We were at the Bear's second cousin's wedding in New Mexico when it happened. I drank too much, and said something I thought was funny...
I only have one "sex" story that I used to share in public. I was 16 years old and working at the ghetto grocery store that was a few blocks from my parents' house. One winter night around 9 p.m. I was rounding up the last of the shopping carts in the parking lot. This tiny little rusted out piece-of-shit sedan was a rockin'.
I have a lot of political opinions, but I don't do much about them. I vote. But I don't protest, I don't donate to political causes very often, I don't volunteer. I'm suspicious of all groups. I'm not "a joiner", and I really kinda hate people. But I finally found a political movement I can get behind: Free the Nipple.
One of the fucked-up things about playing recreational tennis is away matches. You have to drive to some other part of town and play on strange courts. And worse, we can't just walk to the Third World bar to enjoy some popcorn and beer with the resident mice -- we are forced to pick a different bar.
It was my niece's wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere. She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn't stop until she learned how to talk.
Fresh on the heels of my Body Shaming by Kate, her two best "friends" found a way to pick on my face.
We all have a friend or acquaintance who just blurts out the truth even if they are not thinking about it or even trying. Kangaroo-face Gilbson has been trying
Here's to another sex offender on the Supreme Court (move over Clarence, here comes Brett, an even bigger and badder pervert). But even if we voted both of them off the court, it doesn't fix the bigger issue.
Ran into a person (singular) online who didn't want to be put in any gender boxes -- no he, she, it -- uses the pronoun "they." Hey, I'm all for breaking out
When I was 14, all the hookers at the Imperial 400 Motel in Akron, Ohio, knew my name.