Decolonize your pussy

Sex on Tuesday

I’m shirtless on his bed, chatting with someone through his bedroom window of the Person of Color theme house. He kisses down my back, hints that I should cut my conversation short. He starts taking off my clothes and pushes my head toward his dick — no words, just a
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The politics of sex and image in ASUC elections

Sex on Tuesday

“Hello, my name is Rizza Estacio, and I am running to be your next academic affairs vice president.” Recitation is key, I reminded myself, as I applied a thick coat of red lipstick. I wriggled slightly, exhaling into an outfit that in the past couple of months had become my
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10 in 10

Sex on Tuesday

Content warning: sexual violence I was 7 when my dad hit me for the first time, and I learned it’s always best to shut the fuck up. I was in my second year at UC Berkeley, and I had spent a year away from my restrictive family, away from their
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Belly of the beast

Sex on Tuesday

So to you, my faithful reader, welcome to sex on Tuesday. Not relationships on Tuesday. Not love on Tuesday. Dripping pussy, wet on the sheets, sweat and heat, blood on the tongue, all taste buds and goosebumps, sex.
Welcome to the belly of the beast.
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A bedroom masquerade

Sex on Tuesday

This column was originally published in the April 5, 2011 issue of The Daily Californian. Everyone wears a mask to bed. Personality is multifaceted. It is fluid in the way that it is never exactly the same around two people, that it reveals itself only partially at best. And yet, during the potentially
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A little bit louder now

Sex on Tuesday

This column was originally published in the Dec. 1, 2009 issue of The Daily Californian. Mom, looks like I’m going to be doing this for the rest of the semester. Warning: If you read this, our phone conversations are going to get even more awkward. Let’s be real here — we all
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Dude, why so serious?

Sex on Tuesday

Contrary to what many people would have you believe, there is nothing wrong with having an uncomplicated night of coitus. During most other times, we’re forced to keep our natural tendencies pent up at the expense of enjoying ourselves to the fullest.
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Out for Sushi

Sex on Tuesday

My partner always insists on a helping of raw oyster shooters when we go out for sushi. He’s convinced that the sea creatures are the be-all and end-all of aphrodisiacs. I find it terribly funny, but I’ll admit he’s good to go by the time we get home. Is my lover just a seafood junkie, or do aphrodisiacs really work?
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Bringing something new

Sex on Tuesday

My vaginismus sucks. But in coping with this condition, I’ve tried to find the positive — and for me, that positive is experimenting with new sexual acts.
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Sex without regrets

Sex on Tuesday

If you talk about sex, you automatically become “the sex person.” Suddenly, I am no longer a prospective engineer or an amateur singer, but I am merely conflated to “that person who overshares her sexual experiences.”
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