Anonymous

I sat up abruptly and to my horror saw this woman using this tiny tube of glue to affix these sparkly diamante things to my lady parts . . .

This article first appeared on Mamamia and has been republished with perm

My work at Planned Parenthood can be exhausting, and stressful, but I love it more every day. We are providing necessary care and a safe space.

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

I wasn’t thankful. I was too negative. I wasn’t doing enough. When I found out my mood swings weren't my fault, that I had bipolar disorder, I cried.

When I heard about the Ashley Madison hack, my heart sank. Not because any of my information would be released — but because I knew my husband’s would. Several years ago, my husband created an Ashley Madison account behind my back.

I had grown to learn that fighting=love. I was dead wrong.

Sexuality is fluid. And mine has led me from girl-on-girl action to a man inside me.

I remained silent, after I was sexually harassed at work. I was terrified if I spoke up I would lose my job for making a mountain out of a molehill.

Seven years before I was born, my mother made a decision that would change her life—and lead to mine.