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It smacks of a middle school substitute teacher who wants to be liked and accepted by the kids, when all they need to do is play the video the teacher left and make sure nobody takes off with the hall pass.

I’m really tired of being told I’m going to reclaim the word “bitch.” Reclaim it from what? It never had positive connotations. It’s a word for an animal. And we can use it as much as we want and insist it’s positive and belongs to us, but people will still use it as a gendered attack.

The copywriting is so terrible it sounds like they could have lifted it from the description of a new line of graphic t’s from urban outfitters.

“We are ladies, girls, lovelies, bitches, MILFs, princesses & so much more. Frank. Disruptive. Fun. PYPEin.” “Crazy Woman: 1/2 mile.”

Maybe it’s because I’m not having the greatest of days, but I immediately thought of better p words than “pretty”...

ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

SADSTURBATING AMIRITE LADIES

This looks like a precocious 13 year old’s tumblr? WHY THAT COLOR SCHEME?

I’m late to the party on this and you’ll think it’s a fake story but it’s not so here goes. I am not usually a stranger-banger but a long dry spell had been stretching on with no end in sight and my confidence was beginning to become a little shaky, as it is wont to do when your vag turns into a desert. A married

This was not really a holiday hook up exactly, but about two years ago I had a job in a small company where I desperately (and pathetically) had a crush on one of my coworkers. It was an embarrassment. Like everyone knew. Coworker knew and was not interested. Long story short, we all went out for post-company

Probably not going to get out of the greys on this but I actually have one! Sophomore year of college I decided to FINALLY lose my v-card to very first college boyfriend of 6 weeks ( a 5 years older dude) the night before Thanksgiving since my roommates would all be gone. So he comes over, we start getting hot and

Married 25 years to mr frogdogs next summer, and I’ll never forget our first married Christmas when we went on a memorable skiing trip with his parents. My in-laws are lovely people but super-conservative WASP types. Trip itself was amazing, great memories - but also one that made me cringe in nearly unbearable

It was right around Christmas...I think a couple days after... I was staying with my grandparents and family in another county. I went on a wonderful little date nearby with a cute guy who was also in town for family. We go back to his family’s place because his whole family will be gone for the day. A movie was

Late to the party and sadly gray, but here goes nothing.

GRAPHIC!
As a Christmas morning surprise I told my boyfriend at the time we could do it in the butt. He was really excited and it was great on my end as well, less the fact that when I moaned “your cock feels so good” he YELLED back in reply “YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD TOO”. He was so embarrassed he went limp immediately

I like how one poster went with the “any holiday” theme (shout-out to Kastle, Queen of...), and thought I’d contribute my own Holy Saturday/Easter sacrilege.

In high school I briefly dated a guy. During that 3-month period, we hung out often with his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend. They were long-term as far as high school relationships go. I didn’t really care for the girlfriend – I thought she was dull and we shared little in common other than having to

This story takes place in the mid-1990’s, when the world was still sane and Donald Trump was contained in his own natural habitat. Back in 1996, I lived in a small town in northern Oklahoma, while attending junior college. My girlfriend at the time, named Nikki, was leaving for basic training in the Army. She was due

I don’t even have the energy to type out this story in a comepelling narrative form but alas THE PEOPLE DESERVE TO KNOW! Last year (you read that right, last year) I ended up getting super wasted on Christmas Eve. Turns out wine and martinis and bourbon is not a good mix. I’m at a childhoods friend house where

Not quite the holidays, but the month of January (so I guess it’s close enough?).