Of course, if the higher-libido partner were to sleep with someone else in order to stay sane and keep the relationship together, then they're the asshole who should be able to go without if they really loved their significant other.

Dated, ostentatious luxe. Only rock stars,the spoiled sons of dictators and drug cartel guys think this shit is cool.

Just fucking, I don't know, be a person. Be a normal person.

"Good" white people always ask us to fix it for them — "You tell me. What should I dooooo?". GWP always ask us to validate them — "I spent the last 15 years teaching my students..."

Original Spock, Seven of Nine, the 12th Doctor, Marshal Matt Dillon.

Quality bag, shoes, overcoat. You're good to go for years.

OMG. I was all, PLEASEDONTBEBLACKPLEASEDONTBEBLACK!

Because what happened to Diallo and Louima is EXACTLY like a drunken wedding brawl.

I hate memory foam. I've tried at least 30 different pillows from cheap to $250. This is the best: mypillow.com

I've lived in Oakland 15 years and EVERY time I mention that I'm a Steelers fan someone says, "They never shoulda gave Lyle Alzado the ball..." Fucking 30 years later!

I commented on the other thread but wanted to say it here, too: Your mom is a fucking superhero. She went with you armed only with mother love and a flashlight. As horrifying as your story was, that bit made me tear up. Please give her lots of hugs and smooches.

@Britters Your mom is a fucking superhero. She came with you armed only with mother love and a flashlight. As horrifying as your story was, that bit made me tear up like a baby. Please give her big hugs and smooches all the time.

ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING NOPE.

Since I was a teen, I've had systemic auto-immune responses to certain foods but rarely the classic celiac gastrointestinal symptoms. I got diagnosed with multiple food sensitivities, allergies, vaso active amine sensitivities, and Rheumatoid arthritis. I avoided the really bad ones: avacados, oranges, strawberries,…

Kathleen?! Hey, girl! *brofist*

I hate guns. But if this happened to me and I had a gun and it was loaded and the safety was off and I was lucid and I could see in the dark and he wasn't right on top of me, I would've shot him. Emptied the clip. Instead, I have good locks, good outdoor lighting, a house alarm and a territorial, badass little dog.

Bloody hell. That is one Ambiguously Gay Superhero.

ADHD whizkid, here. Words like "procrastinator" and "lazy" and "chronic underachiever" give me PTSD twitches.

THEM FEETS!!!