TBF everyone hates everyone in Montecito.

The guy I’ve been dating for several months has gone from going out to just meeting at his house for sex. He texted me last night at 11pm and I ignored it. Like I’m supposed to jump out bed, leave my comfy bed and cute pup to touch his dick. And it felt damn good. I’m sick of it. The dating scene in my thirties has…

She has a much more positive and charitable view about that boss’s comment than I do. I thought it was obvious she was being told to just shut up, sit in the quota chair, and be counted.

I’m excited for this series. Also: I felt like I was seeing an un-shocking irony in that the preview for this ladycentric show about the lack of ladycentric shows seemed to be largely dominated by men, just in terms of spoken lines. So I counted. Turns out the preview’s not male-voice-dominated per se. Women voice 184…

I can honestly say I have never in my life ever spent one second of my life concerned about someone seeing my butthole during sex. It has never even entered into my mind.

This hurts to hear, but is important for me and presumable others to hear. I’ve commented before about being an addict. I held her up as being someone who was over it. I have to remind myself daily that addiction is never, ever over. Fuck, though, it breaks my heart and is pretty discouraging.

I have a few years on him and am choosing to celebrate the fact that adult acne makes me look younger.

The answer to this question is complex and difficult to fully explain it in the comments section as it would take pages and pages to fully hit on the nuance of what living and being American are.

I’m not religious, but to go up to those who think you’re a liar and worse, and wish them grace? That is powerful stuff. I’m in awe of her.

FUUUUUUUUCK YOU!

Cosby supporters.

Are you a California resident? Because that’s not how she’s seen here.

I am not being a shithead, either -Does it have to be a specific policy for kids from an extremely marginalized community with a horrific past and present of suffering genocide, forcible removal, rape, cultural ethnocide, extreme poverty, etc. to be legitimately scared of a general, burgeoning atmosphere of hate,…

I absolutely support a person’s right to say no. No unwanted attention, no unwanted touching. Ever.

“The problem is that nobody cares about my boner!” he whined.

For me, it’s part of a fun combo social anxiety and being an extrovert. I talk way too much, share too much, and then live in constant regret

I am home.

There is an episode of My Dad Wrote a Porno with him though.

Does anyone else hate going to the beach? I married into a family of beach obsessed people and feel alone

Great white sharks are fantastically beautiful animals, though of course I don’t want one within a hundred miles of me if I’m in the water without a cage.