When she died, I grieved like I knew her. Something about her voice and songs just hit me in a place no artist has since. Her death was devastating, and I still tear up when I think about it. Amy had a unique ability to emote with her voice and make you feel what she felt. The fact that she is gone and so many…

This makes me so happy.

Also, given the stigma STIs have (especially herpes), doesn’t that seem like an unfair disadvantage? All other things being equal, if the final 2 candidates are 1 person diagnosed with herpes and one who hasn’t been diagnosed (which just means that, not diagnosed), how many people would just rule out candidate #1 on…

*hugs*

After my divorce, I wanted to casually date/sleep with whoever I felt like, and did not want a relationship. I was very up front with all of my partners that our relationship extended to sex and/or friendship, and that was it. Because I didn’t care, I was way more honest and less tactful that I would have been…

One of the very, very few things I miss about my ex-husband is saying “chicken tetrazzini” to the other person and laughing hysterically. I need to find a way to introduce my current partner to that segment.

To my brain, nothing. To my vagina.... everything. He’s a disgusting sleazy douche, and I want to bang him like a screen door. My vagina should never be allowed to make decisions.

I had a fuckbuddy who was abhorrent as a person, but amazing with his tongue/dick. Our interactions were limited to a quick bang and leaving. As soon as I met my now-partner, he was the first guy to get dropped from my rotation. But goddamn could he get me off faster than any guy before or since.

The beauty of a hate fuck is that, since you don’t care about the other person/intend to ever do them again, you can lose your inhibitions and try crazy shit, often ending in amazing sex... not that I’d ever do anything like that...

I. Can’t Wait. Janelle Monae is the best thing to come out of Minneapolis since Prince. Lizzo is a close second. I am in love with all three of them.

I feel like most women have an Aidan in their life: a great guy that is everything you think you want until you have him. And then you realize that you also need to have chemistry and just because he’s great doesn’t mean he’s great for you. Which is one of the hardest parts of adulting... learning that you aren’t who…

Everyone involved in that relationship deserved better: Aidan deserved not to be cheated on; Carrie deserved someone who gave her butterflies. And the second time around, Carrie deserved someone who dealt with his (totally legitimate) trust issues like an adult, and he deserved someone who knew for sure she wanted to…

I once knocked a candle into my bath and all over my chest. Luckily, it was a tea light, so there wasn’t much wax to spill. Then I decided the other candle was too close to the edge and moved it.... causing it to also spill on my chest. When my then-husband came in to see what made me shriek, he got a full view of my…

I was one of those kids... by junior high, I was a C cup. I had to adjust very quickly to the fact that many men didn’t realized (or care) how old I was; I was a walking pair of tits and that’s what mattered. It sucks and it’s not fair, but that’s the reality.

I am so sorry that you had that experience; it sounds like you missed out on a lot of the emotional support you could have really used at the time. The organization I work for focuses much more on the therapeutic side of things, and we are careful to offer options without pushing victims one way or another. Our focus…

I work with an organization that provides services to victims of abuse and sexual assault. We have a policy of following up 2 days after any contact at the ER with a victim. That gives them some time to sleep on it, heal a bit, and for bruises to show. It seems obvious that police personnel should do the same.

It’s funny that either of his characters for SATC and 30 Rock could have conceivably delivered that statement.

When I was in junior high, my family went to Christian music festival. There was a young girl (Stacie Orrico, for those who know late 90s-early 00s Christian music) performing a song about her future husband. Two guys in their mid-30s with beer bellies and sparse hair were discussing how great it would be to be her…

The church I grew up in would not let a man whose wife had been previously married serve as a member of the board, despite the fact that her first husband was so abusive that his own family helped her escape. I remember it being one of the few times that my parents expressed opinions that differed from that of the…

They really are.