Romance

Have you ever been in class and the guy you find cute is staring at you again? You immediately dart your eyes to your email inbox to avoid it? Well, I have…

My friends always called me the shy one in middle school. It’s a funny thing to be told that you’re shy when you’re far from it. What they really meant was, “Anna doesn’t talk to boys.” They were right about that. I was too scared and too anxious…

I know that the phrase “incestual friend groups” is kind of disgusting, but it helps to paint a picture of the groups we know all too well. While it’s not uncommon for non-queer friend groups to also fuck each other, it does (from my experience) happen at an insane rate in queer ones. We can go from a kiki to a kiss kiss at such a natural yet rapid pace that it can be hard to keep up with who’s been with who.

I have vividly dreamed of my wedding day, particularly my first dance, since childhood. I remember gathering my animals in a line and sending them down the aisle one by one on multiple occasions. Dance, to me, is a tying of souls. Really, my perfect scene only has two problems: first, I am not a very smooth dancer, and second, how are people outside of heteronormative gender roles supposed to partner dance?

There’s something about the first crisp morning in October that triggers an almost Pavlovian response in the perpetually single. Perhaps it’s the way scarves begin appearing around necks like relationship status indicators, or how every coffee shop suddenly transforms into a backdrop for potential romance…

He’s the sweet, bumbling “fixer-upper.” He’s a-dork-ably funny, and he never learned how to do laundry. His ineptitude is endearing at first, until you’re months into proving Freud right and teaching a grown man how to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher…

Yearning, pining, longing… Have you or someone you know been a victim of unrequited love? You may be entitled to emotional compensation…

There are three screens in front of me, filming a woman spanked by a man, from triad perspectives. Other men, hiding behind trees, touching themselves, to see how it feels. My steps roam through the room, am I a fool to come and see something so cruel? I ridicule myself for the role I play, amongst associating objectifiers, yet none of us look away.

College life is a juggling act, and adding romance to the mix can make it even more challenging. For those of you who haven’t been to the circus before, imagine trying to keep multiple balls in the air while walking a tightrope— that’s what balancing academics, social life, and a relationship can feel like. But fear not! With the right strategies and mindset, it’s possible to excel in your studies while nurturing a fulfilling relationship.