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    Considering that my husband is as English as they come and uses two rolls of loo roll every time he poops- much to my fiscal annoyance and fear- they might have a point.

    About seven years ago I decided that I wanted to be comfortable in public- so I started sitting like a man. I have never looked back. I am 5'8 and slender. I take up the same amount of space as a similarly sized man. I am so freaking comfortable. My mother has always criticized me for my walk, which is long and

    You could also say that maybe fanatical evangelical Christians are atheist plants designed to discredit us. He is an ass. Some people who claim to be Christians (but don't even try to act like Christ) are also asses. Pedophiles are 1) very sick 2) need help 3)should be kept far, far, far away from children and 4) the

    In the UK there are a lot more no-contract pay-as-you-go gyms. I go to Kiss Gym, appalling name- but the service is great. 24hrs, no contract, fifteen quid a month. If you don't live in London there are loads of this kind of place. Cheap as chips.

    I was twelve years old and living in an orphanage in South Carolina. The house mother was recovering from hip surgery (and she really, really hated me- because I read books) so she was not overly responsive when I screamed in my bedroom down the hall. My rapist was a thirteen year old girl who had 1) been raped by her

    Not really relevant- or else VERY relevant- but I just realized that her last name is a variation on naiad. Water Nymph. And her first name belonged to a goddess of the hunt. Destiny...

    'Rush Revere'? I know he is going for a historical reference (and a highly mythologized one at that) but I think his Freudian slip is showing. reverse the name to reveal his not-so-secret nefarious desire: Revere Rush

    This is disgusting on so many levels.

    He HAD to have control. He controlled every aspect of his victims lives (while he had them) he maintained the illusion that he was God. Hell, for him, was being powerless, confirming the nothingness, the meaninglessness that he always suspected. In the end, he HAD to be right, the hanging was how he justified himself.

    I left behind the 'pretty' game years ago- nearly a decade ago in fact. I haven't worn makeup since I was twenty. Much to my mother's chagrin I did not even wear makeup to my own wedding. Most days I wear gym clothes from waking to sleeping. And you know what? I have gotten so much done. I have written (and published)

    Well, we CAN raise food animals in a humane way- it is difficult, and most people wouldn't give up the convenience of suffering, but we could. Creating something like this reminds me more of the short story 'I have no mouth and I must scream.'

    Is it ethical to create something that could potentially have consciousness (and since it originates from human cells, free will) and then use it for study?

    Something to consider: a lot of people in the UK cannot afford dryers. We have to leave our sheets out on the line to get them dry. IT'S ENGLAND! IT RAINS! LOTS! Plus it takes hours to dry- so basically only do it Saturdays...if the weather is nice.

    My father has Shawnee blood. He cannot grow a beard. My husband is a viking. Big bushy blond beard blooms after two days without shaving. My father is taller, broader, and probably stronger than my husband. But my husband's beard intimidates him horribly. It is both sad and funny. I cannot figure it out. I do love

    I am a practicing Christian and I have to say that I don't see a problem with a kid having an inspirational name. It is a complicated theological idea, but who knows- the kid might live up to it. There is a fabulous book by Alice Munroe called 'Who Do You Think You Are?' that depicts this judge's small-minded attitude

    I just read the bit about 'the yard' to my husband. He said, 'That's a bit optimistic, isn't it?'

    I actually bought my wedding gown from this seller. The model I bought isn't up any more but then that was three years ago. When it arrived it was a little lighter in color than I wanted it to be, and there was a HIDEOUS ornament attached to the bodice, but I snipped it off with a pair of scissors, replaced it with my

    From the outside they often look fairly nice. Mine had architecture from the late 1800's, it was surrounded by farmland (which we worked- my first week there I baled hay until my hands bled. It was supposedly for discipline) a barn (where I was made to make calves into steer, milk cows for hours every morning, and

    And an education. That is what saved me- the knowledge that an education will get you out. And it will. You might be poor, and in a load of debt, but mentally you are free and that is worth it.

    This is totally unsurprising to me. When I was in the orphanage rape was always your fault. If you fought, you got in trouble for fighting. If you took it, even with a shiv (or in one instance a steak-knife) at your throat you were asking for it. My husband gets angry at me for reading posts like this, because he

    This is just to say that 30-year-old Bethany is infinitely happier than 18-year-old Bethany. 18-year-old Bethany was a hormonal bag of misery. 30-year-old Bethany is a (multiply) published author in a good, stable relationship *getting it on with great frequency* who is enjoying a career that while new is flourishing