Eric Rico Ortiz definitely sticks out in a crowd. Having a huge spider tattoo on your right cheek will do that to a man.
Ortiz, 24, isn’t a fan of the creatures. Just the sight of one spider creeps him out and makes him run away in fear. Read more on Huffington Post…
You aren’t swallowing tons of spiders while you sleep, so don’t worry.
Occasionally the things that come to elicit the most collective fear start as harmless mistruths and grow into full blown sources of national paranoia. In times like these, we all just need to take a deep breath and stop to consider if we’re being rational. Perhaps FDR’s famous claim that “the only thing we have to fear is fear itself” isn’t quite applicable — we do live in a world with stock market bubbles and car crashes and all sorts of other terrible things. Despite all of this, here are 13 things you shouldn’t actually be scared of on Huffington Post…
I have a dear friend that has a very particular fear — she absolutely hates unfinished wood. Something about the texture and color of it just freaks her the fuck out, which makes it very difficult for her to, say, handle certain knives or sit at certain picnic tables. I never really got what it was about the wood that bothered her, but I can say now, that I at least understand her pain a little. That’s because, guys, I fucking hate an espadrille, and espadrille season has returned. It’s not the shoe style, per se, that I can’t stand — it’s the rope-y raffia — or, ew, jute — crap that’s put on the bottom of the shoe. You know, the stuff that makes an espadrille all espadrille-y. Whether a flat shoe, a wedge — whatever your damage — that stuff is gross. It’s chunky, and it inevitably falls off in rope-y tendrils after a while and just thinking about it makes me squirm. Keep reading »
Earlier this month, my friend and I found ourselves punching tufts of air while hysterically laughing throughout our first self-defense class. At 11 a.m. on a Saturday morning, I was pumped to punch some pretend perpetrators and learn how to become more acutely aware of my surroundings.
I consider myself a human suffering from “small dog syndrome,” meaning I think I am bigger and take up more space than I actually do. While this can sometimes get me into trouble, my self-defense instructor would most likely say this defect is the best thing a 5’2″ woman can be blessed with.
Check out the five favorite things I learned at my self-defense class after the jump! Keep reading »
If you thought vagina dentata was the biggest fear to worry about in bed, you are sadly wrong, my friend. There is a whole host of sexual phobias that could be lurking in your psyche. The general term is “erotophobia”: fear of all things related to sex. There are specific subdivisions to address various fears of kissing, shrinkage and even ladyparts. And I’m not talking about ladyparts with teeth in them, either! But just like those bedbugs you picked up from that hostel in Budapest, they can’t bother you if you don’t get them in the first place.
Guys, we know how excited you would be if we were as enthusiastic about entering through the back door as you are . Sometimes you mention it, and we smile and shrug. “Yeah, maybe some other night,” we reply noncommittally, handing you back the lube. It’s not that we’re prudes who don’t care about your pleasure, it’s just that sometimes our buttholes need to be wooed. This anal sex thing is scary for us, as it’s frightening for most of you strictly heaters. Even for those of us who have taken it up the butt before, it’s still frightening. Especially if your d**k is way bigger than the guy we tried it with. Once. And that was seven years ago. Our brown eye has gone back to sleep since then. Truth is: We actually want to try it with you. But only if you take our fears seriously. Unless you assuage our anxiety and make us feel totally comfortable about anal sex, it’s never gonna happen. Bring our butts flowers. After the jump our real (and imagined fears) about taking it up the poop chute. Keep reading »