.

My boob.

Just great how you dehumanized victims of drug addiction as violent savages.

It’s a bit ridiculous though. A man doesn’t have to be a weekend rapist to know there are men out there who want to hurt women and that women are less equipped to defend themselves. A lot of men understand the dangers other men pose to women just as well as women do simply from having ears, eyes, and a brain.

This really made me roll my eyes — I grew up a couple towns over from Colfax and it is not this ominous, hillbilly backwater that the author is making it out to be. Not everyone is on meth, not everyone is armed and looking to prey on solo female hikers. This isn’t deliverance. I get that that isn’t quite the dramatic…

Love it. I had really tiny shoulders as a child and my straps would always fall down. My mom says there was another little girl at preschool who would follow me around fixing them all the time.

This is my mom when she was 20, shortly after she had her first baby (my much much older sister) my mom had me when she was 43. At the age of 68, she's still one hot woman :)

Well, hellooo....

My mom

My mom, circa 1960 or ‘61. She’s about seventeen here.

If the meth man were a zombie, this would be the beginning of a great short story. She’s a good writer.

The real thing. Sterling Ice Cream Bar, MA.

No.

Photo of said 13 cats would be amazing to see...

My cats have never defended me like this, but I still love them. The most they’ve done is give people that evil death glare when I’m upset with them (them being the people), and pee on my husband’s clothes when I’m mad at him. They also will gang up on my husband and give him the group glare of death. Won’t hurt or…

When I was a kid, we had a black cat named Pud who would follow my sister and I on our Girl Scout cookie route. Little boys down the block thought we were witches. Pud was also BFFs with our neighbor’s dachsund.

Weird, I was just thinking about this kitty. It actually makes me tear up a bit to watch her take down the dog. My sister has a cat whom I refer to as the nanny cat- sister also has six children, all of whom the nanny will follow down the street and guard. Once, nanny was standing in the middle of the sidewalk when a…