My boobs hurt and are huge. My period is 4 days away. I’m clearly about to bleed from the cervix rather than…with child.
Right?
I swear to god, if I don’t get my period in 4 days- I’m peeing on a stick.
This is why I need a legit birth control method yo.
I’ve gotten the same cheesey pick up line 12315343 times this month on my OK cupid profile, and when I call these guys out for their bad pick up line, their reasoning behind throwing it out there is always, always, always “Well, you are asking for it. What did you expect to happen?”
If when pressed, your reasoning for doing something is “She’s asking for it. What does she expect?” You should think about who else uses that reason and grow a better one.
Sometimes, in relationships, you have this aching discomfort when you aren’t getting what you need from them. And sometimes, that’s ok.
It’s ok to sit with that feeling. Think on it. Evaluate it. Ask yourself if you’re overreacting, if it will go away on it’s own when your partner deals with X important thing, is it even their fault and if not, can they even fix it? Would hearing “I love you.” and a date night make it all better? Is it something that you should be fixing for yourself?
And if it does come to telling your partner “I’m feeling X and I need Y from you.” Make sure that you figure out the best way to do that without making them feel like it’s all their fault.
Last night I had sex with a new person and I swear to god one of the hottest things he did all night was put on a condom correctly. No skipped steps, no rushing it.
Ok. I’m weird. I own it.
If I knew then, what I know now, I’d do it again. Absolutely all of it.
2013 was a great ride.
There is a person in my semi recent past. He was the first guy I loved, let alone liked after I broke up with my ex of 18 months. We dated for 6 months this summer. He left to follow opportunities my perfect college town couldn’t give him. I’m incredibly happy for him. Judging by his facebook posts, it’s a wonderful experience for him.
He’s a fire hazard, and he comes with smoke trailing behind him and I know it. And everyone around me can see the smoke. He’s back for Christmas, and I suspect he wants to see me again.
I don’t know if I’ll see him or not. He’s bundled around all these intense emotions and while they were all worth it for our time together this summer. I don’t know if they’d be worth it for one, two nights max of marathon sex.
I have good sense, and boundries, and walls, and he can break them all down and doesn’t even know it.
friend: I got a problem…
Me: Oh
Friend: my penis. My problem with the penis. its got a different color.
I’m not sure when I became the person that people come to about weird penis problems…and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Confession: Captain was supposed to be a one night stand. A one night stand I wasn’t even sure I wanted and was talked into by a friend.
Last night he took me home from a party with another one of his partners.
I was thinking about how he went from the one night stand I was not sure about to an important staple in my life. And I honestly, don’t know when it happened, nor do I really know why. Sometimes the universe gets it right.
Kink and Other things 