Bedroom bonanza

Launching into Limbo

After spending the summer back in my childhood bedroom, the walls of my new apartment in Berkeley will seem uncharacteristically, almost blindingly white.
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The myth of a work-life balance

Cal in Color

But the campus and its gatekeepers of all colors still seem to be failing to understand that no amount of special grants for student-parents will make the campus more diverse if the culture around supporting parenting people does not also shift in practice.
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Thinking about kinks

Sex on Tuesday

Just because I enjoy being dominant doesn’t mean anyone who is a sub will automatically be perfect for me. Vice versa for subs, and switches, and any other sexual identities or positions.
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A few good friends

Transfer Talks

My first year at UC Berkeley has given me the impression that making friends here isn’t as easy as it was in community college. Just living in the vicinity of other students did not mean I was going to have friends.
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Choosing wisely

Launching into Limbo

Looking back at the nine months I spent in Berkeley this year, I don’t think I ever, not once, inhabited a phoneless space — lecture hall, library, dorm room, lounge, cafeteria, lawn, public bathroom or otherwise.
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I’m not your boo

Sex on Tuesday

After I ghosted my ex, I learned that ghosting is sometimes necessary. But there is often a limbo in which the person you are talking to isn’t rude enough to warrant ghosting but still isn’t someone you want to keep in your life.
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Putting up with it

Transfer Talks

Occasionally, though, the jokes became sexual and vulgar. The inappropriate jokes about my body or their body or even customers’ bodies became a normal part of my work day.
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Placing home

Launching into Limbo

But if my neighborhood and hometown are my close friends, then my home itself may as well be an organ in my body, so attuned I am to its rhythm and pulse.
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Embracing uncertainty

Sex on Tuesday

But what I do know is that it’s OK to not know. It’s okay to identify as a lesbian and realize you’re bisexual. It’s normal to not know, to question yourself, to experiment.
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