As I sit on my windowsill listening to the animated chatter from Parrish Beach echo throughout campus, I realize that this Swattie behavior signifies the beginning of the end. For most of you, it’s just the end of the semester. You’ll be
In last edition of The Phoenix, my lovely editors gave me the title of the “Campus’ Favorite Sex Columnist.” Though I am very flattered by the title, I have to admit, I can’t imagine myself being anyone’s sexual sage. This is not
I was having oral sex and the guy I was with came in my eye. Is there a risk of transmitting an STD? I know that I should have been safer but this is not something that I could foresee happening. Any
As Swatties, we are perpetually interested in improving ourselves. We may or may not be actively trying to do so, but we certainly talk about it until we’re blue in the balls. One easy thing to attack in our quest for self-improvement
The housing lottery is fast approaching. Finding a roommate can be a stressful process. We’re Swatties, after all, and we have a tendency to perceive most tasks, big or small, significant or insignificant, hard or soft, as stressful. It’s part of our
Miss Columnist of the Order of the Phoenix, I seem to be having a dreadful dilemma. After six loving years of marriage to my red-headed delight of wife, I find that I am utterly incapable of getting it up. I was very
I was very upset when I received your letter this week, X. I had no idea that this was what you’ve been going through for the last two years. I apologize for not being a more attentive friend; I truly was clueless.
This week is dedicated to reader questions. Feel free to send along any of your questions about sex, relationships, sexuality, or sexual health. The nastier, the better. The tamer, the better. Anything you got, I’ll answer. You can submit questions by sending
One thing I love about being back on campus, besides the various forms of free contraceptives, is getting some critiques of my column that extend beyond obscure bible passages condemning it. I’ve gotten some good reviews, and I’ve gotten some bad ones.
Ah, the beginning of my final year at Swat, the only college where students have more homework than sex. Regardless of how much (or how little) sex happens on this campus, I’m happy to be a sexually deactivated student here. And since