Anonymous

As a 14-year-old female to male, or FTM, transgender teen, gender has taken on a necessary role in my everyday self-expression and identity.

It really is difficult to think of Gaza as anything other than an open-air prison, and it is also difficult to think of the situation in Palestine as anything other than a form of apartheid.

When a woman wants to have casual sex, do we need a term for it? Are phrases like “hoe phase” or “hot girl summer” attempts to justify our sex lives?

People often say there is so much you can learn from strangers. I’ve found that to be especially true in having sex with them.

Part of being hyperaware of your body from a young age comes with an underlying sense of hatred. I hated feeling eyes on my body.

Being a sugar baby goes beyond just superficial beauty. It’s almost a talent, a display of confidence, to capitalize on men’s desires to fulfill a “daddy” or protector role.

If his head game is weak, he better believe I’ll be matching it, and if his head game is nonexistent, as is often the case, mine will be, too.

Giving up your power isn’t necessarily a bad thing. And as I’ve come to learn, there’s not such a strict line between dominance and submission. 

With the resources I needed to escape the toxic world of women’s debasement for male enjoyment, I could enter into my own porn world.

I’d underestimated the determination of a “no condom” male. There’s always a loophole, even if it means quickly yanking the condom off between positions.