rubythief6301
RubyThief
rubythief6301

Excellent take and lots of relevant background, but thanks also for reminding me of the argument I once had with a friend when he started a conversation with “I’m Christian, so I’m a more moral person than you...”

I too dream of being ungreyed. I believe my many comments have sometimes entertained, sometimes actually helped people, and in one case started an epic flame war with about 50 people hating on me (many more than that starred my original post, though, so... I’ve also brought controversy!) What more could they possibly

My uncle passed away one year ago from cancer. Eight years before that, my cousin (and immediately after my aunt) learned he had been arranging hundreds of casual gay hookups online. It turned out he’d always known he was gay, he just got married and had kids because that’s what you did then. They stayed together on

I have a friend on Medicaid who has cystic fibrosis. She’s 35. That’s extremely close to the average lifespan of a person with CF... but she is currently working-age and I think would meet most criteria for able-bodied right now, thankfully. Now, let me think of something that could lead to faster deterioration of her

We have mental health problems in Australia too. Guess what we don’t have? Legal semi-automatic or automatic weapons, or a single mass shooting since they were outlawed and “bought back” by the *conservative* government in 1996. IT’S THE GUNS, AMERICA. IT’S THE GUNS.

When I was about 10, my family drove five geese in the trunk of our car (each loosely contained in individual large hessian sacks, which were supposedly to calm them to sleep while still allowing them to breathe) for about two hours from my mum’s friend’s property to my uncle’s farm. I swear this is why I still have a

I remember meeting my then brother-in-laws girlfriend, who introduced herself as “Jelly.” It was in a loud, crowded club, so I said “Sorry, Jenny?” And she said “No, it’s weird, but it’s Jelly.” I later found out that her given name was Jellybean and her twin sister was Lola - given name Lollipop. Both were working

I knew a Sanita and Anita pair of siblings but just thought that was unoriginal...

Oh my god, I’m so sorry. For everyone involved. You, your mom, and most of all those kids in the porn... so sad. Be well, and I hope you and your mom have access to appropriate support if you need it, because that has to be a whole lot to process.

Beautifully said. All the stars!

Beautifully said. All the stars!

I generally loathe the “sex addict” label, but in this case...

Winners sleep! Losers weep!

Is it wrong that in Sue Klebold’s incredible, brave, honest and slightly terrifying (you will be convinced the parents really had no clue) memoir (her son was Dylan Klebold, the depressed/suicidal half of the Columbine killers), the thing that sticks out to me and I never forget is “Dylan was so adventurous. We’d go

WHAT? If there proof or is this like the moon landing conspiracy? (I know I can google, but I’m already procrastinating studying for an exam tomorrow.)

Add a bit of cheese and you have cacio e pepe, which is simple and delicious. But real carbonara (egg yolks, NO cream, pancetta or guincale) is divine.

I want to be the least smart person in the room. Or maybe just be smart enough about x or y that the other smart people will still enjoy talking to me while I absorb all I can from them.

Sydney has a great response to tree poisonings. A lot of people do it if they think killing the tree will give them a better Harbour view - that’s $$$. So when a tree is found to have been poisoned, the local councils erect huge, view-blocking banners in their place saying things like “community owned trees have been

I loathe mid-century modern. Loathe it. I feel like the whole design process begins and ends with “okay, here’s the challenge: how low can we possibly make the ceilings?” (And I lived in LA for a decade and have seen many of the “best” or at least most-celebrated examples, most of which are still privately owned, so

It’s criminal. My “family home” (I lived there from 11-18, and also just recently now at 32 - divorce is fun!) is a beautiful, big, very old house. Ceilings higher than Hunter S Thompson, walls three feet thick. It’s like a labyrinth, there are so many rooms, which I loved growing up as a bit of an introvert... you