Through Obscurity. Hope, I guess.

On haunted vaginas.

rediscover-me:

I was not aware we had so many Gynecologists to ask these sorts of things to on Tumblr!

sltwtrkisses:

feelingfeisty:

dearcoketalk:

Recently, I’ve noticed that occasionally my vagina actually literally has steam come out of it. When I try to look up the reason behind this, I just get a bunch of porn. Point is- Is this normal?

Is the steam accompanied by the sound of truck brakes? Are you a Warner Bros. cartoon from the forties? No? Well then, steam coming out of your pussy is not normal.

By the way, steam is superheated water vapor, so unless you’re cooking soup in your crotch, it’s probably something else. Maybe it’s swamp gas. Maybe it’s a ghost. Whatever it is, don’t you think this is the kind of thing maybe a doctor should look at?

Seriously. Go down to Planned Parenthood and get your shit looked at. Trust me, they’ve seen worse.

BAHAHAHA

Has it not occurred to you that you also blow “steam” from your mouth when the weather is cold?

It’s fog - you are warmer and moister than the ambient air, and the…water condenses as it leaves you and cools.

But if you do want to have a doctor look at it, have him buy you dinner first.

Let’s try that again

cunningminx:

This morning, as I was luxuriating in bed, I began to fantasize and get down and funky with my own bad self (yes, I’ve been hanging out with Mollena—can you tell??).

As I let my mind wander to images and situations that might turn me on, this is the scenario that unfolded:

A big, powerful man pins down both my arms and taunts me, asking if I think there is anything I can do to prevent this from happening. He challenges me to even try to struggle. When I do, he easily pins my legs with his thighs, leans in close, and whispers that he is going to take whatever he wants, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

Okay, yum! Good stuff, right?

And then, as my minds wanders and flips to the next scene, something awful happens.

He fastens my wrists to the bed so he can move around. He stands up, walks to the door, and in walks another woman. He proceeds to throw her up against the wall and fuck her in front of me, making it clear that she is more important than I am and that I will never be a priority. He makes it clear that she dislikes me, and she makes it clear that she will manipulate him away at every turn. I lay there helpless, knowing I will never have sex again.

How the fuck did that happen? For god’s sake, this is MY FANTASY! Lord, I can’t even arrange to be the focus of attention in my OWN DAMN FANTASY?! ::headdesk::

Yes, I started the fantasy over and ended it with a good dozen men fucking me and coming on my face, just like I like. :-) But still, that first version, drawn from real life, had no place there!

Sorry Minx, no self-deprecation allowed. <3

Reblog if you support gay marriage.

redgita:

cleanmartini:

chiclet:

anotherangle:

mutantmouse:

underwatermoonlight:

edwardisexcited:

robbieiscoolyo:

tellmedarling:

vegetarianzombie:

brandydarling:(via madradrian)

I support any marriage, of people, of ideas etc….in fact I believe in the future we will have our first gay divorce…:)

Pear Egg Graph?

apricotica:

Look, I’m really not that interesting.  I don’t even know what to say here.  I’d ask what you want to know, but for the 12 or so hours I had that springform thing up (now disabled) no one axed me anything, so I can only suppose my natural dullness is readily apparent to casual Internet observers and that no inquiries on any topic relating to myself are considered worth exploring, least of all in a tumblr paragraph on a godless fucking Wednesday.  I find this to be profoundly rational and admirably sensible on everyone’s part, and I heartily support your disinterest.  In conclusion, San Dimas high school football rules.

You know, I’ve looked at your twitfeed and your tumblr, and I see no sign that you let anyone know you HAD a formspring.

I think it is considered good form to give people some advance notice.