There are two things that I know for certain guys are good for: pushing swings and killing insects.
Good anecdote--bad reality.
I can't say that period talk is my favorite bonding arena. But I also think it's sort of funny.
My mom had the breakdown for the family, and I went into therapy for all of us.
Never love for me, only obsession.
Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.