Matt really wanted to fit in with the cool kids in the online game Brawling Ultimate Machines. He kept losing because he didn’t have the right weapons and his outfits was only the default skin.
One day when his dad was out he took his credit card and used that knowing he wouldn’t notice a few small purchases. The first box was nothing; the second was nothing, next thing he knew he’d spend over $600.
Enraged his father called up, and learned this could not be refunded. Since Matt had used his dads money to buy such cool clothes in the game, it seemed fitting he wear his ‘default’ skin in real life.
Matt would be allowed to wear clothes again only after he repaid his dad the $600. Selling all of his clothes and his gaming system only netted him $200. It was going to be a long couple of months mowing lawns in his birthday suit to make up that difference…
The boys hated their sports physicals. It was bad enough being poked and prodded butt naked by doctors, but the complete lack of privacy was the absolute worst. They had to strip off their clothes in the back of the hall, line up in their birthday suits, and then wait in front of windows (!) as they awaited their turn.
For the boys in the front, it was only a couple of embarrassing minutes, but for the ones in the back, it was over an hour of humiliation. It only got worse when the girls heard about the show and gathered by the windows. Soon they’d know exactly how each boy in school looked naked… and there was nothing they could do about it.
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Just recently, my Psych 101 professor gave a short lecture on Stephen Covey’s The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. It was a good and empowering way to start the first semester of my first year in college. I’m definitely picking up a copy of the book and writing a follow-up post in the future with my own insights. In the meantime, here are some of the notes I jotted down:
Be proactive
Be responsible
Show initiative
Choose your actions and attitudes
Do not blame others for your wrongdoings
Learn from your mistakes
Do the right thing without being asked
Be a part of the solution, not the problem
Begin with the end in mind
Plan ahead
Set goals
Do things that have meaning
Put first things first
Spend time on things that are important
Set your priorities straight
Make a schedule
Follow your plan
Think win-win
See other people as a teammate rather than a competitor
Look for alternatives
Balance
Seek first to understand, then to be understood
Listen to other people’s ideas
See things from another person’s point of view
Listen without interrupting
Voice out your ideas but remain respectful
Look people in the eyes while talking
Synergize
Value other people’s strengths and learn from them
Get along well with others
Seek out other people’s ideas
Be humble
Sharpen the saw
Invest time in yourself
Spend time with family and friends
Find meaningful ways to help others
Place importance on your physical, spiritual, social and mental development
Try to evaluate yourself based on these habits. See which ones you already developed and which ones you need to work on!
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Thanks to science, this month’s calendar wallpaper was inspired by cells! Studying zoology has me surrounded by pictures of microscope slides of different cells pretty much 24/7. It’s such a fascinating and eye-opening course. I’m so glad I’m taking it this semester!
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Hello everyone! Here’s a little tutorial on how to make ribbons/banners! They’re especially handy for headers on your class notes or for decor on your bullet journal/planner.
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My name is Andrea. I’ve always been very hairy due to my hirsuitism, an effect of my thyroid condition called hashimotos, which makes me grow excessive hair all over my body. I’m latina, so my genes were already predisposed to make me have a lot of thick dark hair on my body, but hirsuitism has amplified that.
Growing up, I was teased for my unibrow, chin hairs, and my moustache in school. Though they weren’t excessively thick, they were noticeable for a girl like me, especially growing up in an especially white community. I started plucking in fifth grade. It was easy enough and I didn’t mind the pain. Anything to keep people from talking.
I don’t remember when I started shaving my legs, but I know it was soon after that, because that same year, I started shaving everywhere. I started developing at a very early age, and as a child, it was impossible to keep up with all of the very adult grooming I felt I had to do just to look acceptable in my own eyes.
Even at that age, you’re exposed to “perfect” bodies so often and almost no real ones, that all you can see when you look in the mirror is all the things that you aren’t. You look at all the reasons the women on TV and in films and on the covers of magazines are beautiful and they become all the reasons you’re not. Despite the fact that they have completely different bodies than you and it takes personal trainers and dieticians and hours of preparation and makeup and grooming and perfectly fitted clothing and photo distortion to make them look like flawless godesses, you somehow think that the ugliness you see in yourself is YOUR shortcoming.
