He wanted to take a bath. A scepticism I already hold with people I’m actively dating and therefore aware of their overall cleanliness and living space, but def a no go for a first hang. No fuuucking way. I didn’t say this to him obviously, as it sounded snobbish and l...

It all started with a dude that wasn’t shit. Well, to be fair, none of us were, at least not at the time. A bunch of horny little babies running around, trying to get their dicks wet. An effort that worked out very nicely, at least for me, but that's neither here nor t...

After a rather lengthy period of inactivity and squatting on some familiar dicks, I got bored. I like variety. Variety in sex, in interactions, in interests and fetishes and largely, in dicks. Not to sound like the ultimate slut, but just like dudes say all pussy feels...

It was the summer of ‘06 and shit was liiit. Okay, I’m lying, shit sucked. At least in my 13 year old head, but looking back those were definitely “the good old day” or whatever. I was post-pubescent and horny as fuck but like most 13 year old girls in Southern Califor...

Growing up I basically lived at show venues like Cedar Center in Lancaster, RIP. It was the life blood of my angsty teenage soul and it didn’t hurt that all my friends and the hot hardcore boys were there too. After I moved to WA I quit going almost entirely. I never m...

It had been a few days but nothing had changed. My friend and I were still fighting. Fake bae and I were still good. Actually, not good, better than ever! We we going out more and diving deeper into each other than we had to start. Or so I thought. I was feeling confid...

There were a lot of signs. Red flags that I shouldn’t move forward. Shouldn’t pursue the attractive, talented, muse of a man who was showing interest in me. The signs were there, sent as a attachment on every text and email. For god's sake, he sent me fucking “Lossin’...

He had the type of name that screamed, “I was in a fraternity!” Unsurprisingly to everyone, he really was. For the purpose of anonymity, we’ll call him Sebastian. I stumbled across Sebastian’s profile on Tinder almost immediately after deciding to rejoin. I didn’t norm...

Without a doubt, the top half of 2018 was the worst few months of my life. Between his bullshit manipulation, the pregnancy/abortion and a slew of other things, I had had enough. The last thing I was about to deal with from him was cheating. Like, damn! I moved into my...

Did you see that balloon? The one floating in the breeze? Freely swaying back and forth so unbothered. As if an invisible child was toting it around. How did it get there? So lost. So isolated and without purpose.

Born from the desire to spread happiness and cheer. Blo...