The other night, I played a flipped version of Never Have I Ever with a small group of friends at a party. In this game, Step Up, one person said … Continue reading
It’s a topic that tends to come up when I have several empty bottles of Corona around me and am laying on my back in my common room. I’ll stretch … Continue reading
I don’t have a boyfriend. Sure, we kiss. We often sleep in the same bed. We fuck. We have cute little names for each other. We talk every day, even … Continue reading
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my sexual escapades, it’s this—no matter how comfortable you are with someone, and no matter how strong your relationship (sexual and/or otherwise) is, … Continue reading
It never really occurred to me that my partner and I would be exclusive. When, after months of overanalyzing his text messages and flirting with him after class, I finally … Continue reading
I was petrified. The only images I had of it in my head were from the near-gonzo porn I accidently happened upon the last time my computer had a virus. … Continue reading
I’m never surprised when people read my queerness on sight—the reason I got my undercut and starting wearing combat boots in the first place was to align my femme exterior … Continue reading