I shaved a lot growing up and through highschool. It took me hours to do every single time. I would always get ingrown hairs, rashes, razor bumps, pimples and whatever other terrible thing a razor can give you. If I hadn’t shaved, I would hide my legs in pants. It never looked my legs were really shave as fresh thick prickles of new hair would poke through my skin the second a chill in the room gave me goosebumps, even if it was while I was cleaning up from shaving.
I hated shaving, but I hated being hairy more. Hairy legs meant no shorts in the summer. A hairy tummy meant no crop tops or bikinis. I went to theme park that also had a water park, with my best friend when I was thirteen, and she pointed at a beautiful girl in a bikini and said “that girl would be really pretty if she didn’t have hair on her stomach.” I looked down to see some barely there blonde fuzz on her belly. I was as covered as a person could be that day in the summer, without getting heat stroke. I knew I wanted nothing less than for someone to see me.
My hiding and self loathing grew throughout highschool, dying down in college as I started to become exhausted with the amount of time I had to dedicate to shaving without any sort of tangible payoff. I was growing more and more into a feminist but still had some setbacks, as the biggest part of my journey was finally having the strength to walk away from religion. Once I had, I was free to start openly engaging in the body positive movement.
And I think that’s where I met my biggest disappointment of all. I would look through post after post, article after article of these proud “body positive”, “inclusive” feminists and with each one, grew more and more in my shame. “Fat girls are beautiful” would be followed by perfectly curvy “plus size” models in flawless makeup, with no pot bellies, no sagging or droopy rolls of skin, and most consistently, not a single speck of body hair to be found.
I grew more and more certain that my body was ugly until one day I finally snapped. I stopped shaving and I stopped hiding it. I was uncomfortable and nervous for a while, but I did it anyway. I had made a decision. If nobody is going to call hairy girls beautiful, then I will. If nobody is going to share…
It was summer I had just turned 18 and graduated from High School; It has been a very good year for me. I had good grades, was learning to drive with driver training, and boys had started to notice me. During the past few years my body had started to take on the look of a woman. My nice firm ass was very shapely, my waist very much smaller, and my breasts had gone from the size of an orange to the size of a grapefruit. I seldom work a bra as my breasts were very firm and uplifted. My nipples had developed to the size of a gumdrop, and were very sensitive. Just the most casual brush against them would almost immediately have them standing out firmly in whatever I was wearing. I was looking forward to summer, finishing up my driver training, and spending a lot of time at the beach in my brand new string bikini.
Next year I would be going on to College. I was really looking forward to being on my own. My parents were very religious and protective of me all throughout high school. I was not allowed to date unless it was a double or one of my parents was along. Sex was something that I had read a lot about, but never really had the opportunity to take part in. My girl friends told me how good it was, but I had to wait until just the right moment to find out for myself. Going away to college was going to be my very first opportunity to go on a real date, and I could hardly wait. Little did I know that was going to happen in this the last few weeks of my last summer at home.
Driver training was on Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. The instructor was a bit older, he had just turned 20. There were three of us in Drivers Training, another girl and a boy beside myself. Our sessions were 2 to 3 hours long and we all got to drive at least twice each time out. We covered both city and highway driving and often went 25 or 30 miles out of town. One day we were on the highway, I was driving. I noticed Denny, our instructor, kind of watching me out of the corner of my eye. One time I quickly turned my head and looked at him, he abruptly turned away. I then noticed that he had an unusual bulge in the crotch of his pants. I kind of quietly gigged to myself, knowing that a man’s penis would get bigger when he was sexually excited. After all, I had been through Freshman Biology class in High School, and did not think that I was completely stupid about sex. A girl friend of mine had also shown me pictures of a penis in a library book. I remember we both were giggling about what it looked like when it was soft, just kind of hanging there.
After class on the particular day, Jenny (the other girl in Drivers Training) and I walked home from Drivers Training, which was only about 6 blocks from where we lived. I told her about seeing his penis looking real big in his pants while I was driving. She looked at me and said, “you know you don’t have a bra on, and the sleeveless blouse you are wearing shows your boobs really well when you have you hands up on the wheel. I did remember how good the breeze from the open window felt as it blew into the arm holes in my blouse and down across my breasts. I had not thought about what Denny must have been seeing as he looked over my way when I was driving.
