I’m 19 and am literally days away from leaving everything and moving to Alaska. I’ve managed to persuade family that I’m going back to school in California, but I can’t handle being almost completely dependent on them and feeling bad for doing this. They think I’ve got everything handled…couldn’t be further from the truth.

My boyfriend thinks I orgasm 70% of the time. I orgasm 0% of the time. I didn’t think it would last when we first hooked up so I thought letting him have a good time was more valuable than the honesty part. Wrong.

Two years ago I paid a surgeon in Malaysia to amputate my perfectly healthy right leg about three inches above the knee. Everyone (family, friends, insurance, local doctors) thinks I was involved in a car wreck. I’ll be taking this secret with me to my grave.

I am much more comfortable with myself and my life when I am on vicodin all of the time.

I’m a black man who HATES black women. I think they’re loud, rude and ugly.

When my mom was diagnosed with cancer I didn’t feel anything.. When she was cured/beat it I didn’t feel anything either..

I am a female in their early twenties who is initiating a romantic relationship with a 17 year old transgender girl.

I keep a blog about my vagina. It frequently features my sex life and uterine expulsions. My family would murder me and then dance on my grave.

I’m more deaf than I try to let on. Thankfully, I can read lips.

I don’t really keep this from anyone, since the question is always framed like this: “When did you lose your virginity?” And I give them the number. So it never comes out that I lost it inside a dude’s ass. Totally hetero ever since, although I will gladly take Werner Herzog’s penis.