Would you consider dating someone with the same name as your father, who committed suicide before you were born, some form of daddy issue?
No. It’s just a name.
That’s not to say you don’t have some daddy issues. After all, you felt the need to ask this slightly bizarre question.
I’ve been best friends with a guy for two years. Fucking him for almost three months and dating him for one. Our entire friendship he has suppressed his desire for me and when we started fucking it was so incredibly surprising that I eventually stopped giving a shit that it might ruin the friendship. I’m still not worried about that. What I am worried about is that his sexual appetite has diminished. He has been having family problems as well as financial problems and I know that stress can put a damper on the sex life, but still, I’m insecure. I continue to worry that he’s getting his fill somewhere else or he just isn’t attracted to me anymore. I’d like to note that even though we have sex LESS, it is just as good as ever. Any words of wisdom?
Your pussy doesn’t have that new car smell anymore. You’ve been fucking for three months, so the novelty has worn off. That’s all. It’s really no big deal. It doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to you or that you won’t live happily ever after. This is just how guys are.
Actually, when you add the external problems with family and finance, you should consider yourself lucky that it’s only the quantity and not the quality that’s slipping.
You need to chill the fuck out and quit thinking this is about you. Have you gained weight? Are you nagging him more than usual? No? Then it’s not about you. Honestly, you need a xanax more than he needs a viagra.
And don’t get all paranoid thinking that he’s getting his fill somewhere else. Just because a guy is fucking you less doesn’t mean he’s fucking somebody else more. It doesn’t work like that. Besides, if you’re really his best friend, then you’d know in your gut if he were getting some on the side.
Ok so…..I live with my boyfriend and another male roommate who also has a “girlfriend”….if she can really be called that. Anyway, that’s whole other question in itself.
The house we live in is fairly small so everything can be heard from anywhere in the house. When my boyfriend and I have sex at night or when it’s pretty silent throughout I attempt to not make any banshee noises and generally keep the volume down out of respect and to avoid awkwardness for those who may….or may not be asleep. The “girlfriend” however does not. Sometimes it’s downright ridiculous. I’m all for making noise but under the circumstances I feel like it’s not out of the question to keep it down.
So I guess the question is….do you think the amount of noise someone makes reflects the pleasure of the experience? Do you think it’s necessary to make such noises or is it often theatrics? I’ve faked a few orgasms in my day and I feel like I might actually be more quiet when I really am getting off. Maybe that’s just my personal style. I guess perhaps the basis of this question stems from the male roommate saying the “girlfriend” was a “screamer”. Is this another one of those things that come from guys watching porn and expecting that?
Curious on your thoughts and love your writing.
Some girls are attention whores twenty-four, seven, three sixty-five — even when they’re filled with dick, they’re still empty enough for attention seeking behavior.
Imagine her making that amount of noise while masturbating. Ridiculous, isn’t it? It’s one thing to have a screaming orgasm, it’s another thing to be a screamer.
If you can hear her vocalizing through walls for ten minutes at a stretch it’s definitely theatrics, even if it’s not a conscious choice on her part.
Just tell the thoughtless bitch to shove a sock or a cock it it.
coketalk, i hate myself. i am 5”8, 135 lbs, vegan, and exercise for 1 hr a day, and objectively and honestly i probably have an ok face. but i think i am the most disgusting, fat piece of shit ever and i don’t feel like i deserve anything nice or worldly. i have tried to commit suicide several times, since the age of 11, and have a fucked up liver from eating entire bottles of aspirin and alcoholism. i have major depressive disorder, post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety, and an undefined social disorder from an abusive childhood and hearing my mom getting raped by my dad for years. tell me why i should live?
You’ve reduced your personal description to a series of dietary statistics and mental disorders. Of course you hate yourself.
It’s not my job to tell you why you should live, but if you want my advice I suggest you go eat a fucking steak. That shit is delicious. Definitely worth living for.
I’m not joking. Vegans annoy the fuck out of me, especially ones who use a pretentious lifestyle choice as a cover for an eating disorder.
So, here’s what you do. Find your nearest steakhouse — any old Sizzler will do. You’re a beginner, so order up a filet medium-well with some A1 steak sauce. Chew slowly. While you savor that delicious hunk of meat, I want you to make a list of all the wonderful things you would’ve done with your life if you hadn’t been the victim of childhood trauma.
After you’ve had a steak, write me back and tell me what’s on your list.
Is it OK to be against gay marriage if I’m also against straight marriage?
I love this question. Hell yes it’s okay to be against all marriage, gay or straight.
Banning just gay marriage is pure fucking evil, but I would vote to ban all marriage in a heartbeat.
Fuck marriage. It’s an outdated religious institution that has absolutely no business being a matter of law whatsoever. As far as I can tell, these days it does more harm than good.
I’m not saying two people shouldn’t get married. Folks should feel free to skip on down to whatever flavored church they like, say whatever magic words they think matter, and *poof* — they’re married.
Seriously, live whatever kind of life you want to live. I’m just saying the government doesn’t need to play a role in our love lives at all.
