You Need Help: Grad School Killed Your Sex Life
Instead of thinking about how your sex life is dead, think about how it could be reborn.
Instead of thinking about how your sex life is dead, think about how it could be reborn.
In the world of sex, choosing the right song is key. In my life, sometimes I choose songs that are just right, and sometimes a song gets associated with something especially heinous. These are their stories.
Crank up some mood music and let’s get into it!
May is Masturbation Month! Here’s how the AS staff does it, featuring first time stories, all the weird places we’ve masturbated, how we feel about that and more.
Is that insecurity in my pocket or have you just not sexted me back yet?
no this look on my face is “excitement”
look how excited I am
also turned on
also our therapist says Tuesday morning is still good
I feel lighter than I’ve been in a year. I feel ecstatic with the possibilities. I feel giddy, like I’m falling in love.
I get it now. Hot toppy girls will like me just as I am or they won’t get to like me at all. I am good enough.
“One way we can change the narratives around our sexuality and our erotic bodies is by taking up space as sexual beings and celebrating other women and femmes doing the same.” This zine is on it.
Before any of my other sexuality identities, I was kinky.
My dad’s motorcycle magazines weren’t inherently pornographic; they were mostly actually about motorcycles. But beautiful, scantily clad women were pictured posing on them. And those women became an obsession.
How a 23-year-old bisexual polyamorous nonbinary femme xicanx in two very loving relationships does poly.
I’m queer, and I’m kinky. But being kinky doesn’t make me queer. Kink is not a sexual orientation.
It’s not that I don’t want to submit, it’s that submitting is so different from how I have to conduct my life that it takes effort to turn off that HBIC part of me so that I can relish letting go.
The joke was that we had to have sex before the election, because if Donald Trump won, I never wanted to be touched again. It was a joke. A joke.
I wish someone had told me sooner that I had been seeking mastery all this time, but I wouldn’t have been ready to hear it. Until r came along.
“It was everything I had been looking for, only better, because it came along with smooching and cuddling and spanking.”
“When I’m being used for sex, I feel like a vessel through which pleasure flows, hot and bursting.”
Your curriculum isn’t “one size fits all” if “all” means “nondisabled straight people.”
It took me years to settle into the idea that masculinity and topping were actually, authentically my identities.