Author: C. Frisky

My dear readers, As the semester comes to a close, so does my college experience and time writing to you as C. Frisky. Over the course of these four years, my perceptions of sexuality have expanded, exploded, and reformed themselves. With sexual experiences that have blown my mind and left

“So … what kind of porn do you like?”  I knew that it was a stupid question, but I was at a loss. I had just finished having sex with someone I liked well enough, but was doubtful it would happen again. We were both lying on our backs, realizing

In my first year of college, my heart was broken for the first time. I green-boxed copious amounts of french fries back to my room, wore sweatpants and Birkenstocks to class (shudder), and sent regrettable text messages to my ex late at night. However, during the tearful excursion home to

With spring break quickly approaching, I find myself calling old high school friends I haven’t spoken to in months and even making plans for awkward coffee dates with my exes. When it comes down to it, “relaxing at home” can get old after a few days.  When I called my

When visiting some close friends from high school recently, I encountered a problem that I hadn’t since coming to college: There was nowhere to have sex. Granted, this time it wasn’t because parents were lurking in the kitchen, and there was no fear that younger siblings might make a surprise

Whether you’re in a happy and committed relationship, you’re hoping to get lucky tonight, or your only plans involve Tumblr, your bed, and a bottle of wine, you can’t ignore the fact that today is Valentine’s Day, and suddenly your relationship status, whatever it may be, is in the spotlight.

Last week, I was sitting in the living room of my apartment when I heard moans coming from the direction of my bedroom. Naturally, I got up to investigate. As I stepped into my room, the moans only got louder. As anyone with a sense of curiosity (and a take-home

When I was 15, I went to a New Year’s Eve party and kissed the cutest boy there when the clock struck midnight. He had blonde hair that swooshed to the side and, if I remember correctly, he was wearing a turtleneck (it was 2008).  At the time, I was

“I’ll send u a dick pic if u show me ur boobs.”  At fourteen, this was a shocking and hilarious text message to receive. My best friend and I giggled for a while before deciding that the best response to such a forward and unusual inquiry would be to send