Wednesday, 10 May 2017 05:13 PM
What do they have to do to get out of the friend zone? They are rather shy at first and do not carry out conversations much, but get to know them, and they will be a social butterfly. They are nice, caring, charismatic, and have a great personality, but they are afraid that people are not interested in them. They have never been on a date or dated in a long time, so things can go wrong. Any advice on what they should do?
Tuesday, 09 May 2017 11:26 PM
I don't like the lion king. I don't think it's that amazing.
Tuesday, 09 May 2017 12:49 AM
gender is biological. Gender fluidity is illogical.
Sunday, 07 May 2017 08:52 AM
Well... thank you so much to the assholes who thought graduation being held outdoors in that HORRID sun would be a good idea! Now I have wicked Sun Poison from it and I'm throwing up in spadeloads! -_-
Saturday, 06 May 2017 10:16 PM
I've never been to a concert. I was asked if I wanted to go see Neil McCoy a few years ago, you know "The Shake." But sadly I had to decline due to a minor lawn mower incident a few days earlier. I'm hoping that there are still tickets for Tracy Lawrence this summer though. "Paint me a Birmingham" is my jam.
Saturday, 06 May 2017 01:07 PM
I am trying to figure out if financial aid would be applied to the 850/month rent at the bears village, formerly the university apartments, as part of student cost for each semester. I'd be living there as a grad' student, along with my wife and son, and we would be moving there from South Texas.
Since the university doesn't own them anymore, I don't know if rent for there would be able to be transferred from a student account to them for rent payment. What is confusing is that the company that owns it now is running it as student housing, so I don't know if rent for there will be part of what is figured for student cost via financial aid award package.
Another option for my wife, teenage son, and me might be arlington park apts, but then the issue is having to buy out the other bed, but I don't know if the cost of buying out the second bed would be automatically calculated into a financial aid package. I have spoken with reps from graduate student, financial aid, and residential housing departments, to no avail.
Friday, 05 May 2017 12:01 PM
Please stop all the bitching about PC bullshit in your posts. No one gives a shit ands it's one of the reasons this page is dead.
Thursday, 04 May 2017 10:51 PM
Sitting in my home and feeling confident in my anti-racist beliefs I sit down to watch the critically acclaimed Netflix original: "Dear White People". I expected myself to laugh alongside the characters at the rediculousness of post race white people. Instead I felt... judged? I don't mean to sound entitled, but I truly feel betrayed. After all the friends and family I lost by expressing the universal truth that all humans are created equal, I feel as though the least I deserve is to not be relabeled as an oppressor. But that's not all. There's a scene in which the protagonist (a black woman) has sex with a white man, and then dodges the question when he expresses he wants to be more. Before this scene I was uncomfortable, after, enraged.
Straight women constantly tell me how lucky I am to get to date gay men. They comment on how sweet, well dressed, fun, etc, etc, thier gay best friend is. Spoiler alert for straight ladies: gay men are the worst. The only reason your pet gay is so nice is because he doesn't want to sleep with you. Once your in his dating pool, if you're not a 10/10, if you're not into fucking every goddamn stranger at a club, if you think gay men are more than a stereotype, then you're on your own.
I just want to date a straight guy. I feel like being gay limits me to dealing with an endless stream of limp-wristed, weak, vapid, effeminate men with the social grace of a slutty highschool girl. I see tons of men I want to be with, but none whom I have a chance with. Thus resigning me to a long series of hate-fucks with people I loathe entirely.
My current sad facsimile of a boyfriend is a total edgelord who's so absorbed in his misanthropic musings that he fails to see how much I can't stand it when he opens his mouth. His body is good though, that's about the only redeeming characteristic he has.
And so I'm left here, in quiet anonymous desperation, hoping that by throwing this out there, it will resonate with someone, and maybe I won't feel so alone. Maybe I won't feel so ashamed.