I am SO FUCKING TIRED of humanity not only being this stupid but clutching its stupidity to its chest like a filthy Barbie missing one leg with its hair chopped off and wailing that it grants wishes.

Reading this on World AIDS Day really pisses me off. I did HIV antiretroviral research with HIV positive patients in Oakland, CA in the late 90’s. It was so great to see people get better, and not *die*. Mbeki was president of South Africa then, and he believed in the HIV-doesn’t-cause-AIDS nonsense, so some…

Thank you!
I lost a friend to AIDS in the ‘80s. He’d been HIV+ for a while but the knowledge and the meds just weren’t quite there yet. If only... if only he’d not been infected for even just 18 more months... he might have caught the meds wave. Instead, he washed up on the shore. God, I miss him.

Alternately, I have…

Fuck this woman. Fuck fuck fuck this woman.

I have looked into the eyes of madness. Mainly because I watched that video.

Featuring twice the price snake oil and a lecture by Dr. Jenny McCarthy about what diets cure autism.

Perhaps. Then again, maybe not. I guess we’ll be in suspense until the next time.

This is a serious story, no unibrow jokes.

:( wtf is the pile on for? I thought your comment was snarky, that’s it. I’ve seen way fucking worse. Goddamn, these people came out of the woodwork to crucify you. Anyway, chin up!

I’m grey, so there is a good chance no one will ever read this.

I do people’s taxes for a living in Toronto. A few years ago a new client came to me and told me about this house flip he’d done — house prices in the city were skyrocketing, and because of Canadian tax laws, a person could make a lot of tax-free money by buying a house, renovating it, and reselling it at a massive…

I live for these stories and I’ve got one to share. It’s sort of humorous considering where the events take place, but it was actually pretty scary at the time.

I love the spooky stories every year, but never had anything to contribute... until last night. I’ll just leave this here.

I have really bad sleep paralysis, regular nightmares and hallucinate when I wake up regularly. So I’ve seen some pretty fucked up shit that’s not real.

This happened several years ago, when I first moved to L.A. and rented a place in a charmingly old/frustratingly old building. I almost took the efficiency next door, but splurged and went for the studio. I’m glad I did, and not just for the stove and the small amount of extra space. 

I’d heard mumblings growing up of a strange incident involving my family and a famous murder, but my grandma refused to discuss it and I knew better than to ask around. After my great-aunt died and left behind 200 pages of memoirs, I finally got the full story.

We have never figured this out. And now, the three living witnesses have to be good and fucking druuuunk to discuss the whole thing.