A few weeks passed and we all were excited to find out that we were going to be issued our learners permit that would allow us to drive with any adult in the car. Even after getting our permits, there was more drivers training that had to be done. The one thing that we were all looking forward to was a trip to a bigger city about 50 miles away at night. For these training sessions we would be leaving about 5 in the afternoon, and returning home after dark around 10. What was even more exciting is that we would be taking these final trips with just our instructor, so we would have full advantage of driving the round trip.
My turn finally came and I left the house with my parents blessing, they were watching as I got into the car with my instructor and drove off. Denny was a very good friend of the family, and his parents and mine had been friends for a long time. It was amazing that only these few short years ago, nobody though anything about an Instructor and his Student going out alone and together. How things have changed over the past 10 or so years. We arrived in the city about 6 PM. It was fun driving around all the downtown streets with all the streetlight and sign that you had to pay attention to. I even got to drive on a one way street, something that I had never done before. About 7 PM, Denny ask if I was hungry. Yes, I replied, "I missed my supper because we left so early.” He suggested that we start heading back for home, and stop at a McDonalds that was just out of the city for a bite to eat. “Fine,” I replied and headed the car in the general direction of home.
We stopped at McDonald’s, had a burger and fries, and a cold drink. We got back into the car and he said, “I want you to take the next road on the right”, “there is a very pretty lake down there that I would like to show you.” “OK,” I said and started to drive. A few minutes later we arrived at the lake. It was very secluded with just a dirt road leading down to the water’s edge. It looked like no one came here very often. It was just getting dark, and the moon could be seen reflecting in the water across the surface of the lake. “Let’s go down and sit by the water,” he said, “I have a blanked in the trunk.” “OK,” I said and we got out of the car.
He got the blanket from the trunk, and we walked down to the water’s edge. He spread the blanket on the sandy beach, took my hand, and said “let’s set down and enjoy the view.” I started to feel that something was going to happen that I did not expect, and it was kind of exciting now knowing what. Denny reached over to me and said, “here, let me put my arm around you, it is starting to get a little colder as the sun goes down.” I got an excited feeling all over as he put his arm around me, his right hand resting on my right breast, ever so lightly. I could feel my right nipple getting hard, and I had this strange feeling between my legs. He looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you are a very beautiful woman, a woman that I enjoy making love to.” This is the first time that anyone had ever called me a woman and no one had ever said they wanted to make love to me before this. I said, “Denny, I am younger than you and I don’t know if what you want to do will get me into trouble.” Denny replied, “you don’t have to worry, no one will ever know, it will be very special just between us.”
I looked at him for a long time; he started cupping my right breast in his hand, and slowly running his thumb around and on the nipple. It sent chills up and down my spine, and my pussy had a very strange sensation all round it. He looked at me, put his other arm around me and drew me closer. Our lips met and in moments we were sucking and licking each others tongues. I felt the passion rising with each touch of his hand and his wonderful warm wet mouth on mine. He had managed to unbutton my blouse during our kiss and my breasts were now exposed in the moon light, he started to fondle them both, and slowly started kissing and sucking on my nipples. My back curved back, and I felt my pelvic area being pushed up, the feelings I was having were so wonderful, more than anything I had ever experienced. I was both excited and scared, not knowing what was to come next. He took my hand and placed it over his groin. I could feel his very hard penis through his pants.
He kissed me deeply, and said “why don’t you unzip my pants and slide them down. He was kissing me deeply as I reached down and pulled down the zipper. He raised his ass and I slid his pasts down to his knees. He whispered, "Now slide down my shorts too.” For the very first time, right there in front of me, was a hard cock. I had never seen anything like it before, except in a book. This looked nothing like the soft hanging penis I had seen before. It was about 8 or 9 inches long, very thick, and standing straight up from his groin. “It’s OK,” he said, you can put your hand around it if you like. “Just slide you hand up and down and squeeze it on the tip.” It felt so warm and hard, the ridge around the head so smooth and nice feeling. I felt a few drops of warm liquid at the tip, “rub it down my cock,” he said. It was so warm and slippery and felt so smooth and nice in my hand. “That is what is called pre cum,” he said, rub it all over my nice hard cock.
