I had a nurse one time who gave me a 10-minute lecture on the importance of sexual agency. Apparently she was raised Catholic and until she saw a Very Important Episode of Oprah at the age of 32, she felt too guilty to demand satisfaction.

My family enjoys delivering sick burns. It’s how we show love. However, sometimes I do a little burn on strangers if they deserve it. Case in point: I run a library. One day, I was doing a walk-around the building, checking in stairwells and such (we’re a downtown branch, we have a large homeless and transient…

I was very badly bullied at school so I gave as good as I got. One dudebro in particular kept harassing me, so I accused him of bedding sheep. Simples. All through high school, nasty sleazy stuff from him, I rejoined with my sheep-fucker insults. They were awesome! We have a very strong repitoire of sheep related…

I don’t know if this is better or worse for being at a Renaissance Faire, but here goes!

Several years ago, my husband and I went to an Open House that screamed 1980s. A majority of the rooms were decorated in that violently patterned paisley-and-floral wallpaper that was considered de rigueur at the time. The man of the house was sort of hanging around (annoying the Realtor). He must have said "I didn't…

This post needs some cheering up. My grandma (stay with me) has a grand tale of taking a plane ride with her newborn son to visit her parents and getting sat with the coasters (ye olde band, “yakety yak”, “charlie brown”, “other novelty songs”). billy guy (alllegedly) kept chatting her up and making eyes at her…

Incredible never-ending embarrassment averted when my date for the Valentine’s Dance in 9th grade ended up being SUCH a bitching dancer. Even the cheerleaders were charmed by him. It was my Dad.

This isn’t embarrassing for me, but more for the rest of the school.

Here in the UK, high school dances and proms are really only becoming a thing now; when I was a kid, it was more the under 18’s nights (“kiddie’s disco”) at the local nightclubs that we had, which were kinda shit-showy as they would take place in the center of town in a nightclub surrounded by all of the other…

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

Worst honest excuse I've ever given. "Sorry, I can't go to the party with you because I can't sit in a chair."

That might have been rhetorical but I'm going to tell you anyways...

this is one I actually used. I was five years old, playing with my cousins at my Babcia's house. She was making dinner and was a terrible cook. When she called us in for dinner, I told her I couldn't eat because I was sick. She asked what was wrong, and I told her it was prostate cancer.

Oh, dear. :( This reminds me of a simply adorable girl I met at a rave a few years back who was sitting under the bleachers, sobbing. I asked her what was wrong, and she told me that the boyfriend she had come with- whose entry ticket to the event and drugs she had paid for- had just left with her best friend. That…

In the summer of 2013, I had spent 8 Very Long, Very Hard years in graduate school and was a mere two weeks away from defending my Ph.D. My monogamous husband of 8.5 years went over to visit our closest couple friends' of 5 years house to drink and play video games while I worked on all of my dissertation shit.…

Holy crap, my mom used to sing this sometimes when she'd be cleaning the bathroom.

A few years back, 4am at the trashiest gay club in Chicago. Like they pump in copious amounts of what we called "shame mist" so your bad decisions were harder to see, and there were no doors on the bathrooms. I am drunk as a skunk. Somebody asks my guy friend if I'm some straight girl he brought with him. I yell, "I'm…

I was 8 years old when I went into my parent's bedroom one morning while my parents were still asleep and saw my Dad had a boner. I totally freaked out, woke my Mom up by dragging her out of the bed, and called 911 because I thought it was a chestburster from Aliens.

Lived in NZ throughout the Hobbit Filming. Basically saw the whole cast out and about at one time or another.

Lived in the neighborhood in Wellington where many of them stayed.

Had a nice chat about the weather with Ian McKellen. He is truly delightful. My son had many conversations with him over time; I always gave…