The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/category/opinion/sex-on-thursday/)
Growing up gay in a small Upstate New York town was not easy, so I stayed closeted until college. Even after coming out, I was so scared of having sex to the point that I didn’t lose my virginity until this past January. But right after ripping off that bandaid, I became a real horn dog.
Some long-forgotten Thanksgiving history.
I am here to outline what I have determined to be a great rule of thumb for the girls (and the gays) when it comes to deciding whether or not a casual weiner-ing is worth a dent in your wallet.
As a man I know I also hold a privileged position in this situation, while I might walk terrified at night, my own silhouette could generate those feelings on someone else. I still can’t shake off that feeling of deep anxiety and near panic if I notice a guy walking at a similar pace to mine in the same direction a couple feet away.
So, since our country has decided that politics has a place in sex, I plan – and would encourage uterus-havers across the country – to respond with the ultimate political protest: a Pussy Strike.
In my opinion, the comfort that straight men feel being physically and verbally intimate in a satirical way with one another is rooted in the societal assumption of straightness coupled with the ever-persistent and, frankly, homophobic taboos associated with being a gay man.
First, the non-negotiable: A sex playlist is absolutely necessary.
For better or for worse, Lucy has spent the past two-and-a-half years of her college life in what she and I have taken to calling a “sexless marriage;” living with her monogamous, male partner for upwards of a year, never once having sex.
After a day of fooling around right at the end of the weekend, I was left exhausted. I mean it is just not sustainable to spend that much time with a d**k in either hole.
I hope your summer was great. During mine, I was a boy toy!
Sometimes the apple of your eye isn’t the apple of your “member.”
