It's a Braun Silk-Epil 3. The pain really depends on the area of your body. The front of my legs don't hurt that much, but the backs do. I haven't used it very thoroughly yet, because I'm pretty hairy, but the places I've used it so far are only just now starting to get stubble about 7-10 days later!

It’s definitely painful, but in a satisfying way.

Theboyriots bought me an epilator (at my request) and it's the business.

I'm just an anxious person. I like to think I'm not letting it interfere with my ability to be all in.

Oh. I read it as, “This particular instance doesn’t seem to stem from feminism per se.” In any case, it's the assurance that monogamy can work, maybe, that I liked.

My fear is that my partner will someday realize he doesn't want to continue to be monogamous. I have no reason to believe that'll happen, but I'm anxious like that.

My fear stems from the thought that he’ll want something different in the future.

It's just the fear that my partner will realize that he doesn't want to be monogamous anymore. For those who choose to be polygamous, go for it! Do what you do. It's not for me, and I experience (admittedly unnecessary) anxiety at being faced with the need to choose whether I'd like to open my relationship or end it.

Who knows how I'll feel later in my life, but for now I'm definitely into monogamy, and what if it ceases to be enough for my boyfriend?

That’s not at all what I meant. I simply meant that I’m personally not into an open relationship, and I experience fear and discomfort at the idea of my partner wanting to be with someone else someday. It makes me feel better to hear from someone in a committed monogamous relationship who continues to be fulfilled by…

This makes me feel so much better. I'm very deeply in love with theboyriots and can never imagine myself being ok with an open relationship. I get so scared when I read these kinds of things.

I love my Mirena. Her name is Maude.

I live in Nashville, and this is definitely becoming a dire need around here. There's traffic all the time now. All the time. And it makes me never want to leave my house. Bring me public transit!

Right. I love learning about odd little cultural differences. Particularly the ones that seem really bizarre.

That's so strange. But makes some sense, I guess. I remember when we were trying to potty train my brother, my folks let him go outside once and then he insisted he'd only pee in the back yard for a while after. At some point, it's easier to just allow them to do their business where want than deal with diapers.

Ok, now imagine it with an exaggerated Long Island accent.

Her hair looks. So. Cute.

I'd forgotten about the Ambien walrus and now I'm crying from laughter on this terrible, terrible story.

Facial hair is fixable. Douche is forever.

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