I wish, *wish* I could go braless. However my 32 H's (H is for HUUUUGE, as I like to say), will never, ever make that a reality. Things they can make a reality - holding a serving tray without hands, smothering myself in any inverted yoga poses if held for too long, and making my Burlesque teacher shout "HOLY TITS!",…

Firstly, take a look at any pack of school boys on a given day. I can guarantee you'll see at least one with low-slung jeans that show the waistband of his boxers. And do you know what? 9 out of 10 times, not a single school official or teacher cares. I should know, as I was a teacher. However, you see a girl with her…

You are a glorious human being and I hope the universe rewards you for your kindness. I've been perusing it all day! Best Friday ever!

WUT?! He has a Tumblr?! Link please?

I also have a crush on Ichabod...I didn't mention it because I figured it was a given? I think everyone who watches that show is half in love with him. Hell, I think my 57 year old pops has a bit of a man-crush on him.

I wanted to like the walking dead, but I stopped watching after season 1, sadly. There was just too…

I honestly sound like some proselytizing evangelist with the amount I go on about this show to random people - for example, at the grocery store the other day, the clerk and I were talking about the state of Ichabod's clothes - no idea how that happened. Sadly this is not unusual. Also Orlando Jones is my favourite,…

Thank you for your story. It was extremely moving to read, and it brought to my attention something I wasn't really aware of before - that I had never noticed. So thank you for educating me.

Just commenting to say that I think you articulated pretty much perfectly the feelings I have around the subject. I wish I could have put it into words as well as you did.

Sorry - rather off topic about the 12 Years a Slave movie, and more on Actors and Actresses of color being cast in lead roles: Depending on what genres you and your SO like to watch, you should probably check out Sleepy Hollow. Out of the main/recurring cast, of which there are roughly 7 characters, only two are…

Thanks for the reading suggestion!

Okay - I'm on both sides here - my hair is not something I would have thought of myself as emotionally attached to - I've had it hippy-long, down to mid-thigh, and I've had it nearly buzzed, and it was all fine - no matter the style. The growing out period was sometimes a bit crappy, but that was more of a "Ugh what…

I see you're familiar with Highwood Rye as well.

...Well, I think I know what I'm picking up tonight and what I'm listening to when I drink it.

He's a smooth talkin' douchebag, Rye Whiskey is.

He's waiting by the phone. Trust me.

This is a literal description of a douchey dudebro that followed me around said toga party in freshman year. I think he went out of his way to go to a fabric store to specifically purchase a length of crushed velvet to match his bowtie. He criticized my drinking ability so we went shot-for-shot on jager and all I have…

Oh My God. So you where there in the pool when we first met? Afterwards we became best friends and watched grey's anatomy in my dorm, cuddling on my bed, asking quite seriously both of us "Why aren't you a (gay/straight) guy!?" It's been a long and fulfilling friendship thus far.

Being around her makes you feel lovely and uncomfortable and you think maybe you have your first crush on a girl, but you're straight, right?

So then you don't, and end up having a wild night of passion. You loved it, he loved it, and for the first time ever, he's actually decided to call a girl back. You find your casual, no-strings hook-ups have somehow morphed into a semi-functional relationship, to the point where Dirty Martini is the only man you can…

And then at an office christmas party after a long dry spell, you make the bad decision to cozy up, because you need validation as a sexual, womanly creature, and find yourself naked with the sheets off the next morning, because the body heat from his death-grip snuggle alone is making you want to die forever alone in…