Here’s the way I identify, in my own head: Masculine bisexual cis female. That is a string of words that makes almost no sense to a lot of people in my life who would rather just be like “aren’t you kind of just … Rebecca?” And yeah, that’s true too. But my four-word identity is my short summary of who I am, what pronouns I use, what my love life looks like, and how I present myself to the outside world, or, in short, the way I relate to other people as far as my gender goes.
My presentation has changed markedly over the last few years. Part of the reason I slimmed down my wardrobe and switched to versatile basics is that I felt really inauthentic in the very loud clothing I was wearing. When I wore metallic gold miniskirts or flouncy floral skirts or bright pink minidresses I ordered from ModCloth — even when I was wearing structured dresses that complimented my waist-to-hip ratio beautifully — it felt like a costume. It felt like I was trying too hard. Switching over to jeans, leggings, basic tees, loafers, and combat boots has removed all the stress from getting dressed. Keep reading »
There aren’t enough songs about blowjobs, that’s what I always say. So, for anyone who has never given a blowjob before — be you a straight male, a gay woman, or a member of the Duggar family — here are silly songstresses Garfunkel and Oates to explain exactly what goes through one’s mind during a beej. But I’m warning you: the ending is definitely NSF getting in the mood. [YouTube]
I’m the kind of girl who wears a bra all the time. I haven’t gone completely bra-less since 1993. My version of going bra-less is a bralet under a shelf bra, with my arms folded, propped upon a pillow as I watch Netflix Sunday mornings. Unless I bring my pair to the party, good luck finding my goodies through a maze of mixed support.
To the annoyance of many women with big or small boobs whose bras are like a blankie of comfort, designers who create tops or dresses that are strapless, backless, or with cutout details are malicious. What the hell kind of bra am I suppose to wear under that halter crop top? I don’t want to have to worry about my tits going left when I go right. God forbid there’s a strong, cool breeze. Anyone else feeling a tad nippley?
To all the women who feel comfortable going bra-less, keep doing what your doing. For the rest of us, let me save you some time and explain the reality of each of these popular solutions. Keep reading »
Shark Week is over, but it lives on in this holy grail of YouTube entertainment, featureing a cat, a baby, America’s favorite week in television, and a Roomba. This is the peak of the internet, friends. It’s only downhill from here. [Laughing Squid]