If I have the choice, should I try to be on the skinny side, sacrificing having boobs at all, or being pudgy, with curves, and a fat face? Stupid question?
This is a long term version of, “should I wear my hair up or down?”
The answer is always wear your hair up, because by the end of the evening it’ll be down anyways. You get the best of both.
Same thing here. Go for skinny now, because by the end of your twenties you’ll have boobs and curves anyways.
I just don’t know what is wrong with me.. I am 17 and I have never had a boyfriend or had any guy show any real interest in me.. I am very shy, so that’s probably a big factor, but guys don’t talk to me at all for any reason.
Part of the reason that I am so shy in general, and especially around guys is because I used to be teased a A LOT in middle and high school and it REALLY affected me..I’m in my first year of college right now but I still can’t forget all the names those other guys called me and how ugly they said I was… and how they made jokes saying ‘so and so likes you’ and then laughing in my face. Even when I just go to my room in the dorms, I can’t look at the guys on my floor because I am so scared of what they’ll say about me and I want to just run away..
I just feel so lonely sometimes but it’s just so hard to even look guys in the eye and smile at them when I feel so scared that they’re going to laugh at me or say other things..
What should I do?
Well, you could see the school shrink. He’ll diagnose you with generalized social anxiety disorder and whack you with a thousand milligrams of Paxil every month. It might help.
It’s a shame you can’t just have a fucking cocktail. There’s nothing like a little liquid courage, but since you’re seventeen it’s probably easier just to get prescription SSRIs. That’s always been one of my favorite little chemical ironies.
Other than drugs and alcohol, one of the better cognitive therapy tricks for dealing with anxiety is some negative visualization. Whenever you’re in a social situation where you get scared, force yourself to answer one simple question: “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Do it calmly. Do it rationally. Flesh out a detailed version of the worst-case scenario in your head. If you look a guy in the eye and smile, what’s the worst thing that could happen in that moment?
It seems counterintuitive, but it works. It renders your fears into specific rather than nebulous form, which will always make them more manageable. It also works because it draws your conscious attention to the fact that your fearful thoughts are just that — thoughts.
When your specific fears never materialize — and they never will — they start to seem pretty silly. You’ll be making all kinds of eye contact in no time.
Oh, and don’t forget to breathe. Use it as a tool. Deep, steady, meditative breathing. That shit works too.
Good luck confronting your fears!
What if I can’t find a purpose? I could go on describing my struggles and obstacles (or just laziness) in doing so but it really boils down to one thing: I can’t figure it out, and I don’t know how. I feel like a little bitch for being so lost and needy,and a lot of my misfortune is indirectly my fault, I will admit that, but it feels like I’m just not interested enough, or capable enough for anything. I know, I need to work hard, do everything and anything, but with pressure from people to succeed comes expectation and then I just want to quit. Even financially I’m screwed, personally, and in the bigger sense, considering half of my classes were canceled. I just want a fucking purpose to be inspired by, to strive for, to really want; a realistic goal. I’m not even re-reading this, I want to be as honest with myself (and you) as possible because I want to fix it.
If you can’t find a purpose, then you’ll be forever cursed. You’ll be parched of thirst and unable to quench it. You’ll be starving to death and never die. You’ll feel nothing. Not the wind on your face, nor the spray of the sea — no, wait. I’m sorry. That’s from a fucking Disney movie.
You live in a spoiled candy bubble if you think getting screwed “in the bigger sense” is having half your classes canceled.
Maybe you should quit whining and grow the fuck up.
Better yet, marry rich and squirt out a couple of kids. That should keep you distracted in a vague, though not altogether unpleasant sort of way. Then you can check back with me with the same silly question in a couple of decades when you’re ready for a mid-life crisis.
just wondering::: what is the best way to marry into LA? canadian girl needing citizenship. BADLY. i love LA more than any place i have ever been in my life, and my boyfriend, who lives there, probably wont do it for a few years. at least. i want to be there now. helllp!
Who needs citizenship? Just hop on a plane already.
There are three million illegal immigrants in California. What’s one more Canadian girl with an LA boyfriend?
Chinga la migra!
I have scars on my arm from when I attempted suicide a long time ago. They’re hideous, I can’t wear long sleeve shirts at all times and they can’t be covered up with a leather band or anything like that. So during the summer months they’re pretty much on display. Now, most people pretend not to notice them, or genuinely don’t notice them, but every day there’s at least one idiot that stares at my scars unabashedly for the entire time that I’m in their line of sight. My question to you is, what do I say to these people? When somebody stares at your arms while talking to you for literaly upwards of a minute, I feel that something needs to be said, but I have no idea what to say. I’ve thought about honesty, but that comes off kind of crazy intense. I’ve thought about joking it off, but I’m not really comfortable having them think that it wasn’t serious, like I was just some emo kid that did it as a fashion statement. I’ve thought about lying, but who the fuck would believe me. And that’s pretty much where I ran out of ideas.
How about a blend of honest, funny, and intense? Something like, “I’d really rather you stare at my tits, asshole.”
Also, why aren’t you using concealer? And have you looked into scar removal surgery?
Good times.