sounds like plantar fasciitis. Wraps, physical therapy exercises and supportive shoes will fix it with persistence. Youtube has good videos about it

I miss Dad

Funny, I heard “here kitty, kitty”

I need to take up a sport. I’ve just been punching my friends willy-nilly

GhostDick is my new favorite. I will retire SugarStick.

Thank you! I feel like I have been processing it in leaps and bounds lately. The presidential campaign really pulled it all together for me.

I had sex twice in high school without breaking my hymen. I pity the girl he married.

Fuck all y’all. I’m cashing in.

If it needs to be ironed, it goes to the cleaners. I’m a grown up. I have shit to do that doesn’t involve a steam iron.

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pie. it’s about pie

ba da bing!

27 years ago I had a similar experience. I still find it hard to call it rape. I use the term “an issue with consent”, because I loved him and I don’t want it have been rape. 27 years later and he is dead, but I still defend him even though I know it is betraying myself.

Isn’t this the same logic men with many wives use to keep them behind walls?

“I am constantly vigilant...”

When Dean is sad, I am sad

I’m tenacious.

Well, if a zygote becomes a person at fertilization, I’m going to need half of all my medical, travel and housing expenses from my sperm donor immediately following his deposit.

They are the 10%!!!

He’s nazi-level punchable. Brick-in-a-handbag punchable.