I recently began my sex toy journey, and once I stopped giggling about the bucket of dusty pocket pussies in the corner of the sex shop (shout out Good Vibrations in Brookline), I realized some of the adult toys looked eerily familiar…
In middle school, I started filling a journal with ideas of my future girlfriend. Giddy with the thought of my first queer love, I scribbled down every scenario I could think of. Some of them came true. Some of them didn’t. Two queer relationships and a college-hookup-bonanza later, I’m dating a man. After six years of declared lesbianism, this revelation of bisexuality felt like a step back…
Like many hopeful romantics, my guilty pleasures include: my favorite rom-com, coffee or tea, a sexy lingerie set (typically under unassuming clothing), a good snack—oh and anything that may possibly bring my romantic inclinations to life. This so happened to be: the Law of Detachment…
I truly didn’t know what to expect going to a queer bar for the first time. In my head, I looked forward to not having to play the “Are they into women?” game—having to analyze a person’s outfit, hair, body language, or seeing if they would make eye contact with me from across the room before approaching someone I’m interested in…
The seemingly straightforward title of “songs i wanna get fucked to” is more layered than one may expect. Trinna, the playlist’s creator, says in the description that the playlist has a “‘please be gentle when you’re ripping me apart’ kinda vibe.” At 13 hours and 34 minutes, the playlist’s bold length challenges the selectivity of its creator…
Of all the paths we go down in life, the most difficult is the high road. Someone wise once said, “Your oldest friends are the ones you’ve forgiven the most.” I’ve been mulling it over ever since, wondering how much power people truly have to forgive when human error holds us back.
Our relationship started when we were seventeen and eighteen, graduating high school. Now we are turning twenty-two and twenty-three, graduating college. One can only imagine the changes we’ve experienced in arguably some of our most formative years.
College is the ultimate playground for figuring out your sexuality, testing the waters with different partners, or finding a sneaky spot for some extracurricular fun. But at what point does “fun” start feeling less like a thrilling memory and more like a public service announcement?
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, had a wife and couldn’t keep her…Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater… You know the story, even when it’s embellished: It starts with two people in love and ends in disaster, like some good things do, often leaving one person heartbroken and the other responsible…