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I’m in my late 30s and deleted my Facebook 3 years ago and Instagram in January of this year. Never had Twitter, Snapchat, or TikTok. I’d long battled feelings of anxiety, low self-worth, high stress that I wasn’t keeping up with my peers, etc., that I could easily trace to the apps. I would catch myself in the middle

I went through a major growth spurt and shot up to 5’10” by 7th grade. My family was working poor, so couldn’t afford to keep me in clothes that fit while I grew an inch a month that year, and things like Goodwill didn’t exist near my rural town. The nearest WalMart was almost an hour away.

It was a 5-4 vote, not 6-3.

I’m a woman who lived with two men in my early 20s. Hooked up with one about a month before he was going to move out. It was fun!

Abortion prevents a birth. Abortion is birth control. Your “good faith questions” contribute to abortion stigma. 

Of course! No need to use my name if you’re posting somewhere other than Jez. This is the only “social media” I use lol.

Also very easily google-able questions! Can’t wait to see what you learn.

Here, I googled “why do women need abortions” for you:

Hey all — your friendly abortion care worker and former Texan here. This is totally fucked. Clinics and abortion funds are already being flooded with frantic calls from people who need to get their abortions. To get around the law, the patient needs to travel out of state and have their abortion NOT in Texas. This

Hey thanks for the invite! I clicked over and am not familiar with the format, but will keep browsing. I’ve been a commenter on Jez for 7+ years now, this place sure has changed a lot! 

I’ve had glass stuck inside my foot on three different occasions. Each time the urgent care folks told me to leave it alone. Twice I had friends who are nurses agree to do off-duty surgery at home to give me relief. The third time, now, the glass still lives in my foot because I don’t have anyone willing to slice near

There are four POC main characters…

Content warning: violence

Deathbed Confessions is new on Spotify and I’ve been enjoying it the last week or so! The first few episodes are about an unsolved murder in 1920s Hollywood.

We have an adult woman who works in my office, wheelchair bound for life. She was an elite gymnast in her teen years, training for world championships. One slip on the uneven bars at practice, and now she’s paralyzed from the hips down. Forever. No one knows her name or what she sacrificed for the sport in pursuit of

Def have kids named Brayden, Jayden, and Kayden (among many other extraneous Ys in names) in my extended family. This segment hurts because it’s so true.

It’s tough because race is a SOCIAL construct. I’m part Mexican through one of my parents, but was not raised in any sort of cultural connection to that parent’s heritage. I’m not only white passing, you couldn’t tell I have a biological Mexican parent (who themself and family members all look Hispanic/Latinx) by

Banned for what?

Glad to read this. Turned it off midway through episode 2. Ep. 1 was like… “hmmmm, okay, I’ll try another to see what this is actually about.” Watching a real time panic attack and bad decision making about how to handle it in Ep. 2 was too much for me and I was meeting that character at the bottom of his pit and I

Joan, sometime around this new year you mentioned in a longer (and maybe not even related) post that you were starting a sobriety journey. I’d been having a bad time and coping with alcohol, and it hadn’t occurred to me until I read your post that I could…just try to stop with the alcohol. I stopped and got help and