R: You say you just like taking the submissive role, but I sometimes think you use that as an excuse to just lie there. Seriously, I have to ask you to touch me while we're fucking. I love you babe, you mean the world to me, but do you not like sex with me anymore? You never initiate it, and it sometimes seems like you think you're 'treating' me when we bang. I want you to want it as well... T: You're a really great guy, with nothing but kindness in his heart. But your inability to acknowledge your own privilege and advantages is kind of frustrating. You're always the one banging on about life being "what you make it", but dude: you're fucking rich, man. You work one day a week for an up-market business you'll inherit eventually, and have the gall to say you work just as hard as anyone else. We're working full-time to just about scrape rent together; you're buying festival tickets on a few hours a week. I don't begrudge you any of these things, but it irks me when you don't understand that we *can't* all just "make sure [we're] free that day". H: Fucking detox, man. I know you like drugs. We all do! But weed and coke are just sapping you of all that brilliant energy. You're really cool when you've got no spare cash, you know? It's because when you can't buy another fucking gram you actually go back to your hobbies! I'm not saying quit, I'm saying have a night every now and then where you're sober. A: You're such a Nice Guy, and it's to your detriment. Your eagerness to please, and the level to which you take ANY criticism or curt professionalism so damn *personally* are really grating. Stop butting into other people's conversations; stop being loud and obnoxious; stop creeping on girls who are SO out of your league it's tragic! And most of all, cut it out with this MRA-lite shit you're saying lately. Your espoused feminism is brought into question when you rant about how all the "second-wavers" in your class are oppressing you as a straight white man. And if you try to steal another customer from me while I'm in the middle of talking to them I'm going to fucking lose it at you. Oh, and I spoke to E. Yeah, I dunno, telling rape jokes while staring at girl's tits raises further questions God that was cathartic