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I had gone through the longest dry spell of my nonvirgin life while studying abroad. By the time I returned to the good ol’ U.S. of A, my sex drive had all but shriveled up and died due to neglect. I thought I had found a new sort of sexless nirvana.
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In every relationship I’ve had, the conversation at some point turns to talk of “the number.” As I’m sure you all know, this is the infamous number of sexual partners, a number not only used to determine your sexual prowess but also used to judge whether you’re a slutty vixen
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This is the fourth and final installment in a four-part series exploring UC Berkeley’s “hookup culture.” Students’ names have been changed or withheld in order to protect their privacy and foster honest conversation. While the hookup culture at UC Berkeley is viewed differently by everyone in the campus community, the
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This is the third installment in a four-part series exploring UC Berkeley’s “hookup culture.” Students’ names have been changed or withheld in order to protect their privacy and encourage honest conversation. When the streets of Berkeley start to come alive on Sunday mornings, with early risers out jogging or vendors
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I don’t normally do this because, frankly, I don’t care enough to, but I really would like to clarify something. Recently, I wrote a piece about superficiality in the world of casual sex, and included a personal anecdote. Unfortunately, I’ve realized, after a friend told me about some his teammates’
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Being superficial is wrong. You shouldn’t pick your friends based on their looks (trust me, there are tons to gorgeous bitchy girls and hunky assholes around). You shouldn’t be mean to people because you don’t think they’re good looking enough to deserve your kindness. Many would also argue that you
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I was having an awful night earlier this summer. It was the type of evening during which multiple plans fall out at the last minute, and the battery on your phone is on its last, measly bar. I was adamant about turning the night around, so I called an old high
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On a Thursday night, as we sipped our beers at a local bar and the conversational naturally turned to my favorite subject, my girlfriend almost complained that if she and her boyfriend “don’t have sex for like two days, he goes crazy and whatnot!” Well, frankly, I would — and
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