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My body is composed of a slender torso with wide hips, cellulite and stretch marks, a warm vagina, a wart on my toe, cupid’s-bow lips, perpetually cold hands and a pair of sumptuous, pale breasts. My wide forehead lives behind thick bangs, and I have calves that double in size
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Because sex is such a taboo topic, most of us are confused about how to navigate the hazy path sex comes with. Monogamy, hookups, abstinence… whatever it may be, is there one path that is most fulfilling for human connection?
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Distance is formidable, wounding, unforgiving and ruthless. But distance is also a coward, a liar.
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I realize now how essential access to LGBTQ+-centered spaces — online or in person — is to queer and questioning youth. Online communities provide us with the education, support and affirmation the rest of the world does not offer us.
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On one screen, a group of refugees landed on the Greek coast under a gray sky. They jumped from an overcrowded raft, carried their children up the rocky shoreline and shivered from the cold water under foil emergency blankets. On another, smaller screen, I opened Snapchat and took a photo
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While studying abroad in London, I wasn’t expecting to notice many, if any, cultural nuances related to sex and dating. I was visiting a country where I already knew the language, but once the plane landed, I immediately noticed the differences unfolding that went far beyond just accents. As I
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“You two would have been so perfect together — if only you had the chance to meet,” said lead administrator Donna Michelson. “But you both ended up walking right on by.”
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What matters is that we know how to build a complete self in singlehood. A romantic relationship is a beautiful addition to our world, not a solution.
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Though my sister and I were raised in the same house with the same parents in the same Chicago suburb, our childhoods were immeasurably different. I have to wonder if that is what made us so different or if it was inevitable from the beginning that our life paths would split so drastically.
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And so I postulate perhaps there is a day dreaded by singles more than Valentine’s Day. And that is June 23, National Kissing Day.
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