Life Is My Pet Peeve

----updated---- I just realized the original title looked like I have a problem with trigger warnings which I do not. Sorry I'm so dimwitted. !!! Trigger Warning!!! !!! Trigger Warning!!! #Also, long-as-fuck warning. Bear with me, please.# As of the late, I have been using the common approach of sticking my head in the sand. The world is too big and too bad. To avoid crying in a dark corner even more than I normally do, I have checked out almost completely. I've gotten rid of all social media and have pretty much banned my best friend from talking about anything more pressing than spaghetti sauce. I know it's cowardly, but hey. What can I say. There are worse things I could be, at this point. I've gone back and forth about writing this, but now is the time. There will never be a good time. Let's talk about the taboo subject of rape. I've decided that as a survivor I should not feel ashamed because I didn't do the wrong thing and I shou...

Disclaimer: this post is gonna be pretty gross to some people. So, heads up before you go on... My vagina and I have had a strange couple of weeks. Last week, in particular. To start: Actually before I start with that let me give some back story. I am not acquainted with my vagina innards in, almost, any way. Anything I know is based in, just, guesstimations which are based upon a third party's vaginal canal excursions, okay? The pic below is what I imagined in my mind, essentially.  So, what I knew, before last week, is that I do have that *sometimes* elusive g-spot that some women have and some don't. Thank God for small favors because otherwise I would never let a man in there. Get on your knees to praise the Lord, you, lucky fellas, who are graced with the presence of my hairy vag. Also, while you're down there please, uh, you know. Do that thing I like... Thanks so much. Anyway, so I get super heavy periods. Ugh. Like, super-ugh. Anywa...