And all I have in the house is 6 boxes of Lucky Charms. So it’ll basically just be Pride ‘03 all over again.

Fine but the only groceries I’m buying are cocaine.

Neato. We can split utilities.

I want to live in the weird, creepy recesses of your fucked up mind.

I don’t know why you’d make a big deal of Jaime King doing something similar to what Taylor Swift did. I mean, just because two people who are in close proximity or friends decide to have similar purchasing habits or opinions or voting patterns it doesn’t mean that one of them is controlling the other one by means…

What makes you the authority on the matter? If someone who isn't transgender isn't allowed to speculate on the feelings and motivations of transgender people then I don't suppose someone whose not ever had the same kind of journey with figuring out where they fit in racially has the right to speak out on the subject…

Oh she definitely comes from a Caucasian family. But inside she felt African American. I can’t blame her for that. Just like Kaitlyn Jenner felt like a woman. It’s a left over feeling from a past life. Let her do her thing.

I don’t think Rachel’s story is an example of a truly trapped person, but...

Agreed! I turn 39 this year, and I’m renting a cabin for a vacation/party. I hope no one gives me side-eye for it, but if they do, they shouldn't be drinking the booze I bought at the cabin I rented, and that's that.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, I expect amazing celebrations for my birthday. But I orchestrate them myself because I’m a grown-ass adult. “No cards or gifts please: just come to my home and imbibe all this lovely alcohol I’ve purchased for all of us as we dance and karaoke and game.”

MRAs do

How about the fact that most male actors in het porn are far less attractive than female costars which perpetuates the idea that men deserve to be awarded attractive women. And in great quantity

Yeah—I mean I know porn is not a monolith, and there’s lots of good (often amateur) “realistic” porn. But the other day I watched some professional porn, because I was bored and like vaguely horny and I was like “maybe?” And I could not stop laughing. The sounds! The sounds. And the facial expressions. But the sounds.…

I stare at my ceiling like this all the time and I’m like, “Is that a bug? Please god, don’t let it be a bug. Maybe that spot has always been there and I never noticed it before. It’s not moving. Wait, I blinked. Did it move? I think it moved. Is it staring back at me wondering if I’m a person?”

Do you remember when sex was hot and a handy-J cost a penny-farthing?

Until there are actual facts, yes.

So far, correcting my mis-typing is the most useful thing you’ve contributed. Nice work.

Life is essentially defined as a growing organism, so from the moment the first cells divide, there’s a life.

There’s no part of that screed that’s not insane.

I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know my cheddar biscuits will be free. And I won't forget the men who died, so I can bitch about automatic gratuity.