The things people find triggering can be really idiosyncratic, too. I can read about horrific violence all day, but reading sober discussions about international relations or smelling certain foods have triggered panic attacks for me. I get giving a warning about things that many people would find disturbing, but it…

I have the Mirena, and I love it. I got it because I had heavy, 10-day long periods, and they are very light now. I had it inserted when I was on my period; it hurt pretty badly for a few seconds, but it ended quickly. Unfortunately, I accidentally pulled the first one out removing a Diva cup (which is apparently…

I’ve had really similar experiences, but for me it’s like I’m re-experiencing something I’ve already dreamed. When it’s happening, everything seems like it has layers of meaning that I haven’t noticed before. When it’s over, I can never clearly remember the episode. I’ve suspected it was seizures, but I never managed…

The worst sleep paralysis I ever had also had a metallic sound - I thought it sounded like jangling chains. I felt a presence come up from under my bed and stand over me, and then try to enter my body and replace me. Then I heard the jangling sound, and something like a chorus, and it stopped.

Mountain lions have a call that sounds like a woman screaming, too. That being said, running into a mountain lion is still pretty scary. I’ve heard they are totally confused by tents and won’t bother trying to get inside them, so that’s some consolation.

I’m lactose intolerant, and I’ve been eating cheese and suffering the consequences for years. Tragically, the consequences have finally escalated to truly disgusting levels, and I think I’m going to have to quit. It sucks.

That is my favorite kind of dinner.

Sometimes I think I am a fool for trying to make a living providing goods and services that have some actual value to normal people. It seems the way to go is to 1) find out where the rich people are, 2) come up with some nonsense, and 3) tell the rich people it will somehow make them healthier and happier.

You know how in science fiction movies people are always wearing spandex jumpsuits? I think we’re entering that phase of the future.

That looks like electrical tape in the picture, which isn’t as sticky. I did read a horrible story about a transman who used duct tape on his breasts and did actually lose a nipple. Duct tape on your body is bad news.

We used to have an alcoholic neighbor whose husband wouldn’t let her keep alcohol at home, and who didn’t have a car, who would come over to our house to get my mom to give her beer. Of course my mom could have said no, but I think in her mind she had to do whatever she was asked to do.

My mom was really emotionally abusive with us and a doormat with everyone else. Everyone else thought she was sooooo nice, and she believed it herself. I think it was because we were the only people she had power over - I suspect that happens a lot.

I think you have hit the nail on the head! I am very much a WASP, and the Venn diagram of the people who have told me it is my sacred duty to reproduce and the people who complain about immigrants, people of color, and religious minorities is more or less a circle. Gotta make the right kinda babies so we don’t get…

You are lucky. I think it depends on what people you are around. I’ve gotten a lot of criticism from people I wasn’t related to about not wanting children. No one in my current group of friends or colleagues criticizes people for not wanting children, thank goodness, but I think that has more to do with pruning those…

I want the wall, too! It’s like being under a tree canopy, with that dappled light.

In California, letting your lawn die probably does more good than skipping showers anyways. From the EPA: “In dry climates such as the Southwest, a household’s outdoor water use can be as high as 60 percent.” Showers and baths are amazing for pain. Screw the grass; it’s not supposed to be there anyways.

You can take my maxi dresses over my cold, dead body. Anything that lets me air out my vag, while disguising my two-weeks’ worth of leg stubble and the socks I’m wearing with ballet flats is a good thing in my book.

My mom had this idea that caring what size clothes are is being “picky,” so I had clothes that were obviously way too big or small. Like, pants I couldn’t zip up, or that were so big that they wouldn’t stay up without a belt.

Hah! I did almost the same thing to a bunch of my college classmates the last time I saw them before graduation. I’m still embarrassed about it - not so much because I did it, but because I wasn’t more articulate about why I hated them all. Sometimes it’s nice knowing you’ll never see someone again.

I grew up eating peanut butter, banana, and mayonnaise sandwiches. I liked them, but I'm a little ashamed of myself for it.