He looked at me and said, “Now it is your turn, I want you to take off your slacks and your panties so I can see your beautiful little pussy.” By now I was so hot and horny, a feeling I had never had before, and I would do anything he asked. I slipped out of my slacks and striped off my panties. I was setting there completely nude in the moonlight. He started kissing me deeply, then kissed my nipples, and then started kissing down my tummy. When he got to my pussy, he slipped his tongue between the lips of my pussy, licking up and down the slit. He then found my clit and started nibbling on it with his lips. I was pushing my pelvis up into his face just as hard as I could, it felt so very good. I was thinking, so this is what sex feels like.
Little did I know in that moment that there was a lot more to come. He looked at me, kissed my mouth, licked my tongue, and said, “I want to eat your sweet little pussy, I want to make you have a climax.” I know what a climax was supposed to be, but had never had one. He spread my legs, and pushed them up toward my neck. He started sucking and licking my pussy, paying a lot of attention to my hard little clit. After about 5 minutes I started to feel something that I had never felt before, I was feeling like I was going to explode inside of my pussy, I started getting contractions deep inside my body, and suddenly I screamed out with joy as I experienced my very first climax. The waves of pleasure continued over and over through my body. I squeezed my nipples, and begged Denny to please not stop what he was doing. I wanted to feel that feeling again, over and over.
After a lot of passionate kissing and Denny playing with my breasts, I was starting to relax, giving me time to wonder what was going to happen next. He held me closely, his hard cock against my tummy, his hand all over my breasts, squeezing and playing with my nipples while he kissed me deeply. He pushed up from me, and looking deeply into my eyes asks, “Are you ready to be fucked by a man?” I just looked up at him and nodded yes as I widely spread my legs, not knowing what coming next. He laid me gently on my back, taking his cock in his hand; he started to rub in against the lips of my pussy. I could feel it spreading apart as he started to insert the head of his cock inside of me. I kind of whimpered as he pushed it harder into my pussy. Suddenly I felt my pussy kind of pop open and the head of his cock was inside of me, I could feel it pressing on something that hurt really bad. “OK,” he said, I am going to break your cherry, “it will only hurt for a little bit and then you will love the feel of my cock inside of your hot wet pussy.” Tears were coming to my eyes, it really hurt a lot. I looked up at him and said, “OK, do it, I want your cock deep inside of my pussy.”
He looked deep into my eyes, and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply. Then with one big push, his hard cock broke through my cherry and was deep inside of me. I tried to yell out, but his kisses smothered the sound. He lay there very quietly, holding me, kissing me, his big cock fully inside of me. “Are you all right?” he asks. “Yes,” I replied, tears streaming down my face. “I want you to fuck me like a woman,” I said, “Make me cum with your cock fucking my tight little pussy.” Slowly he started to move his cock in and out of my pussy. The hurt had gone away and all I could feel was his cock rubbing the inside of my pussy. It was so wet and hot, and I wanted him to fuck me really fast and hard. “Oh Denny,” I said, “Please don’t make me pregnant, I don’t want to have a baby.” He looked at me and said, “don’t worry, I will take it out just before I cum and I would like to cum in your mouth, if that is OK.”
I was so horny I really did not care where he was going to cum, “anywhere except my pussy, I said.” He started to fuck me very fast and hard, it did not take long and I felt that feeling deep inside again, I was going to cum! “Oh Denny,” I cried, “Fuck me, make me cum again with your big cock fucking me, fuck me, fuck me, oh my God,” and I screamed as I reached the second climax of my life.
