Rules of Attraction: when is it too soon to have sex?
By ASHLEY ROSS | Apr. 8, 2009Sex is a never-ending complex. It shouldn't be that complicated, but it is.
Sex is a never-ending complex. It shouldn't be that complicated, but it is.
Oh, glorious day. Spring break is finally here.
Oh yeah, baby. Harder! Yes, yes, yes!
Let's face it: we've all been there.
There are only about two weeks left until that dreaded holiday, the one full of an obnoxious amount of pink, with roses everywhere and events planned to remind you that you're single.
Ah, winter break. Plenty of time to catch up with old friends, chill with the family, cozy up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa and mess around with the new iPhone or Blackberry Storm. But while you'd think all of these things would keep you busy, your mind is still stuck on what's-her-name or 'the boy,' also known as your fall fling.
There are categories of people you just shouldn't sleep with, ever.
We want our sex like we want everything else: right now. Society, unfortunately, has burdened us with niggling demands, known to some as public decency laws, that prevent us from dealing with our tingles and jingles in a time-efficient manner. But to avoid getting slapped with indecent exposure charges, you don't need to go home to have sex. Just don't get caught. Embrace the art of the covert quickie.
America has voted. These long months of political tumult and impassioned debate have finally culminated into a moment of truth, reaching a climax of presidential proportions.
I'm convinced Halloween was created for the sole purpose of getting boned. No other holiday compares. When mischief and moonlight abound, someone is going to get laid. Throw in a chintzy costume, garish makeup and orange beer, and you're done for.
Anal sex. There, I said it. If the notion makes you clench up, I suggest you stop reading. Like, now.
Let me introduce myself. I'm Stephanie, and I'm a fag hag. But let me make a few things clear before your mind conjures up the image of that outspoken MAC makeup artist who so perfectly embodies the stereotype of the textbook fruit fly. I'm not a pudgy hanger-on, and my self-esteem is nowhere near lacking. I don't cling to gay men because otherwise, I'd never get within three feet of a penis. I'm definitely not the kind of girl who thinks that she alone can turn any Britney-squealing, homosexual man into a burly football fanatic. I don't brandish my gay friends like accessories, nor do I harbor any "Sex and the City" fantasies of being a cosmopolitan surrounded by sophisticated sodomites. Somehow, I just always found myself surrounded by gay guys and never thought much of it until everybody started asking me why.
Why is it that guys no longer act like gentlemen, and girls no longer act like ladies?
It's mid-August, and the bells of Century Tower - maybe a few e-bill notifications, also - are beckoning you to UF, a sultry and sticky swamp where you become an under-financed, oversexed version of your at-home self.
I was having lunch with a friend who is involved in public health, and I decided to get her input on safe sex.
As part of the follow-up to my first article, I thought I would continue to talk about codependency because if you have full love for yourself, you won't be codependent.
I thought very long and hard about what I could write to my fellow Gainesvillians about sex. What could I write on this highly charged, controversial topic?
My sex life is a constant roller coaster. And apparently it can cause a few bumps when dealing with family.
College is where many people find their sexuality. But what if a couple decides to have a relationship without sex? Can it be done?