
I’m new to writing this column, but I have to admit that I already adore it. I’ve always loved being able to be open and honest about sex – sharing a bit of opinion and a bit of fact about what makes us tick sexually. But this week I’ve hit a snag. You see, pretty much everyone I know reads this column – my dad (hi dad!), his journalist friends, my family, my friends, and because I post links on my Facebook, there’s the potential for past teachers, my boyfriend’s family and family friends to read it too.
Of course, any kind of exposure is great, and I’m grateful that so many people are interested in reading my work, but then I realize – what am I comfortable with sharing? The short answer is really everything; I’m more than comfortable with my sexual proclivities. But I keep remembering something my sex-columnist-hero, Dan Savage, has said many-a-time: there are some things that parents, teachers, and family friends have a right not to know. Read More »

I barely have time to breathe, let alone spend QT with the BF.
I’m currently only on my second week back in school. However, in those few days, I’ve managed to become a producer at our student TV station, write a paper on The Godfather script, drop a class because it had too much homework, and signed up to become a licensed real estate agent. I’ve canceled or just flat out forgotten about my friends, and worst of all, I’ve barely seen my boyfriend… even though I live with him.
Now, I know that some of this stress was added by me, myself, and I. I could’ve turned down the producer job and I could’ve decided to wait until summer to get a realtor’s license, but I need to boost my resume for after college and I am running really low on the monies. I know I can manage my time, but the not seeing my boyfriend is really starting to get to me.
I haven’t been getting home until 8pm, and since I have to get up at 8am every morning, I have about 3 hours to do homework, get ready for the next day, and, if I’m lucky, bathe myself before I go to bed. The most quality time I get with the BF these days is the 5 minutes of cuddling before I completely pass out from exhaustion. This pretty much leaves weekends for me to be a proper girlfriend, and even then I’m preoccupied by laundry and grocery shopping, etc.
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