My Michael Jackson post got a single like.
You people wouldn’t know good music if it smacked you in the face.
Sample: One educated, 23 year-old, gay-male living in Seattle, Washington.
α = .10; two-tailed → z = ±6.314
H0: μ1 = μ2
H1: μ1 ≠ μ2
T=+6.00
We fail to reject the null hypothesis. My focal vocabulary.
α = .10; two-tailed → z = ±6.314
H0: μ1 = μ2
H1: μ1 ≠ μ2
T=+6.00
We fail to reject the null hypothesis. My focal vocabulary.
I feel sad because I think the guys who I am most attracted to - the big, muscled guys who can throw me around - are not interested. And then those types of guys show interest, and I feel totally self-conscious and wish they would just go away.
I am just going to put my head in a pot of boiling water. I have no reason to be so insecure. And it gets in the way - of my sex life, my friendships, work, pretty much everything.
I should see a therapist. Like, really.
#Oneofthosedays
I got home and immediately started taking shots, and now I’m singing (AKA yelling) to Gang Bang.
Said hot guy from gym messaged me on Facebook. This guy is hot as fuck, and quite honestly I don’t think I have enough confidence for him to see me naked.
Fuck my life. Fuck it all to hell!
