I just walked into my bedroom, snuggled up next to my boyfriend and whispered:

Gavin continued, “I’m never alone, I’m alone all the time, are you at one or do you lie, we live in a wheel where everyone steals, but when we rise it’s like strawberry fields,”

There won’t be one product made for her. People with Down Syndrome have body types that require clothing alterations. And this is the Paradox of Featuring Fashion Week Models with Disabilities. Of course she should walk. She should just walk in products that fit her body. Products made for Down Syndrome bodies.…

And as the cool autumn winds started picking up speed, Billy Ray walked silently up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder, “Anything to harvest this year Miley?”

You know what? No shame in her game. She’s an adult and can do whatever the fuck she wants. The Miley shamers sound like pearl clutching republicans. One worry about my own progressive base is how fucking close minded and judgey we tend to be at times.

I kind of can’t help liking this chick. The field in which she grows her fucks is clearly barren.

Excuse me, Anthony Bourdain made Coq Au Vin on a fucking janky ass boat in the middle of the Congo and he had to slaughter live chickens to do it. So weak ass diss Alton #TeamBourdain

I had no idea she had an aneurism. I can understand her frustrations, though on a milder level. I have epilepsy (going on 6 years seizure-free!), and the brain effects after a seizure are similarly infuriating, as are some of the side effects I get from my medications, which fuck with my balance and my word recall.

as a professional dick sucker i have to say that many of my customers pretty much expect me to deep throat (which, duh, I have learned to do bc $) and they all seem to love the gag. I’ll play it up even...even if they don’t actually make me gag i’ll make gagging noises (not the entire time) and then look up at them…

So here’s the thing. I love deepthroating/facefucking/really rough oral (I’m also into BDSM, but typically as a Domme, so this can get a little tricksy, but whatevs I like what I like).

I’ve barfed mid-beej before, just once. Boy thrust too hard, and BLAM! Puked on his dick. I eneded up swallowing it, didn’t even stop. Ever since then, I make sure I’m 100% in control of the depth and thrusting.

I’ll never forget the ex-boyfriend who excitedly told me he’d seen an instructional video on the internet where someone had trained away their gag reflex and thought it could work for me. He then proceeded to show me a clip of a woman hooked up to a machine that operated thusly: the more she deep-throated a dildo, the…

This might have happened to me once. Maybe.

It’s a stupid publicity stunt, obviously. They’ll be fine.

No, they haven’t.

And all this time I thought a condom wrapper was where you stored it for re-use after rinsing it out.

Abortion is always fucking sad.

Fuck off with your #NotAllAntiabortionists bullshit.

I’m alive because my mother had an abortion before me.