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This column was originally published in the Oct. 15, 2002 issue of The Daily Californian So we’ve already gone through vibrators, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, dildos and erotic fantasies. Been there, done that; what else do you have for me? Well, if you sexually adventurous readers are really up for
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Whatever your reasoning may be, if you’ve never had sex with the lights on, you really ought to give it a try. I’m sure for many of you this isn’t uncharted terrain — some of you probably even do it on a regular basis.
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I think the best gifts are things you know the recipient will love but that they would never go out and buy for themselves. For a lot of people, sex toys fit the bill.
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To all the Black and brown women who read this column: Fuck them by succeeding and taking pleasure in every minute of it.
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I’m giving someone head, and they start laughing. They ask why I don’t suck their dick more often, even though I always make them cum and sex ends when they are finished. They ask as if I don’t care about their pleasure. I swear this person doesn’t even know where
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I swear she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my whole fucking life. I was studying on the roof of Casa Zimbabwe, feeling heat on my brain, all the words in my textbook jumbling together and becoming a meaningless string of nothing. I could feel my
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I want to be clear about the meaning of this movement. Fraternity men: #BoycottFrats isn’t an attack on your lifestyle — it is an attack on your complacency. No one said you are all rapists.
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My mind leaves my body for the 10th time today. My mind is blank, my body is not my own, I am empty and hollow. I may appear otherwise, but I am mentally withdrawn from my physical self. I’m dissociating. You’re inside of me. I feel nothing. Someone asks me
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I don’t remember the names of half the people I’ve had sex with. I don’t give a single fuck about where they are or how they are doing. I don’t think about them ever, and quite frankly, I’ve lost count. I’m proud that, sexually, I know what I want, and
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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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