Once I found my stride and got some regulars I made between two and four hundred a week on the side.

Next Pissing Contest: Most high you've ever been (at a wedding).

Ah, so you just can't figure out a decent response. Carry on being judgmental then. I'll carry on not making blanket statements about people and actually addressing the points brought up to me in discussion. If you don't want to respond to discussion, don't post here (as a mod, that's the truth. When you aren't…

Irrelevant to my point. I'm not speaking in the abstract. I am physically disabled (Ehlers-Danlos Hypermobility) and that's the truth. I would be called a "connoisseur" of weed as I know very much about it and appreciate it greatly. You can't tell I'm disabled. It's an invisible disability. So some asshole sees…

Or, you know, I'm disabled and I need to know things like which strains work best for physical pain relief, sleep induction, etc when it comes to my medication.

Ok, Reefer Madness. Say hi to 1955 for me.

Nah, I was just way out of his league. I gave him a perfectly good chance and he was boring, only trading on his good looks and not actually applying any skill. I reserve the right to toss anyone out of my bed at any time. Causing a collision between multiple pieces of my furniture is immediate grounds for being told…

Oh, this was so horribly awkward it still makes me cringe. I had been friends for this guy for quite some time. His 30th birthday was approaching and he was depressed because he was still a virgin. I decided to help get rid of that for him. ;)

Oh please, pretty please God let two (or more?) people who hoped they'd never see each other again be reunited through their posts.

My now-husband and I had a lot of sex in the first six months. And I mean a lot. We averaged twice a day (we had a little book where we kept a tally, which seemed super romantic then and now strikes me as a little creepy) which is particularly impressive given he travelled for work. Our daily record was (still is) 7,…

Have to be honest, this sounds like a near-rape rather than a funny story.

Early on in my last relationship I discovered my boyfriend liked to have his nipples touched. One night we were getting going in the dark and I felt around for his right nipple. He sort of stiffened and I thought maybe I wasn't making the sort of contact he liked so I whispered something like 'tell me what you like'…

This is the story of how I broke several state laws and had a miserable time.

I was dating this guy, and I was attracted to him on an intellectual level because he was so creative, but the physical attraction wasn't very high. He was kind of an awkward lover - if we switched from me on top to him on top, instead of rolling over, he'd stand up on the bed while I laid down. And not only would he…

Oh, gawd. So many stories.

This one time... I had been seeing this guy named Terrence. We were both from Boston (live in Los Angeles), had a lot in common, and he was super cute and nice and all that. He had luscious lips and was a fantastic kisser, but I was trying to hold out on fucking him for a little while because…

If this is the story you ARE willing to admit, I'm VERY interested in the things you won't divulge.

Just with water. He figured that if he could not see any dirt, they were clean.

I'm all about covers in the winter, I usually stack the blankets high.. so so high. Summertime though, I'm a sheet only kinda girl and that usually ends up propping my leg up so I can assume the perfect "bent knee, arm under pillow, on the belly" sleeping position (it's the best position ever and fuck those who…

I checked my (albeit outdated) atlas, and I didn't find Jortlandia anywhere. Are you sure you spelled that correctly?