Sorry, try again. If I’m engaging in any kind of consensual sex act with someone and they introduce something I didn’t consent to introducing, that changes the game. Sex without fully informed consent is rape or sexual assault, period. Anyone who is on the receiving end of it is an “actual” victim.
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I’m in the Bluegrass like your sister (so outside of Louisville where I am really is as good as it gets in Kentucky), and we’re hoping to relocate up to the Cincinnati area. I’m a native Ohioan so I’m hoping to get back across the river. So we won’t be too far from where we are now, but just being back in Ohio, even…
The heroin problem here is HORRIFIC. It’s amazing to me how it truly doesn’t discriminate—all of the stereotypes about who gets hooked on pills or heroin are out the window because it’s everywhere. I’ve lived here for almost 18 years and it has snaked its way down I-75 from Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky into the…
While I can send my mistress to Canada for a nice, safe abortion so she doesn’t mess up my lovely family of 18.
McConnell crowing about repealing the Stream Protection Rule made me ill. But he makes me ill all the damn time, so...every time I see him, I start getting twitchy.
If he wants smaller government, he could start with removing his government from our reproductive systems.
It’s pretty clear he has a personal vendetta against anyone named Beshear. He is the definition of petty.
To me, he’s the guy who is fucking stupid as shit but is convinced he’s the smartest guy in the room.
Thats only people who live in Louisville for whom Cincy is that close. Kentucky is a big fucking state.
Apparently, the end hasn’t come yet. Stay tuned.
Bevin is a fucking piece of shit.
As crazy as this is, I think I really needed someone to just say, high school never ends. Get right with it. Because I’ve noticed—it’s been painfully obvious, to be perfectly fucking honest—that high school never ends. But I guess I’ve still been clinging to the hope that it will, sometime, even after being out of…
I’m not talking about coworkers, I’m talking about clients that I have a therapeutic relationship with. I’m well aware of transference and I’m sure at least a few have thought of fucking me, but I prefer to ignore that (beyond an unfortunate incident during which one told me exactly what he’d like to do—I terminated…
If you REALLY believe that, then okay, sure. More than three decades of being a woman and seeing the public reaction to countless allegations of sexual assault/abuse/harassment (and not so public, since I’ve also heard what people say in the privacy of their own homes and in the presence of people they know) tells me…
I spent at least ten hours, one hour at a time, in a small room with the door closed with various men this week. Some of them are even married to other people.
So basically we have to travel in packs in order to do professional networking? That’s fucking ridiculous. We have to travel in groups so much of the time already (after all, that’s the best advice so many men can muster when it comes to avoiding rape) so your suggestion genuinely is that we do the same…
THIS TIMES INFINITY.
Susan B. Anthony was racist and probably wouldn’t have been much for LGBT rights, I assume. So roll on in that grave, bitch. Doesn’t bother me.