This is absolutely true, we do pick our partners. My boyfriend sometimes makes jokes about being "helpless" but he's also like half hoping I'll fall for it and baby him. Ugh. Drives me nuts because he will do his part as soon as I ask. I just don't want to waste the 3 seconds it takes to ask. I just tell him, "Hey…

I just imagine this situation with any other part of a human body. "How dare you tell my child that his lilypads are called feet!? Now he's going to want to start walking around without shoes or socks and talking about them at the dinner table. You have destroyed his innocence!!!"

Yeah that's super sketchy.

Bump for handies. Sometimes Mr. Shanaay feels frisky at 2am and I'm beat but up for making out and helping him masturbate. I think there's some extreme intimacy to sharing what is usually a private experience. I don't understand looking down at any sexual experience with your partner; it's an expression of your love…

I've never had a situation where I've been with a guy with a thin penis and worried "Does he think I'm loose?", mostly because I'm like "This is tragic."

I HATE the "Can't you have friends?" line. Normally I respond with a Seinfeld reference to break the tension, "I'm sure you're a very nice person you seem to have a lot of potential, but we're just not hiring right now."

I have PTSD from previous sexual assaults (one at 8, one at 18) and so I'm super aware of my surroundings as a symptom of that (hypervigilance, super fun stuff). I have zero problem with it other than it being exhausting - I would rather survive than be polite and walk in front of a fucking weirdo following me in a…

10000% THIS!

I am slowly growing out of this. It's almost an addiction tbh.

My boyfriend is a musician and it's more that riffs are a passion of his that rivals the love he has for me. Passion which I think is healthy and I'm actually jealous of considering I have zero passion for anything at this stage in my life.

It's so easy to just not have kids. I don't get it.

I don't work in fast food but boy does this make me furious. At least get salt somewhere else like a gas station so it's not so obvious you are making them slave away just for you.

I'm going to puke.

Yes please. 666 tattoo on my scalp, I assume?

I think it's also about being tall. I'm a 5' 10" woman with a 34inch inseam. My legs are longer than most men I know (they tend to have longer torsos) and it actually hurts my legs to remain bend and clamped together for a long time. Airplane rides are horrific. Plus, thigh sweat is a bitch and a half. Yet still, I…

"When you're sitting on a train with other people, literally nobody cares about your balls. It's the dumbest argument in the world because it has zero value; your balls are hot? Tough shit. Get out of my personal space."

I really sympathize with where you are at. My boyfriend struggled with substance abuse and when he was high he would hallucinate and threaten to beat the shit out of people who didn't exist and argue with the wall/air. I was so terrified he was going to turn on me eventually, thinking I was someone else. In…

He doesn't sound like a friend.

This happened to my mother when she was around that age. That was in 1972. It's disgusting.

Today at work, some dude in leadership told me to "Smile more!" the second I walked in the door. I told him that he doesn't get to tell me what to do with myself. He said, "Why not? Because I'm not your direct supervisor?" I was like, "Uh no, neither of you guys get to tell me how or when to show emotion. Jesus…