True! I’m sure it also helped that my roommate was kind enough to drop me off, getting to the first terminal is by far the quickest, easiest thing, and it was like, 5AM, so not really that busy (yet).

I just flew out of (and back into) LAX for the first time ever a couple months ago, and it was fine! (I may feel this way because I flew Southwest, which now has literally the entire first terminal to itself, it seems like.)

That’s how I got the nickname I’ve had since I was 15, which I’m even using on this site!

I’m glad to hear you’ve had good experiences — I know how difficult, hearing about many friends’ struggles over years re: finding the right therapist — as it can be really hit or miss. I don’t see him as a patient, obviously, but I’m really grateful to know that my fella in NY is one of the real gems, as far as…

I should also add, as a general rule, I just kind of really... don’t date. I find even thinking about it exhausting. This was much more along the lines of taking a long standing relationship at a long distance to the next level; it just happened to click perfectly, be amazing the entire time, and end up lasting a full…

I had my own a couple months ago, but with a couple caveats: (1) we’d been doing the long-distance thing via emailing/phone calls/Skype sessions, etc. for ages beforehand, and (2) we didn’t quite spend the entirety of those 5 days together. We did spend every minute we could together, yes, but it was also my first…

I keep coming back to this fantastic song by the late, great Phil Ochs all the time lately, written way back in 1966, still relevant as ever today...

Always the photographer, never the....photographed

Ha! Would be no more or less futile than my current situation, I’m sure...

This looks fantastic! And oh man, KRS-One was there? Damn.

I feel this!

I did think that might be the case, and I really did give it a solid go for a while. (Even rather successfully, for a bit; the first few months of this year, I was juggling up to 4-5 guys simultaneously.) But frankly, if that were my true wheelhouse, I’d just hook up with local guy whenever, which I haven’t even been…

It drives me nuts — though I know they usually mean well — when people whine back at me, “But you’re built like a model!” That doesn’t mean clothes are easy to find. Models wear exclusively TAILORED clothing! Give me a break!

It is when you’ve been a dancer since age 4, which seriously fucks up your knees/spine/etc.!

I’m a 6' lady, and I feel your pain. As depressing as this sounds, it’s kind of why I’m almost grateful I’m usually too broke to ever buy anything new to wear more often than maybe once or twice a year. It’s almost always some sort of fiasco or ordeal.

I fall in and out of this, honestly. Which I know is silly, since I’m only turning 32 later this year, but I started so late (26), and I wasted so much time loving someone who would never love me back (I’ve since shifted to loving someone who lives 3,000 miles away: AWESOME), and it’s just generally very rarely that I…

It’s been 11 years now, but I did a week in Vancouver totally solo (even staying in a hostel)! It was lovely.

Haha oh god (what have I done??)... It is, but I was 15-16 years old when I drew it (I did indeed start working that young! though I’m fairly sure crappy movie theater couldn’t legally hire me at 15, but they didn’t care, nor did I).

This happens at every movie screening (almost) ever in LA, even for older movies, because all the film nerd tryhards in the audience just HAVE to let the whole theater know that they’re a big fan of the casting director, or whatever bullshit.

James inserted a picture of an average white girl riding a bike.