Hey Claremont crushes, long time no see! Let’s be honest: first dates are terrifying. Without further ado, I bestow upon you a list I sometimes wish I had tattooed on my arm: 36 conversation-starting questions — each one individually tested and proven to start conversation — for fighting the first date fright.
Sex columnist Cross-Campus Pining debunks some common body taboos, explaining how embracing natural bodies doesn’t equal less enjoyable sex.
Sex columnist Sleepless on Sixth Street walks through the five factors that foster attraction and weighs the pros and cons of playing hard to get.
Sex columnist Sleepless on Sixth Street reminisces on the highs and lows of three hookups from their freshman year of college.
Cecil the Sagehoe details a saucy week full of dates, hookups, and self-reflection. “My path to self-discovery involved roundabouts, shitty lube and tons of introspection, but I came out with a better understanding of what I want from my interactions with men,” they write.
There’s no way you can legitimately believe tops and bottoms are making an equal investment in any given sexual encounter.
The following events are, for better or for worse, absolutely true. I present to you five of the most peculiar sexual encounters of my life.
CW: Perceived negative relationship dynamics My parents’ opposing personalities frequently put them at odds with one another — something that can, in an oversimplified way, be seen as my dad often treating my mom horribly, but also loving her more than I have ever seen anybody love another person. My
CW: mentions of disease/illness, verbal abuse, and drug usage In my first year at Pomona College, I would sob on every flight from New York City to Claremont. Each minute that passed ripped me further and further away from someone who I felt I could not exist without. Three years
I only recently gained the ability to partake in hookup culture. For all of middle school and the first half of high school, I couldn’t make eye contact with boys/men because I did not want to be looked at. I hated the way I looked, and, even more, hated my