The exclusion of BIPOC persons causes harm. I know I’m not alone in thinking this.
Pandemic or no pandemic, you can’t stay with someone forever—you can’t be miserable for the rest of your life—to spare that person the routine and surmountable pain of getting dumped.
Last night I overheard my neighbors having sex—no big deal, right? I consider myself a sex-positive person, and have always held and espoused the belief that if you can't have loud sex in your own home, where can you have it?
We’re both into girls and sex, but while I find her really hot, she probably doesn’t feel the same about me.
Opening up your marriage obviously isn’t an option right now, and it might not be an option you would’ve considered even if it were possible for your husband to find an outlet (or inlet) elsewhere.
“Since the pandemic, I thought about who I wanted to spend time with and, to be honest, who I’d risk catching coronavirus from—she popped into my head.”
I feel like I have all of the reasons—high anxiety related to the pandemic, being stuck with alcoholic boyfriend in the house, tons of homework, finances are low—to warrant a lack of arousal so why am I drowning in it?
The virus can live for up to 24 hours on cardboard, VAG, which mean it’s the package, not the panties, that are potentially a danger here.
“In this time of a global pandemic, thinking and talking about non-monogamy is all you can do right now.”
Tess Holliday in lingerie on the cover of Cosmo is a perfect example of how the sexuality of fat people is valid, present, and obvious. Ya’ll, she looks good.