Ossiana M. Tepfenhart

I've been a fan of Dolls Kill for about five years. It's been my go-to for clothing for as long as I've known about them. They have it all—rave clothes, goth boots, festival pants...You name it.

I was talking to my friend, Jay Diamondz, about the crazy things that happen backstage. With the most hilariously casual tone in his voice, he told me that he once had a guy dress up as a busboy to get backstage in order to meet him.

Recently, a friend of mine made the mistake of trying to buy me a cheap sex toy from Spencer’s as a gag gift. It wasn’t really that big a deal. It was a cheap flogger that reeked of plastic, had a total of three little leather “hairs” on it, and fell apart as I held it. Though it was a gag gift, it also still made me a little disappointed. It really, truly looked that cheap.

We live in an era where being healthy is the equivalent of being cool. On Instagram, models compare their workouts and encourage followers to give the gym a try. Celebrities talk about overcoming addiction every day. Posting shots of healthy meals and diet advice on social media is not only the norm, but even encouraged.

HBO recently made the announcement that they would get "mediators" and coaches for actors who will be performing sex scenes in their movies and shows. It seems like such a frivolous idea, doesn't it? I mean, how hard could it be to shoot a decent scene involving fake sex, right?

I remember the last time I stepped in vomit.