Denny relaxed and laid there, his hard cock inside of me, as I felt the good feelings in my pussy over and over like waves of water. I was so tightly squeezed around his cock; it felt so good just being in there. He started to slowly pull his cock out of my pussy; I tried to hold him back. He looked at me and said I have always wanted to fuck you between those beautiful tits. He slowly slid his hard cock out of my hot wet pussy. Getting on knees he pushed my tits together, slid his cock in between them and started to fuck them like it was my pussy. As he would push it into my tits, I would lick the end with my tongue, knowing that he wanted me to suck his cock when he was ready to cum. He tasted like something I had tasted before, but did not know what it was, later I realized it was the smell of my pussy and my cum that I must have been tasting and smelling. He started to fuck my tits faster and faster and I could see the head of his cock getting bigger and harder. He started to groan and pushed his cock into my mouth. I started to suck as he fucked my face. All at once he let out a very loud groan, and filled my mouth with his hot cum. Over and over I felt his cock swell as the shot stream after stream of hot cum down my throat. He started to relax, I kept sucking on his cock, getting every last drop of cum out of it. I felt it starting to get limp and he looked at me and said, “That was the best blow job that I have ever had, you are such a wonderful woman, I will never forget this night as long as I live.
We got up and walked out into the warm water of the lake, totally nude in the moonlight. We washed each other off with the warm water, and laughed and giggled about the great time we had just had. I told him that I was glad he was my first, and what a great teacher he was. We got dressed and got back in the car and headed for home. We arrived at my house just about 10 PM. Checking to see that there was no one setting on our porch; I then leaned over and gave him a goodnight kiss, thanking him for the "driving” lesson.
It was my first time for a lot of things that I had never done before. He was such a great lover, so gentle, and so sexy, I will never forget that very first time. Although I did see him from time to time around town, we never spoke about what happened to anyone. I would now be going on to College with a real sexual experience behind me, and I could hardly wait for the next opportunity to make love to another wonderful man.
Holy shit, I just found this picture of all the SAT/ACT prep books I worked my way through in high school, not to mention all the online tests and questions of the day that I did. It’s wild to look back and think about how much effort I put into tests that ultimately don’t matter in the long run. (5 years, y’all! I studied for these tests for 5 effin’ years!)
In honor of this nostalgia trip, I figured I’d share some of the tricks and tips I meant to compile into a post 3 years ago. The tests have changed since I took them, but this should be evergreen advice. I scored a 2330 SAT and a 35 ACT with these tips, for what it’s worth.
Don’t try to master the test material; learn how to beat the test. These tests are not like the finals your Lit and Algebra teachers are going to give you at the end of the year. You could learn the raw material, but learning to beat the test is much more efficient. Learn what grammar rules and math formulas they’re more likely to test so you know what formulas to apply first. Memorize a few stock essay templates, a few emotional but morally ambiguous stories and examples, and whip out essays that are little more than eloquent Mad Libs. Figure out how the test makers are going to try and waste your time, and then learn to counteract those tricks.
Understand why the wrong answers are wrong, not just why the right answers are right. Make sure you sit down after every practice test and go through every single question, even the ones you got right, to understand why each answer choice was presented to you, why each wrong answer is wrong, and why the right answer is right. The testmakers often function on the principle of the “least incorrect” answer, not the “most correct” answer. Being able to identify distractors will help you narrow down what the testmakers want you to pick. Moreover, understand what errors you made that led to you picking the wrong answer, and then make a concerted effort to recognize and preemptively correct those errors the next time you take the test.
Start studying early, especially if you aren’t aiming for a near-perfect score. I’d recommend hitting the books the summer after your freshman year. Pick up the subject that’s the least daunting for you, and get good at it. Once you have confidence in your abilities, move on to another section. With some aggressive studying, you might be able to get a score you’re happy with by sophomore spring or junior fall; my sophomore SAT score would have earned me a half ride to my state university. Get the tests done early when you have fewer obligations so you can focus on college apps, extracurriculars, and just having some free time when things get really hectic.
You probably don’t have to take both the SAT and the ACT. Most colleges accept both, though some colleges accept only one. See if all of your colleges of interest accept one of the two tests, and then focus your attention on that test only. If all your colleges accept either test, focus your efforts on the test that is easier for you.
Practice, practice, practice. The primary reason I kicked ass at standardized tests is that I knew practically every trick, question type, and shortcut in the book. Learn this test better than you know the back of your hand. Your most useful skill going into these tests is going to be your ability to ignore distractors so you can immediately start attacking the questions. Get used to the format. Get used to the time constraints. Memorize the directions at the beginning of each section so you don’t have to waste time reading them on test day. Don’t just do 2 or 3 practice tests and say “well, I basically know everything I need to know.” You don’t. The test makers live to use everything you don’t know on the test.
