A one-night stand is nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud of it. Cramming a mini-relationship based on attraction and minimal conversation into less than 24 hours is a feat.
June 20 marks the first day of summer. In Gainesville, where winter means a long-sleeved shirt and closed-toe shoes, summer is the time you have to lounge by the pool, shoot hoops or play volleyball to attract the attention of potential mates.
Relationships are as common as double-headed love bugs in March. You've established a relationship with everyone you've ever met - from your professors and peers to the Chick-Fil-A guy who knows your order before you even reach the register.
Hi, my name is Annie. I am a sexual enthusiast, contemporarily known as a freak. I am a free spirit whose life philosophy fits better with the hippies in the '60s than those of my generation; I love everybody but not anybody. I come with standards and morals.
Like every semester over the last couple of years, I have many friends graduating this term.
One of the luxuries of writing this column for some time is that I can go back and read my earlier columns and shake my head in shame.
I woke up last week in a feverish sweat that had nothing to do with a possible flu.
Spring is officially upon us: the birds and bees are buzzing and boinking, my dog is howling at the moon and most of you probably ended your winter sex slump on Spring Break.
The news media had a field day this past week: New York Gov. Elliot Spitzer was discovered to have spent more than $80,000 on prostitutes.
My previous Spring Breaks have been pretty typical.
I came to this job under the basic assumption that most of us are having sex.
Whatever your opinion is of Valentine's Day, everyone can agree that men and women view the holiday differently.
Lately, I've been thinking: do sex and romance ever co-exist?
In the beginning of fall semester, I told freshmen it is acceptable to do something sexual with another person when slightly inebriated.
Over drinks the other day, my girlfriend said something puzzling: "I like to sleep with my friends because I know them, but why do they always end up falling for me when I specifically tell them this isn't anything more than sex?"
Every year it seems like there's more pressure to buy my loved - and sometimes not-so-loved - ones awesome, creative, flawlessly wrapped gifts. Yet even though Black Friday came and went, I have not one giveable gift.
There is nothing that defines relationships and sex for this generation more than Facebook.
You know what I hate? When people (or more often, movie characters) say, "You just know," when referring to significant others. I even had an older relative once tell me that they just knew "like you know about a good melon." But even that bewilders me - many a time I have cut open a not yet ripe cantaloupe.
Hate to break the news to you, but better sex is not going to happen just because it's harder, faster or longer (though I'll admit, those don't hurt).
I have only a few rules when it comes to sex and relationships. But the one that I view as my golden rule, that I treasure and adhere to religiously, that is my number one tip for both men and women having lackluster sex, is this: Never fake an orgasm.
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