At first I thought there were pimples on my vagina. That was when they were only hard, tiny lumps. I noticed them when I was in the ladies room at work. The next time I went in the bathroom, they were much, much bigger, and I started to get worried. And was it just me, or were they really starting to hurt? By the time I went home they were so painful I couldn’t sit down. I started to think that somehow, this meant I was going to die. This had never happened before but I, ever the optimist, went to bed sure my vagina would be back to its old, sexy self when I awoke the next morn.
It wasn’t. The bumps were larger and even more painful, and examining my naked body that morning, I was sure that, for the first time, I was seeing what a really pissed-off vagina looked like. She was screaming at me, she was aching and tired and red and troubled. When I discovered I couldn’t even wear pants, I called the doctor and they told me they could squeeze me in two days later. (Here is the part of the story when you learn an unfortunate character trait of mine that will come up several times in this story — I am a truth avoider/denier.) I didn’t want to be pushy or impose, either (I am from Ohio, if that explains anything). So, I accepted my appointment and lived the next two days enduring an increasingly excruciating pain in my crotch. Keep reading »
I’m going to talk about my trip again. Hate me yet? Anyhow, I had a four hour layover at the Dublin airport on my way home from Paris. I was tired and bored, so I spent all my time shopping in their mall. They have a mall! In the middle of the airport! There was a Jo Malone store there.
I’ve talked before about the many ways Fifty Shades of Grey is ruining in the world. In a bookstore, at the Dublin airport mall, I discovered yet another: publishers are falling all over themselves to release as many Fifty Shades rip-offs as possible before no one cares anymore.
The formula for these books were the same for the most part; either a similar title (one involving a number and a color), and/or a cover art in the style of Fifty Shades. The bookstore had the good/bad sense to put them all together on one bookshelf, next to the real Fifty Shades and sell them for a deep discount. Really? As a book lover, I cringed. Can’t we let Fifty Shades die and move onto something else in the world of erotica? Owl fetish, anyone? But as I mentioned, I had four hours to kill, so I flipped through them all. Oh, the horror.
Surviving the holidays is always stressful. And if you’re single, it’s the perfect time to eff the pain away! Thanksgiving weekend provides a few days to hunt for hotties — especially if you’re traveling somewhere. But even if you’re stuck home alone, make sure you take full advantage of all the seasonal action by following The Frisky’s Guide To Getting Some Gravy On Thanksgiving!
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An Emma Stone sex tape exists, according to a “close insider” speaking to Radar Online. Emma, you little minx! The 24-year-old actress supposedly made the tape with a former sex partner before she became famous, not current boyfriend and “Spider-Man” co-star Andrew Garfield. The New York Postreports the sex tape is not being shopped around and “remains in the hands of the person she made it with.”
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Pardon my ignorance, but I was not aware that there were people who called themselves vampires. Even being A Person Who Is On The Internet All The Time, this had eluded me. But alas, Movies.com has found the “Twilight” interview to end all “Twilight” interviews: a man named John Reason who lives in East Texas and claims he realized at age 14 that he is a vampire. John rides a motorcycle, wears cowboy boots, and was married for seven years … which all sounds pretty normal until you get to the part where he runs a site called RealVampireNews.com.
After the jump, here are some of the oddest tidbits from John Reason’s interview with Movies.com. Keep reading »