I really wish I could edit my comments.
I’ve added a feature that gives you a 15 minute window to edit or delete any comments you make on my site. (Good suggestion.)
I’m more content than I have been in a long time. Why does that fill me with a vague sense of dread?
I like to refer to that as cosmic background anxiety. It’s a sort of low-level existential angst that’s always there, and you only feel it when all the other noise and static is gone.
Casual guy told me I was too smart for him/ he couldn’t keep up. Then we fucked one last time and he ghosted. It’s just an excuse cause he’s not into it, right? What the fuck
The whole “he’s just not that into you” thing implies that it actually had something to do with you in the first place. In a casual world full of narcissists, y’all need to start getting used to the fact that it wasn’t ever about you to begin with.
he didn’t contact me when he was single but now that he’s in a relationship, he’s all up on me. why would someone want to fuck me when they have a girlfriend but not when they’re single?
Apparently, you’re side-piece material.
What’s left after the being in love phase is over?
Love. Or ennui. Or both. Depends on how you play it.
Thoughts on unconditional basic income?
I like the idea of social dividends, but I’d rather see the American experiment head in the direction of tuition-free college and universal health care.
If you were tied down and blindfolded to a bed and had a variety of men and women to eat your pussy, do you think you’d be able to identify the men from the women?
Easily. I know this from experience.
Does your therapist know about your advice column? Do you discuss or debate your advice?
I’m in between therapists at the moment, but no, sorry. I don’t talk about you guys in therapy.
You’ve become much less of an internet wackadoo since you’ve stopped using tumblr.
It’s been three months. What could you possibly be referring to?