His Family is My Family Too
Growing up in a Filipino family, I never imagined calling a group of Italian-Americans from Medford, Mass. my family. I was always the only non-white person there, but they never let me feel out of place.
Author: Melissa Rosales
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Embrace Your “Hoe Phase”
Being single for two years was fun and crazy and miserable, but necessary. I wouldn’t be as happy, secure, and confident in myself if it wasn’t for that. I wasn’t merely “single.” I explored my entire self and learned to love who I am.
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Every Ache But Heartache
I felt helpless. I wanted to improve our sex life, but I needed to be sympathetic towards him, too. It’s hard to fix a situation when it’s out of your hands.
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The Perfect Sexual Fit
After an uncomfortable, honest discussion, I told Rodgers that although I did like him, we were just too sexually incompatible and that I didn’t think we should continue seeing each other.
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Bad at Love: Dating as a Bisexual
Dating as a bisexual is difficult. You’re figuring out your own sexuality, figuring out somebody else’s, figuring out who you are with a person, and figuring out what you really want
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Is My Number Too High?
They made me wonder if my number was too high. Did it make me a slut? Who would take me seriously, or even love me, with such a high number?
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Hookups are Normal, Feelings are Scary
Hookups are predictable. They’re like short mutual relationships—they’re simple and they give me quick satisfaction.
