Yeah, I have a strict policy about being open with my partners about where I am and what I want. It actually started when I began dating again and was adamantly not interested in a relationship, so I found it helpful to just state that up-front. I can’t imagine how angry I would have been, had I been in your…

When I met my boyfriend, I was technically married. I had kicked my ex-husband out and had minimal contact with him; for all intents and purposes, the marriage was over and all that was left was signing the papers. I still made it a point to tell my now-boyfriend my situation (in the process of getting divorced) on…

Here’s what I don’t get: I work with victims of sexual assault and domestic violence. Our local PD is great about clearly informing women who say they were raped that the PD doesn’t care if they were drinking underage or smoking weed or whatever; they just want to catch the rapist. This goes a long way in encouraging…

Sunday morning breakfast is generally made by the boyfriend, and he delivers it to me with my morning latte...one of the many reasons I love him.

I live in ND and sent this into Jez as a tip from a local paper...sadly, the only unique element of this story is that he said the words aloud. There are so many people who would love to go back to the 1950s as far as gender roles are concerned.

Came here to say the same thing. Although I would very much like more Ted Danson in my hell for reasons that are not at all sexual and definitely torturous...yeah, I’ll be in my bunk for the remainder of the night...

Similar situation in high school: the lady at the grocery store was trying to put my pads in a paper bag because “what if the boys SEE?!” I told her that if they had an issue, I was more than happy to discuss my flow. The conversation ended there.

Not accidental, but the worst sexual experience of my life. I went at it on my living room floor with a tinder date. I was on all fours with him fucking me from behind when he decided to put it in my ass. I asked him to stop and he did...for about 2 minutes. When he stuck it in again, I said “ouch” a couple of times,…

It’s also hard to know the line between “helping my partner through a rough time” and “I’m in over my head and we both need professional help”. I come from a family of nurturers, and it was really difficult for me to accept that I couldn’t fix him and was actively damaging both of us in my attempts. Luckily, I have an…

I am bipolar, and my ex-husband is both bipolar and has borderline personality disorder. I had the first mental breakdown (combination of PTSD, undiagnosed bipolar disorder, a stressful work environment, and a lot of denial about how bad my marriage was) and got help. As I began asserting my boundaries and recognizing…

Congrats on the divorce! As a fellow divorcee who got her slut on, I salute you!

I love my Mirena. I have never had a kid, and the insertion wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected. When I get this one removed, I’m having another put in at the same time. I highly recommend it.

Mine, too.

A friend was told that. The logic had to do with infections going up the strings and sounds like total bullshit. Honestly, the only reason I can think of to be wary is that it’s easier to skip condoms if you know you won’t get pregnant. But that warrants a reminder to use them, not a refusal to insert.

I had a pretty easy insertion. I don’t have kids and usually need the small duck lips when I have my pap, so I was really worried. I made my (now ex) husband drive me, popped some ibuprofen, and took a couple of shots of vodka before going to PP. (No, I’m not advocating mixing painkillers and vodka, but I know what…

A few years ago, I was really good at writing my representatives. and I tried to make it a point to send thank-you notes when they supported causes I agreed with. I figured that they probably didn’t hear from many people who were happy with them, and being a Democrat in a very red state, I wanted to be sure they knew…

Yep. He also has specific sounds associated with virtually every random part of my body. Like, he will poke my nose and say “DOOT DOOT”. My ears get a different noise. I have no idea how he keeps track of them, but he finds it hilarious and I always end up laughing at his amusement.

My boyfriend amused himself by randomly groping me while saying “grabthepussy,” followed by joking assertions about ensuring his control over me. I took it in the manner intended (mainly that he loves to grope me, anyway, and was mocking the ridiculousness of the concept). And he was smart enough to stop it after the…

Me, too. It was a perfect summation of her concession speech. That one’s gonna stick with me for a while.

*hugs* I’m so sorry.