Opinion
SEX ON THURSDAY | Let’s All Get Naked
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So what if I streaked through the Dartmouth campus with my balls out?
The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/tag/sex-on-thursday/)
So what if I streaked through the Dartmouth campus with my balls out?
All the Grindr profiles in a 20-mile radius seem to be exact copies of each other: ‘bb only,’ ‘raw’ or ‘neg on PreP’ overwhelm every other bio description. Most people are getting around with literally nothing between them.
No, I’m not talking about the 2003 Amanda Bynes romcom. That is a masterpiece, though. Women, especially twenty-something-year-olds, are complex creatures. We contain multitudes, and each of us has our likes, dislikes and preferences — this extends not only to everyday life but also to our relationships and sex lives. Everyone has something that makes them tick.
Even as I try to avoid the dreaded senior spring waves of self-reflection, no period of my college life has stood out to me more than my self-proclaimed slut era. The online discourse surrounding “slut eras” highlights their intentionality: the choice to lean into an aura of sluttiness and an influx of casual sex. My own slut era began, as many do, after a breakup. Coming back from winter break and the end of my high-school-turned-long-distance relationship, my exploration of the borders of singleness would define my sophomore spring semester. I embraced my first foray into fun, meaningless sex head-on.
I am not here to provide a hot take on why everyone should love the Day of Love, but I do want to talk about healthy spite, putting out what you wish to attract and attitude adjustment.
The Cornell Wines course is more than just about wine. The real magic happens after lecture ends.
I cannot remember the first time I felt the impulse to let someone else take control in the bedroom — it just started to happen organically.
And by “Heroes” I mean the men you want to sleep with.
Its one I’ve heard plenty of times before: “I won’t give head. But, obviously, I expect a guy to go down on me.”