I’m sure I heard rumours about him being creepy to women many years ago - may even have been in a Kinja comment section - so I don’t know that I’m surprised, but I’m still really disappointed. Not Gorion too. 

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I kept regaling him with long, agonised accounts of my toilet breaks, in the hope of making it, in some way, our UTI. He had to catch a flight at one point and I realised that if the plane went down, one of the last things I would have said to him was ‘Honestly, it’s like pissing a live porcupine’.

I wish I could tell you that I have superhuman reserves of strength and courage but honestly I have just had a LOT of UTIs in my life and am a coward about going to the doctor. I can just about live with the frequency but the pain! The terrible pain!

My boyfriend was trying to tell me to drink cranberry juice and I know he was trying to help but a) this is not my first hideous piss rodeo, and b) that is a conspiracy by Big Cranberry

The ONE time I forgot to pee after sex, I got a horrendous UTI and suffered for nearly two weeks because I didn’t want to get antibiotics if it was going to go away on its own (it would not go away on its own). My boyfriend laughs every single time I break the post-coital glow by shouting ‘I GOTTA PEE’ and leaving…

Thank *you* for the valuable work you do. Glad I could make you laugh!

Now imagine it with Yakety Sax playing. 

Just realised my actual wildest sexual fantasy is having £600 of disposable income.

You know trypophobia? I don’t have that but these kinds of high cut bikini lines give me the exact same feeling. Just a soul-deep shudder. Like when you rub a cat’s fur the wrong direction.

Thank you. It is super weird when death stops becoming some abstract thing that just happens to ‘old people’ and starts happening to people around you. 

My ex-boyfriend, who I remained very close with, passed away last year from a series of strokes at 53. He was a heavy smoker though, who had used a lot of drugs in his younger life and didn’t take the best care of himself. It’s awful when good people go before their time.

My girl cat was a lot more accommodating - she obviously didn’t like it but she didn’t actively try to kill us. Boy cat was of the opinion that we would never take him alive. 

I was about to say, I don’t know how anyone can dose a cat single-handedly. My dad used to deal with the mouth while I was in charge of trying to get four very angry limbs under control. 

When I was 18, I had a crush on my 40 year old sixth form teacher. He did not discourage it; we ended up dating for over a year. His next serious girlfriend after me was a 17 year old pupil of his. I look back now and feel sick. Of course, he praised both of us for being so smart and mature for our age, which is how…

I kick out both my boyfriend (he snores!) and the dog he petsits (HE SNORES!) Sorry boys. 

I found out last month that my ex-boyfriend, with whom I had stayed in occasional but very warm contact, has passed away. My feelings are still so tangled up, not least because I am in a new, happy relationship - I find myself feeling simultaneously disloyal to both my ex and my new partner. I’m not grieving all day…

LOOK AT ME RUINED MY FUCKING LIFE