I recently came to the conclusion that, when it comes to my love life, I don’t quite yet know what I want. Actually, it’s more that I want a lot of different things, depending on the day, the hour, the minute, and those things are often conflicting. On one hand, I love being single and being able to have sex with whoever I want to (so long as they also want to have sex with me, obviously). The last few years of being single have allowed me to explore different sides to my sexuality through various partners, and I’m much more of a chameleon in bed than I ever thought. On the other hand, I also desire commitment, monogamy and the fun and growth that comes with developing true intimacy with a long-term partner. I have not found that partner yet, so while I remain wide open to meeting him (I identify as straight, in case that wasn’t clear), I’m content to have more casual fun in the meantime. But while I patiently wait for love and get laid when I feel like it, there’s one thing that’s missing, something that I long for far more than a boyfriend to come home to or a hard dick to fuck:
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Police in South Carolina arrested a mom last weekend after she allegedly directed the word “fuck” at her children in a Kroger grocery store. Danielle Wolf, who just moved her family to the city of North Augusta three weeks ago, grew frustrated with her husband for squishing the bread in her shopping cart, and displayed her annoyance with a few four-letter words. A fellow shopper approached Wolf and insisted that she had said “fuck” in front of her children. Wolf had said the word to her husband, not her kids, though I’m not sure why a total stranger felt entitled to this clarification. “She’s like, ‘you said the f-word’, and I’m like, ‘when did I say this to my kids?’” Wolf told local news station WJBF. “She’s like, ‘you told them that they were smashing the bread’, and I said ‘no’ I said that to my husband, that he was smashing the bread by throwing the frozen pizzas on top of it.’”
One thing lead to another, and though the irritated shopper hadn’t intended for Wolf to be arrested, she ended up leaving the store in handcuffs. Keep reading »
We get a lot of email here at The Frisky. Some of it’s really sweet, some of it makes us crack up, and some of it is just gross (no, thank you, we don’t want to see a photo of your penis!). Occasionally, we’ll receive an email that makes us all go “AWWW!” and feel a real connection with the people on the other side of the screen. We don’t know 99.9 percent of our readers personally, or much about any of your lives, so it’s special for us when we read about how we’ve had a positive impact on you. Emails like this make us remember why it is that we do what we do.
This week, Amelia and I got an email from a longtime reader that made us both proud to work at The Frisky. With her permission, she has allowed us to (anonymously) share her email with you: Keep reading »
Almost exactly year ago, TIME magazine ran a cover story called “The Childfree Life” about the rising number of Americans who were opting not to have kids. One of those couples was Paul and Leah Clouse, who both felt that they couldn’t balance their creative interests (a bakery for her, a blog for him) and also be good parents. “If we decided to have children, we’d have to grieve the life we currently have,” Leah said.
Now, it looks like the grieving time has begun. Because the Clouses are having a baby.
If you go to Leah Clouse’s Facebook page, you’ll see that her profile photo is now an illustration of her (with pregnant belly), Paul, and their two cats, with a note reading “Baby Clouse Arriving April 2015.” For many people, having a baby is a joyous occasion, and I’m happy to congratulate friends when they welcome children of their own. But I just can’t feel too happy for the Clouses. Keep reading »
I never thought I’d hear a bluegrass rendition of any Iggy Azalea song, let alone “Black Widow,” which is the total opposite of what I picture when I think of the genre. That said, I’m kind of loving this. [Tastefully Offensive]
About a month ago, while out to dinner, I was taking a while making my drink selection. After a minute or two, I cocked my head to the side and said to the bartender, “You know what, can I have a glass of the rosé?”
I’d never ordered rosé before, but I felt a sudden urge to try it. And in that moment, without even knowing it, I was participating in a cultural shift that seems to have happened just this summer: magically, rosé is cool again. Not only that, it’s very cool. It’s like, the thing. Keep reading »