To the lady on the bus tonight that got harassed by that douche, just wanted to say good job for sticking up for yourself, reaching out, and asking for help. Especially when he followed you. Not many women are able to do that, and they really, really should. You should be proud of yourself. I want you to know in no uncertain terms that if he put hands on you, I would've intervened.
To all the women out there, if a guy is making you feel threatened or uncomfortable, please make it very public and ask for help, even from bystanders/strangers. These creeps thrive on isolation and getting their victims to stay silent. It's what they want. So don't give em that. Always always always trust your gut, even if he seems 'nice' or well dressed. Let's empower women to speak up and ask for help, so maybe Vancouver starts to feel like a safer place. It's bad enough already without crap like this being properly dealt with.
All the confessions and posts running more than a few short, to the point paragraphs get glossed over. You simply lose any interest I had.
If I become HIV+, it will be my own fault. I hope it's not too late.
It's like you have to go all the way to the Internet Cafe or something to answer Yes or No to an email.
She dumped me fair and square, I don't see why she still expects me to buy her dinner.
I'm somewhere between a transwoman and public crossdresser. I dress fairly subdued because I'm 5 11. I'm also 53. I wear pounds of makeup because I can't afford hair removal. I live in the Okanagan where people aren't exactly welcoming. I had to help a friend here with a health crisis and had time to kill. I walked on Davie, window shopping. I ran into a short man my age who was dressed as a woman but with no makeup. He had a great outfit, and I loved that he could do that here and nobody bats an eye! And hated Vancouver for being terminally out of reach for a woman on disability who sometimes hates wearing makeup. I'd do the same if I didn't fear the violence that goes with being read as less than 100% female.
I have been single for six months in my adult life. I'll be 65 this year.
At 17 I started going out with a woman who was 20 and shortly afterwards moved in with her. We split up when I was 20 and six months afterwards I met a woman my age and moved in with her 19 days later. We're still together.
We've been together close to 20yrs. The past year/18 mo or so his sex drive for me has tanked. He hasn't initiated in I don't know how long. I don't approach at the right time, he's tired, it's right after dinner, it's too early in the AM, he's got bad breath, he's not in the mood-like every excuse. Taking care of myself is just ok. I want his body weight and sweat and the sex noises and heavy breathing.
I can hear him in the bathroom, a few nights a week, pleasuring himself and I can't help but feel super lonely and rejected.
I don't know how to start the I'm-not-happy conversation that actually leads to change or some mutual resolution. I fear getting shut down and I'm feeling too weak to hold him to consequence.
Bad style will turn off woman from dating a man. If a man wants to get noticed by a woman and desired for then don’t dress in street clothes everywhere. Up your game.
It's not to hide the bald. Everyone knows. It's because I feel better about myself with a hat on. Same reason other people wear certain colours or styles of clothing. I'm less self conscious and more likely to enjoy myself. Why is that such a bad thing?
And I just wanted to say
You're still on my mind
And if you'd only be so kind
As to give me a kiss
I wouldn't have to torture the readers of GSC.
And I still love giving my husband blowjobs!Happy Valentine’s Day babe.
#MeToo is getting out hand.
I have been single for over a year now. I've got a couple of close friends, and a cat that awaits me every evening from work. However, I am absolutely miserable. I've tried all possible dating apps and social events, and whenever I would meet someone new, I get instantly disappointed. Not by the looks, but the attitude of most people. Last night I went to a date, and that person only wanted to get into my pants. Or that time when I met a person on meth. Or that time when I met a person that would always frown when I speak and point at my accent.
It's a such a lonely and sketchy city.
Pho is overrated. Cilantro hate is real.
Get over it.