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Miss Anthropy
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Wonderful!

I'm straight and cis, so I have absolutely no idea what it feels like for someone who's LGBTQI to have to decide how much of themselves to reveal, and how, when, and to whom.

I'll be having extra food, several times, due to the fact that I will not be having sex.

About three weeks before I asked my (now ex) husband to move out, I had a perfect opportunity to cheat. We were really attracted to each other, we'd been flirting for months, and we would not have gotten caught. I bailed out a few minutes before there would have been no turning back. That guy went on to become my

Those clinicians should read Savage Love. I know about PrEP, and I'm a straight woman.

100 days! That is fantastic!

Happy birthday!

There's a web site that sells religious-themed sex toys, including a "Baby Jesus Butt Plug."

I'm incredibly embarrassed to look back over my life and realize how many total losers I not only dated, but pursued relentlessly.

As a woman who used to have trouble with chronic yeast (i.e. fungal) infections, I'm a big fan of circumcision. You can pass that crap back and forth for ages before you both completely get rid of it, and the foreskin can contribute to the problem.

Living under a rock is very relaxing.

Can you give me a brief description of the deleted comments? And were they from "Dan"?

But, but, what kind of car did he buy? This is important!

Ah, Boston. That was the first album I owned. I'm still in love with Tom Scholz.

What's on tonight? Everything! The cable guy is coming in the morning!

I read a humor column a long time ago that said that people on pot are the safest drivers — they use their headlights even when it's light out, they use their windshield wipers even when it's not raining, they go 20 mph below the speed limit, they stop 20 feet back of stop signs, and they stop for green lights as well

Or you could come to Texas and just bring enough for a weekend… Actually, I have a really good friend who lives about 50 miles away. Sometimes I go see him for a weekend just so he can get me good and toasty. I buy crap, and he buys the good stuff, so it's always fun. The only problem is that when it's time for me to

I despise Christmas music on the radio. I'd rather listen to commercials for strip clubs on the rock station, and I hate those.

Whenever I buy pot, I say to myself, "This time will be different. I'll only smoke on weekends." Then I always smoke every evening and get to the point that the next day I can't remember what I watched on TV, much less what happened. So then I'll go a couple of months without, then I start over. Maybe someday I'll

Yep, that's addiction. Always chasing that first high. I have the same problem with pot.