I Am Bitch Love, Dot Com.
“I may have broken your heart… but you fucked me!”— The house
One tap. No account, no email. Change your mind whenever you like.
One line — the thing you wish you'd said, or the thing you did. In a bar it's a drink; everywhere else it's a low blow. 1 on the wall.
Leave yours →Anonymous, no account, no email. Answer and watch the running tally of what the world actually thinks about love. 1 have answered.
Take it →Drinking games, card games, and the kind of word games that get funnier as the night goes on. Every one of them plays sober — the booze is optional and the rules say so.
Find something →444 plates and 15 drinks. The house menu, plus the real drinking food of ten cities — Tokyo, Paris, Seoul, Istanbul, Bangkok and more, in their own words and their own script. Marrow bones, offal, tinned fish, things eaten standing up at 2am. 73 vegan and 36 vegetarian, all clearly marked.
Feed people →Longer than one line. Stories, post-mortems, and whatever else needs more room than the wall allows.
Read →Live chat, right in the browser — no client to install. Or point yours at irc.bitchlove.com:6697 over TLS.
Join the room →Bitch Love scavenger hunts. The first one starts at Bitch Creek, Idaho — the only place in America the map will admit to. Five clues, points, no account needed.
Start hunting →Tees, a hoodie, a real neon sign, rocks glasses, matchbooks with a Cheap Shot in the flap. None of it is printed yet — if interest keeps up, it gets made.
Put your name down →A name at the door: your own @bitchlove.com mailbox and a registered handle in the channel. Ask, and someone gets back to you.
Request one →