Okay okay okay!
here’s my story - it’s a brief one!

Dude won’t remember anyways.  Had too many beers.  He liked beer.  He still likes beer.

Was the weird dud’s name “Brett” by any chance?

I’m up in the Nasty Nati and in the “amenities” paragraph I knew immediately that this was some Northside Nonsense, and it was gonna be BAD, and if the landlord is involved they will be not-present or completely unable to bring themselves to fix even one tiny thing. DID NOT DISAPPOINT.

Thank fucccking god they left…

Oh my god, I lived in that neighborhood for years, including when this was happening to you! I am so, so sorry this happened and I hope you win because this is incredible. Just incredible. Did this ever make the news? I feel like I would have remembered if it did. (As soon as you wrote library, restaurants, record…

This is hands-down the scariest story so far this year.

This is creepy as hell. You ever read the Glitch in the Matrix subreddit? Reminds me of that.

Yeah, having worked with victims of homicide I could not get through an ep of their inane posturing. I stuck it out with Sword and Scale a little longer but he also seems to get off on gross details more than is necessary.

So, in her life, my mom has gone through some shit. Sometimes, she’s not the most reliable narrator, but she tells this memory so consistently and with such emotion, that I believe her. She grew up in the late seventies, and eighties. My grandma was (still is tbh) a disaster. Grandma was part of the California…

oooh spill the deets on ‘Let’s not meet’. I love ‘Criminal’ myself.

This is not a ghost story, but a horrible human encounter. This happened about 4.5 years ago:

Do you remember the story about how the kid was writing a paper with headphones on and there was writing all over the house that said “LOOK AT ME”? It still haunts me and that was I think like 3 years ago.

We know we’re not s’posed to man shame, but there ain’t enough pancake on the planet to cover the palpably hi-def amounts of polonium-fearing flop sweat beading on the crown of that fivehead. No quarter, traitorface

It’s like she’s Joan of Arc(adia)!

So not only does Tamblyn’s description of the encounter ring true, she follows/juxtaposes it with this;

I love Serena Williams so much. I love that she is just doing her thing totally unbothered while Shriekadopa tries to steal the headlines with something that happened over a decade ago. I hope Serena keeps putting out baby pics and training videos whenever Maria opens her yap.

I’d also think - after the hair has become matted - it becomes one of the factors that can fuel and help maintain the depression.

I completely agree with you, in principle. That is one fucked-up mindset. However, I have to admit that it's a predominant cultural mindset that I have absorbed, however much I intellectually fight against it. At certain times, the act of being penetrated has felt very dominant to me, but more often I have found it…