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?
Relationships can drive you mad.
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.
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