You Have The Right To Remain Ridiculed

Call it a tribute. Call it a temporary (and obviously inferior than the original) refugee camp. What the heck, just call it having some plain ol' fun.

Anybody up for a trainwreck?

I am.

Turns out being turned off by your significant other's skin color has no bearing on the sweet luvin'.

"I spent most of last night having a tearful discussion with FH about what I
consider his lack of physical attraction to me. I can't talk to him anymore
right now so I'm here. I'm black and he is not. I don't think he finds me
attractive and that it is in large part due to my being black. I wrote him this
letter a few days ago and when we discussed it he alternately denied everything
and conceded that he doesn't find me viscerally attractive but still loves me.
Though it hurts, I acknowledge I'm not pretty. I'm used to men telling me that I
need to lose weight or fix my teeth or change my hairstyle but what he doesn't
like isn't anything I can change. He isn't mean about this but his lack of
attraction shows and I resent it."

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For someone with a self esteem of this bottomless calibre, it is quite hilarious that she thinks she lives in a Fairy Tale World.
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"I think he does accept me but I am having difficulty acceptingthat I am
less-than-ideal in his eyes."

That's quite painful, princess Fiona... Quite painful, indeed.

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Let's start this thing up again. All trainwreckers regroup on this blog. You know you want to.