Analficionados—So I had anal sex with my GF for the first time last night. While she liked it bc it felt very different, I didn't really think it was that great. It was mentally exciting and felt forbidden, but physically it was so tight (even though we used a quart of lube :)) that it took a long time for me to come. So whats so great aboit it? Am I missing something?
Um.—A few of my friends said yesterday that they're just not attracted to black people, but they claim not to be racist. Oh my fucking god. How do I help them understand that that is totally racist? Is there anything I can do?
Drunken Frat Orgiers—I live in Walla Walla. Since 2013.
The Safeway store in my neighborhood is where these Whitman College students buy their weekend liquor. So I get a first-hand view of the culture of this city and the college squatting in it.
I live across a parking lot from what we presume is one of their frat houses. The "students" and the strangers they drag home are often drinking alcohol there until 3 or 4am depending on the weather.
Now, I went to a Mennonite sort of college in Kentucky, Berea -- and you know what makes it different in Berea? It's a dry town. Yes, it has zero alcohol for Berea students in that little KY burg. Those few who wish to trade their study time for partying must catch a ride to Lexington, an hour away.
Whitman College isn't effective in enforcing any sort of alcohol-abstinence policy.
So the students graduating there perpetuate the notion of the alcoholic artist, in between dodging all these complaints clearly brought on by their own participation in drunken frat orgies.
Given that these parties are really and truly going on here in Walla Walla, is it a stretch then to think that some of these party animals might rape off-premises?
At least Berea's college police had the common decency to come by the women's dorms and let us know when there had been a rape report.
I get the impression that out here in the Wild West common decency has become rare.
Those who are overly hot and bothered over this issue should come see how it really is in this sweatstain town before opening their mouths.
Senior TKE—Woah. Ever since I met you last Friday at the halloween quad, I feel like life has been just a little different. You were rocking quite possibly the best Dr. Who costume I've ever seen. In fact, my heart lit up as bright as the sonic screwdriver that I'm sure you had to borrow to complete your costume. (Insert four letter name here), I don't know what to say or how to talk to you though. I know you're in charge of all those backpage articles at the Pio, so you certainly know how to make a girl laugh. I'm always down for facial hair, and you've got that going for you. Then to top it all off, you like my favorite animal: wolves. We're perfect for each other. Disclaimer: I'm kinda only down for some cuddling, nothing intimate, but if we get too cozy I would definitely be down for some sort of long term commitment.
So—I'm a senior and I hate it here. It's a little late for that now, and I'm just going to have to do a thesis and pretend to like it, but I absolutely cannot wait to leave. I hate being under immense academic pressure to the point that I can't focus on anything. I hate living in an ivory tower and feeling helpless and ineffectual and like I have to constantly conform to a system that I can't relate to. I hate that being here makes me feel isolated from both the real world and the other students that attend this school because aside from study sessions, few seem to have any desire to build a sincere friendship if it doesn't do anything for one's status. It's all political, all the time. I hate group projects with people who are nice enough, but are very different from me and make me feel like my contributions to the group aren't good enough, and flat-out tell me that my ideas make no sense. I should be able to better handle criticism, but come on, Whitman, I thought we were oh-so-accepting of diverse viewpoints and experiences. I'm tired of stuck up rich kids thinking it's their business to critique me for things as ridiculous as drinking an occasional diet soda. It'd be one thing if one jerk did that, but many have. My body, my business. You don't see me critiquing some of those same people for binge drinking or other poor decisions.
This is not a friendly, warm place except for those who can conform to its standards. I can only hope that I will at least be respected and valued for who I am once I leave.
People witn Bipolar—How did you first deal with the idea that you are clinically ill? I am finally devastated after a life of trying to hide it and now I'm trying to save whatever friendships I still have left while trying to seek help. Making an appointment at the Counseling Center was my first real try at stopping this disease. I haven't seen anyone yet though.
Do meds help? What do they do to you? How do you stay happy and productive? Do you drink / smoke?
What are bad episodes like?