I suspect Adam Levine.

I’m normally pretty straight, but if RhiRhi rubbed her body on my door, she could come in and take whatever was in the fridge.

Yikes. Lavender makes me feel pukish and massage and yoga people are always trying to expose me to it.

Breathe in the essential oils from your aerial yoga sling.

Especially not all at once.

Your intestinal flora thank you.

I won’t do business with places that have Christian symbols on their ads or promote themselves as being Christian. I worked in sales and the only people I had screw me were those types of businesses. Other people would sometimes be unable to pay, but they would always try to make it right. The Christians just bailed…

I know. You’re just ASKING for a bladder infection.

Story time! When I was about 18, my BF could bang forever. I was at work and my smarmy co-worker, as a way of Doing Sex Talking With a Girl, wandered over and said, “Hey, do you know what the average length of human intercourse is?” I thought about it for a minute and said, quite in earnest “Um, I don’t know...20…

The “followers” are absolutely delighted to have their black guy to use as evidence against their racist bullshit.

I don’t mean to be a dick about it. You seem like a lovely person, and I’m sure you’re cool. But for me, everyone who asks about my skin gets a mental flag “avoid” because I am so loathe to talk about it.

I’m so sorry. It’s rough, especially as a young person.

NO. If they want to talk about it, they will tell you unprompted. It’s not any of your business.

I love this blog post about a guy who is a trainer and the girl with Down Syndrome he works with. Yeah, I know he gets “Down’s” wrong, but otherwise a nice post.

I always forget to use the Dear Abby response - first, a cold glare, followed by a slow, dripping with derision “Why do you ask?”

I know from my own experience that people can be assholes about any kind of skin difference. They will walk right up and ask “What happened to you? What’s wrong with you?” At one point, I had a facial bandage and many, many people asked “What happened? Did you cut yourself shaving? Hahaha.” It just rubbed in the YOU…

I’m not his mom.

Ugh, no, fuck you. It is unnecessarily exploitative to put this young man on display again. God, if I were his family member, I would want to commit violence against whoever did this.

Scientology is like your immature ex, who trashes you to everyone after you break up with them for being such a dick.

I don’t smoke pot and don’t want to. But there’s some evidence that high drivers are actually more cautious than regular drivers - the hazards they create are from creeping along, not from crashing into people. And I’d much rather encounter someone who is very high, because they tend to be boring and stupid, rather…