In A Relationship Or Two? Feel Each Other's Bits For Cancer. Celebrate A Clean Exam With More Feeling

I don't claim to be certain about many things, but one thing I'm one hundred per cent sure of is that The Pythons wrote this scene as a metaphor for my relationship with Life.

There's a dearth of terms for people in serious relationships that happen to be marriageless, so I call my person's parents my "outlaws." Feel free to steal my cheesy humor.

The sweet, unrivaled joy of finally finding a toilet when you have to take a monumental piss <3

I want to address the white people who say nothing about being “part Indian” until you’re defending the racism and/or appropriation of your friends or fandom:

Fuck you.

Eye contact = too much intimacy. Touching hair= ah, perfect.

I've never seen a sex scene or post-sex scene in a movie or tv show in which any of the characters try repeatedly to pull a stray body hair from their mouth, and this was probably the most unrealistic expectation I received from Hollywood as a teen.

"I'm a woman." "But gender isn't real!" "Well, my label, identity, and peoples' reactions to my physical attributes which they also label "woman" really affect me, but that's cool bro."

Speaking Thoughtfully on the Suicide Hotline

I was experiencing heavy ideation, worried I may actually try to go through with it again. I decided to call before it was too late. I thought of my potential suicide in the most logical ways possible, giving myself true pros and cons, considering grey areas, realistic impact, etc. The person on the other line was clearly struggling. Eventually he admitted that they were trained for people who were in paroxysms, simply panicking about their situation, and he had no idea what to do with someone who thoroughly thought it out in a rational manner. He couldn't help me. After a while of speaking to me, he assumed from my relative calm and way of speaking that I wasn't in danger. He said "it sounds like you're going to be okay. I need to talk to other people calling." I felt even more alone and uncared for after calling. If not even the people whose job it is to care (volunteer or otherwise) seem to care about me, I felt it must truly be hopeless, that there was no reason to be around. Sharing hotline numbers is great. I'm sure the service has helped many people. I wanted to share my experience to potentially help people like me, who don't sob and cite purely emotional motivations (a different experience which is also terrible) so they know what they may be walking into at such a vulnerable moment.

My flirting level: Kenneth

People who go to prison are bad guys? Untrustworthy? Inferior? Uncle Iroh went to prison. What are you trying to say about Uncle Iroh?