Delia's in its heyday was just a distributor, correct? It peddled other brands' wares: Free People, Roxy. Now, judging from its labels (they just say Delia's) it's strictly a manufacturer: it makes its own poor-quality fast-fashion, with material that is basically transparent and hanging (literally) by a thread. Alloy…

Written by Kim Hutt, my homegirl from the lhabia.org UBB days.

It works for me insofar as I get to laugh delightedly and say "wow, that's some next level negging" and watch their eyes get all big and saucer-y.

I don't know if it's still a feature, but at least two years ago there was a "notes" section where one could, presumably, prep their email to you or jot down what they think of you (in case they come upon your profile later and don't remember why you're in their history or why they bookmarked you or whatever).

I completely get this. My parents even told me they wonder sometimes if they abused me and don't remember, because they, too, really don't understand why I don't just...LOVE them. Like, doting, intimate, can't-function-without-contact love. And I too fear that when the day comes, I won't be able to handle it.

Mills. Honestly, though, they're all the same—with the exception of maybe this one Catholic women's college in LA that was super tiny and probably funded by the church next door, since women's colleges are by law private, they are all spendy, MADDENING affairs.

Cool, we get it, you're unfazed by all the things. Let other people feel fazed, delete, and move on.

Because those are the only options.

Ah, that was you reaching into my mouth and plucking the words from them. :)

But but but, plane tickets for the end of December are not expensive because it's the end of December. They're expensive because of...holiday travel. The problem, you see: we would just be shifting it.

Sending hearts to you, stranger. <3<3

When hella proceeds a word starting with a vowel, it's helluv.

"I don't like a woman that..."
No, racist shitwit, you don't like a woman WHO.
WHO is what we use for people.

She was also totes into sterilizing women of color, but let's just continue to sweep that under the feminist historian rug. Besides, didn't you hear Paula Deen went outside today?!?!? Those damn southerners and their monopoly on American racism!!!

Egging the Yale campus in protest? Non-consensual brunch.

Big kitty isn't as bothered by it at first as you might expect! you can tell by the whiskers. If big kitty were pissed those whiskers would be against their face. But their whiskers are pointed out, almost like reaching for a hug. A hug! DAWWWW.

Exactly! And while the bullying that cis girls experience when they fall outside of conventional standards of beauty is serious, the *violence* trans girls experience in particular (because sexism/heterosexism/transmisogyny are so pronounced) must be an additional kind of hell.

Sort of related, I was looking at photos accompanying the HuffPo article and noted how teeny she is, and how she (guh I hate myself typing this) can more quickly be read as female in part because of that—and I wondered (she types with Carrie Bradshaw's voice in her head): considering the pressure teen girls are…

Oh man. The water in my efficiency off Telegraph and West Grand was guh-guh-guh-ross—roughly the same as licking a rusty pipe. I picked up a compulsory Crystal Light addiction to deal with it even though that shit gives me helluv heartburn. And who knows what else it does.

I didn't even get that far. The pain was just TOO ACUTE.