Get two sticks, one for your legs and another for your ass. Just make sure you remember which one is which.

This is helpful. Also, this line was extremely accurate: “a battle-scarred, hardened carapace the texture and color of a beloved baseball glove.” Once I was at an appointment with a new OB-GYN, discussing questions about getting pregnant via a donor. Within the space of maybe ten minutes, the doctor: 1) implied that…

“I can’t be sticking a stick of body glide between my ass cheeks”

I’ve been favoring the shorts under skirts this year, both for the chafe prevention, and for not having to give a fuck if my skirt blows up in the wind, someone wants to peek up my skirt on the metro elevator, or if I want to sit with my legs apart on a bar stool.

I wear microfiber shorts under my skirts and dresses because I also want to stop sweat from gettin’ crazy rolling down my legs (it’s bad enough coming from my kneepits, which I believe is the scientific term for that area).

At least my thighs clap for me when I run down stairs.

Years ago I picked up a few pairs of cotton underwear that has long legs like bike shorts. They fit fine under a short skirt and the cotton breathes.

God, the pain my thighage has caused me. Body Glide is a must.

Something that works for me are slip shorts, which I order on Amazon. I can’t do the tight bike short, but give me some slippery old lady bloomers and I’m happy.

Um, it’s more than a little judgemental, I fully recognise that. I wish I felt differently but I just don’t. There are always Reasons but you don’t think it’s funny that those reasons always end with women taking their husbands’ names? Lots of men hate their fathers, but seemingly not enough to result in enough men…

I have a terminal degree. I kept my last name because it is my name, not because of the degree (not that it matters), so hubs and I have different names. Let’s say my last name is Smith. I LOVE when people say “Oh hi Mr. and Mrs. Smith” assuming my name would be my husband’s and therefore his is Smith. He finds a lot…

At my previous job there was a guy who took his wife’s name. He said he grew up in a foster family that he never really felt a part of and his wife’s family was always welcoming. I thought it was a sweet, meaningful gesture but boy-oh-boy did he get crap for it from other people. On the other side, my mom kept her…

Aww, Lars Van Trier has finally found an appropriate vehicle for his hatred of women.

serial killers are always interesting people! they’re actually pretty cool. really interesting takes on life if you just LISTEN to the COOL MEN.

I think that is part of it. Most folks that hate gay folks really focus on gay men, not lesbians. Trans men often get confused with more masculine of center lesbians until we flip over that line with the testosterone. Nobody really sees us, and the media doesn’t find us half as interesting.

These folks like to pretend we don’t exist. I had a very mormon dude come up with this crap to me at my last job. I reminded him I am a transgender man, and that I’d be more than happy to take my middle aged, bearded, tattooed self into the ladies room with his daughter, if he was worried about trans women. Somehow he…

I’m sure there’s some misogyny at work, too. The duelling ideas that what “women” do cannot be important, coupled with the idea that maleness and masculinity should be aspirational, probably combine to make trans guys more “acceptable”.

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. And seemingly, came out of nowhere. Snap out of it!

I thought that was Michael Savage’s slot.

Very similar scenario here, and while I haven’t been able to bring myself to watch porn again, I’ve found a happy medium with written erotica. Sites like literotica have metric fucktons of material servicing every kink imaginable, and it’s much easier for me to swallow (heh heh) because no actual people are involved…