Here is my overly-simplified question to any anti-LGBTQ+ employer:

It’s oftentimes also part of the bathroom-panic stuff that TERFs and other conservatives like to spout, about how allowing trans women to use women’s restrooms will somehow compel male sex offenders to flock to the nearest women’s restroom.

“Grandma”

I thought about suicide every day. My ex told me it was probably the best thing for the children.

So glad you're safe, but the real spook is knowing that that asshole is probably still out there

When I was about 22 one of my close friends, T, completed suicide. His housemate found him. None of us knew what he’d been going through. He was the life and soul. It was hard.

GIRL NO, HE WILL DO TO YOUR LIFE WHAT I JUST DID TO YOUR SHOES.

Good kitty.

Guys started approaching me on the street and asking me “Do you party?” when I was about 12. It was years before I figured out that they were asking if I was a prostitute.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO *deep breath* OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Two years ago, I got severely, awfully sick (probably the flu). I didn’t go to work for the entire week. It was all I could do just to keep myself drinking liquids and soup and shuffling to bed. The worst part was my husband was traveling for business, so I was all alone, just me and our sweet black cat Libby.

I will start this off by saying I do not believe in ghosts or spirits or the afterlife, but I experienced something a few years ago that spooked me to the core and still gives me the chills when I think about it today. I was living in an apartment in the Flatbush area and had been there for a few years with no issues…

“Trespassing”

eff the state of alabama (and the team). glad you’re ok now. also, war eagle.

I am so glad you finally got free of him and the addiction. That takes a lot of work. 

I kind of find this precious and touching. and a little creepy.

It’s a joke, as the “pumpkin seed story” was probably the freakiest poop story you’ve ever heard. As I recall, a lady ate one or two pounds of pumpkin seeds, and they came out . . . all at once, along with everything else that was backed in behind it.

The scariest thing that ever happened to me was not supernatural which is odd because I grew up in a haunted house. But it was a house that was haunted by an old lady ghost who would do things for me like get me a glass of juice or if I sat up in my bed in the middle of the night and asked for it. Not like she’d bring…

“Grandma, was that really you?”

Ok. My story is from 2016. I don’t know that it’s strictly scary, or at least, I wasn’t particularly scared at any point but it is creepy. For background on me, sometimes I feel things but I don’t usually SEE things.