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
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Sex Column: Not My Fantasy Self
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
Sex Column — Serving Face And Giving Head: The Best And Worst Places I’ve Given Fellatio
Much like a shark, the most reliable way for me to make a value judgment of a physical object is to put it in my mouth. Unlike a shark, I try not to use teeth. With that said, it should come as no surprise that I enjoy essin’ that dee.
Sex Column: Queen Queef Speaks Out About Sexual Shame
To me, queefs are kind of like quiches. They can be totally different depending on who makes them, and I used to be confused on how they come about. Unfortunately, the similarities end there. While Grandma Lorraine’s quiches may fill you with nostalgia and an appreciation for home, queefs
Sex Column: How I Stopped Caring About Not Caring
From the end of freshman year of college through the beginning of sophomore year, I hooked up with the same boy a handful of times. He cut things off abruptly, texting me that he wanted to stop hooking up since he was worried it would “complicate” our (nonexistent) friendship. I
Sex Column: That Time I Took Sex Advice … From Cosmo
It’s safe to say that Cosmopolitan is not my go-to for sex advice (the magazine, not the cocktail, although both result in regret when over-consumed). Ever since the infamous “#DonutGate” of 2003, Cosmo and its ridiculous, sometimes dangerous, sex tips have been the butt of many jokes, my personal favorite
Sex Column: Becoming Positive About Sex Positivity
CW: Mention of sexual trauma, slut-shaming I’m going to let you in on a little secret: I don’t masturbate. Now, as a self-proclaimed progressive woman living in the 21st century (and in a single room), I realize how odd that may seem to those who rub one out on the
Sex Column: At Least I’m Probably Not Pregnant?
Content warning: contains graphic sexual content. There I was, lying on my bed, rubbing my knee, and faking another orgasm, waiting for him to complete his 6-minute post-coital ritual of masturbating and finishing on my boobs. He did this every time we had sex. For some reason, he “just couldn’t”
All The Bed’s A Stage: The Act of Hooking Up
The Setting When I was in ninth grade, my senior peer leader told me a story about having sex on a waterslide. Literally, going down a waterslide. In that moment, I was given the impression that this kind of sexual activity was relatively normal — maybe not for everyone, definitely not for
Can’t Bring ‘Em Home: Sex Slip-Ups Overseas
Travel makes everything more exciting. Even ordinary activities, such as getting lunch or taking public transportation, are more exciting when you’re traveling. You can feel the new culture surrounding everything you do. Of course, the adventure seeker’s dream is the abroad romance. But sometimes cultural differences make a romantic night