It's a well-known fact that guys will go home with just about anything when they're drunk. It's not that they're desperate, they're just...well, guys. And guys like sex. So it's not surprising that you don't exactly have to be a genius/supermodel to have a special (or not-so-special) one-night engagement with a dude at the bar.
Hookup culture dictates if you're single, at least moderately attractive and you're in your 20s, it is a rite of passage that you make bad decisions, usually fueled by alcohol, low self esteem, loneliness or low-key peer pressure. If, every so often you find yourself entwined with someone and engaging in activities that bore you, disgust you, or leave you feel awkward, degraded, or anxious...please stop.
For better or for worse, 99 percent of my (random, outside of a relationship) hookups have occurred while I was sober. I've experienced pure pleasure, unadulterated awkwardness, sheer disappointment, and un-obscured lust without being impaired of intoxicated in any way. Not that I think I'm a special snowflake because of this - I know this particular piece of my life's narrative is far from unique.
'm down for excitement. Spicing things up. Breaking the monotony. Exploring new boundaries. Life is too short to be completely stuck in your ways. But sometimes (or most of the time), I am perfectly content with my routine. I like a certain level of predictability. Once I find something I truly enjoy, I am inclined to stick with it.
"Good girls always end up single because we don't give it up." A tweet similar to this popped up on my Twitter timeline, and my first reaction was merely to roll my eyes and keep scrolling. But hours later, it continued to haunt me. This attitude that you have to be sexually available in order to get a boyfriend isn't exactly new.
It's been hailed as the holy grail of sex: the v-card. Taking someone's virginity has historically been a much-sought after sexual experience (this is going as far back as Medieval times). The thought of a pure, untouched individual succumbing to your sexual prowess...well, I can see the appeal. However, the build-up in media and society certainly falls short in reality. I should know - I've swiped more than my fair share of v-cards.
Without a doubt, one of the best ways to improve the quality of your sex life is engaging in foreplay. A lot of sex advice articles focus on the fact that many women need foreplay in order to orgasm, which I think is kind of a restrictive and pressure-fueled way to approach it.
The first time I ever watched porn was completely by accident. I think I watched a movie, fell asleep, and woke up to people doin’ it. I was curious, but mostly disinterested, so I just turned it off and walked away. Since then, my experiences with porn have varied. There’s been a lot of nights sitting around drinking with friends and watching the weirdest videos we can find, but there have also been times when I’ve used porn as a tool.
I think it’s safe to assume that after a few years of sexual activity, most people have a few “oh god” stories of bedroom disasters. These are the ones that make it into the "it doesn't count" category. You know, when something happens that, you know, just shouldn’t have happened.
Remember when you were in middle school and your mom refused to tell you what a blow job was so you had to go into an AOL chatroom and ask a stranger because you were too embarrassed to admit to your friends that you didn't know? No? Only me...okay, that's cool. And unfortunately that wasn't the last time that I was confused about sex.
Most of us have had, or are going to have, less-than-ideal sexual experiences at some point in our lives. The ones that make us shaking our heads and wonder what the hell we were thinking. Whether it be alcohol-induced, teenage stupidity, or just overall ill planning, sometimes these things just happen… even when, looking back, maybe we wish they didn’t.
I had finally cut things off with my on-again-off-again boyfriend just before leaving my college town for the summer. We had our reasons for not trying to work it out anymore, but after a season away from our relationship – or any relationship, for that matter – the effort was beginning to look a bit more attractive than usual…
Rejection is hard no matter where it comes from. Whether it’s somebody at the bar, a school, or a job, it just really well, sucks. Now imagine if that rejection comes from somebody you love, hell, imagine if it’s coming from the person you want to spend the rest of your life with. Ouch, right?
We're all about scientific studies that explore sexuality, and that's why we immediately read this latest one about which region in America is the most sexually satisfied. It got us to wondering if these stats matched up to college campuses? Are Midwestern college students more sexually satisfied than east coast college students? We're throwing the question out to you!
I’m graduating in January and I’m more than a little freaked out. With the end my my carefree existence approaching so rapidly, I’ve been thinking a lot about the college experiences I wouldn’t want to miss out on before I flip that tassel. Obviously, a lot of these involve sex.
College is our time to explore anything that interests us to find out what we really like and what type of people we want to become. We explore different majors, career paths, friendships, relationships, and sexualities. College is the first time in our lives most of us can really embrace our sexuality, explore it, and figure out how to truly enjoy it.
If it’s one thing we’ve learned here at CC, it’s that all people are fascinating (Yes, even your econ professor). Let’s face it – people...
Sex in college can be a tricky little endeavor. Sometimes it’s awkward, other times it’s out-of-this- world-amazing, and even other times it’s down right obnoxious...