• The Morning After: Stains on the Futon

    The Morning After: Stains on the Futon

    It all started on an innocent Sunday night in my routine of “Get up, survive, go back to bed.” I had a math test to cram into my brain for Monday afternoon, so I was in the dorm room jamming away on my calculator and re-learning weeks of notes when I heard the door open. My roommate sauntered into the room with a friend. A man-friend.

  • Why You Should…Be Naked

    Why You Should…Be Naked

    I love clothes. I have a closet full (or three). My love borders on an unhealthy addiction (so says my parents and the credit card company, but bah!), however…I also love being naked. No, that does not mean I love being naked with other naked people. I like being naked by myself. Just watching TV or reading a book or, even better, taking a nap.