And meanwhile, in “how adults really run a country” Scotland just made it that little bit easier to transition. (Fuck you, Terfs, Joanne Karen Rowling) Proving that we’ve become easily the kindest part of the UK. Not a bad place to be, considering that it was still illegal to be homosexual in Scotland as recently as…

Yes, please make Instagram photos only again.

It’s just funny to me that a famous person with a huge platform is threatening to write mean Yelp! reviews.  Stars, they really are like (the worst of) us!

This is beautifully told, chilling and heartbreaking. . . even before the tragic ending, my heart ached for little smoochiebear and how girls are still routinely expected to sacrifice their own childhoods to raise little brothers and and to diminish their own light. . .

It’s the 80s it’s Halloween on a weekday and I, being the oldest and a girl, am responsible for taking 2 younger brothers trick or treating, along with 2 young sons of my parents’ friends. My parents and the kids’ parents are at our house playing cards and and smoking cigarettes.

Over the first lockdown, I decided to download a sleep tracker and take my sleep hygiene more seriously, as I’ve had interrupted sleep since childhood. It wasn’t hard to use—- I’d tell the tracker I was going to sleep, put it beside me, and then turn it off on the morning.

Random Handsome Ceramic Loving Man

Some observations of themes so far this year:

It’s interesting to me how there are so few creepy actual people or stranger danger stories (don’t worry I saw you Machete Gang and yikes) so I get the vibe that a lot of the commentariat is still not all the way outside. I started an in-person job in April and have had…

I have a few stories about my mom in this thread, so I waited a bit to write my own. A simple but powerful occurrence.

I know it’s mostly coincidence, but I just lost my mother last week after a long illness and then sharp decline. I also was traveling back and forth from Connecticut to New York and it was a lonely, sad drive. She also tried to end her life a couple years ago after a series of physical health and relational…

I posted this in years past and got stuck in the grays, but here goes:

I like this because my dad’s name was Forrest and I have a non-scary cat ghost where I live!

This happened to the ex-boyfriend of my cousin Alex. His family had just purchased a home in San Angel, a neighborhood in Mexico City filled with history and old houses. Among other things, it was site to the mass hanging of men belonging to Saint Patrick’s Battalion.

I enjoy this feature every year and I always think I should share my story but never do...this year, I am going to tell it!

A little help from the other side:

I have a Google sheet I created last year with stories for anyone who kept losing their place in the queue due to the auto refresh https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j2ky_p2wnu_0jsCcVkxrkX7Mj_oM8ZmXHJmgvtOuJ-M/edit?usp=sharing

I posted this a few years ago, but I don’t think more than 2 people read it. So here it is again!

This happened just last Thursday, actually, and I’m still shaken up.

Pardon the repeat from last year, it’s my only weird experience.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year for this site!!! Ya’ll have been through some strange/weird/traumatic experiences and I look forward to enjoying the mental anguish you’ve suffered and are choosing to share.