My husband read that this supposedly happened in Florida, my home state. He looked at me searchingly, then asked (with rankled agitation in his voice), 'Why don't YOU have three boobs?'

I go into what I think of as 'man stance' when I'm on an international flight. Basically, I position my knees directly underneath my side of the arm rests (I never go over - I'm very careful about that) and I sit with my arms positioned directly under my shoulders, headphones in (even if they aren't plugged into…

Chastity is to have the body in the soul's keeping. - Paracelsus. He got a lot of guff for being an alchemist man-slut back in the day, and he rebuffed it with the idea that chastity is fucking who you want, when you want, so long as you actually want it.

If my nipples show, they show. I've had less catcalling trouble from visible nipples than I ever did from padded bras. If I'm wearing a top made out of uncomfortable (itchy) fabric then I will put a bandaid over them to keep them from getting chaffed. It works :-)

I know no one will see this since I'm still in the gray, but that's all the more reason to be shamelessly open! About a year ago I developed a really awful rash on my breasts from wearing a sports bra. Well, seven sports bras in daily succession. So, since I'm not especially well-endowed breast-wise I decided to go…

I'm pro-choice, just to be clear. Why is it ok to talk about rape in sitcoms, but abortion is 'too serious'? It's ok to hurt women, but not save them, and that's not good.

Talking about it in a light context normalizes it, makes it acceptable. Hey, it worked for rape!

One of the best things about living in the UK is that no one *EVER* tells me to smile. People here expect you to look miserable. My husband and I refer to the default lemony expression as 'Swindonface'. Oh, of course I still get cat-called, but it's usually comments about my legs and supposed propensity for casual sex…

I think that pets are a great way to teach kids about anatomy - if their parents freak out about an extra bit of plastic on a doll. My dog was neutered relatively late (he was two) and so he kept most of his urges. My otherwise ridiculously prudish mother referred to his erection as his 'lipstick'. This led, somehow,…

I don't give a crap about making my skin look pretty, but this looks like fun on a bun! Sign me up!

Whenever we lose the remote my husband and I accuse each other of hiding it up our vaginae. I would call it a vagina. That is all.

Disgust is dehumanizing. It is impossible to feel empathy or compassion for someone and still be disgusted. Yes, the tone does bother me. This isn't 'entertainment'. This is someone's real life.

I hate the flippant way that people bank on this. Yes, it is terrible, but we should feel compassion for this woman, not disgust. Can you imagine what it would be like to live in the hellish landscape of that head? She lived in that cramped and stinking apartment for years. One day after another, again and again, a…

My husband and I were in it for the symbol, and appalled both our families by how little we cared about 'tradition'. We were married in the 12th century CofE church that we attended weekly and that was the biggest expense. Since the CofE is a part of the government they have to charge. six-hundred pounds. My wedding…

My grandparents still get it on in a bunny-like fashion. After 65 years of marriage. I know that isn't 'forever'. But. On the one hand, I would really rather not have the memory of walking in on them that time in the kitchen. On the other, it gives me hope.

When I was attending university in a small, all-women's liberal arts college in the American South a male security guard entered the common room (I was watching the animated X-Men TV show. Yeah.) tossed me a pack of peanut M&M's and invited me to visit his parent's trailer so that his mother could serve me 'stewed…

I met my husband on move-in day at university. I was earning my PhD, he was getting his MA. Right before beginning I had broken my leg ( a hairline fracture. I was running on a treadmill at the local gym. There was a storm. The power cut and I went whappety, whappety, splat into the wall. Then, because I had no health…

She looks like Wonder Woman. I like it. I really hope that the dress is lined, though. Otherwise she will chafe something terrible.

I havent shaved my legs in a year. My husband loves it (and screw him - in the most loving way possible- I'd let it grow even if he didnt!) and I shaved my arm-pits (very, very badly) for the first time in a year because I had to perform and while in Winter I can and do wear kimonos and other various long-sleeved…

They benefit both. I pay 50p for a head of lettuce and one-pound fifty for a kilo of fresh apples. It is pretty wonderful.