i'm sure Robert has sat in on MANY abortions.

I have personally known Robert since junior high. He is a liar ;).

Fuckin' feminists, amirite? Out abortin' baby men and shaming trans men. What's a guy gotta do to just get his dick sucked around here anymore?

My great-aunt, an octogenarian: got a PhD in chemistry (when women weren't encouraged to enter that field); divorced her philandering husband (when divorce wasn't a thing) to live a healthy, community-oriented single life; and teaches Tai-Chi weekly (I'm not as flexible as she is).

that might be the shittiest written thing I've ever read. Are people really that naive that they will tolerate that quality of writing just to read about not even strange sex?

Better than red?

I knew it was based on fan fiction but I had assumed that a bestseller would have writing slightly better than a 15 year old's Livejournal. My bad.

Wait, that's a real passage from the book? That's actually what the writing is like? Dear lord I'm embarrassed for our society.

No worries. ;) I don't in real life. I was in a weird mood last night.

I am so sorry to do this to you, dude, but you turned out to be kind of a fucker.

If neither were Juggalos you are still winning at life!

As a college freshman I thought I was hot shit going after a senior RA the first week on campus. I wasn't even attracted to him, but was swept up by all that authority. Oh, the power! One thing led to another, and when things began to get hot and heavy he bent his lips into my ear. My mind raced with excitement. …

I already posted about this once, but... I dated and fucked a guy who would stand up on the bed to switch positions. And that wasn't the weirdest part - he'd keep thrusting. He had a slight belly and serious sexing face, so he looked not unlike an angry bee with his dick as the stinger.

One of mine had a full-length portrait of Marilyn Manson circa Mechanical Animals on his forearm. Was quite surreal watching him jack off with that arm. :|

Kevin Federline. At his mom (Aunt?'s) house. I wish this was not true.

I went on a date. It was pretty much the worst date in the history of dates. It involves failure to read signals, and all sorts of things, and was just horrifying, but in the sort of way that makes a great story that night and forever after. If you want to read the entire sordid story, read on, otherwise, the…

He didn't know what doggy style was. I turned over and he actually said the words "I don't know what you expect me to do".

I would honestly rather have my fingernails pulled than be subject to this level of personal management. Given the choice between Hell or being a member of a sorority I would choose Hell in an instant, unless Hell is actually one huge sorority where it is rush week all the time.

Legitimately one of my darkest fears is being absurdly underdressed for an event. I always try to go for the 'one step up from the average' standard that is advised by people who will give you advice on how to dress for the job you want, not the shitty job you have. Even when it's nothing to do with jobs.

When I was in high school I had knee surgery on December 26 and the combination of immobility and hydrocodone made me super constipated and my mom had to give me an enema. At age 18. Worst NYE of my life.