You Deserve a Partner Who Texts You Back
Maybe not immediately, maybe not every single time, but reliably and honestly and with care.
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Stop Calling It “Casual Sex”
Our concept of “casual sex” has given us permission to be casual with each other’s humanity.
Read MoreHerpes And Shame, Six Years Later
Healing isn’t fun or narratively appealing: it’s a whole lot of pulling off scabs and dissecting long broken bones that didn’t set properly. It’s hard.
Read More“Bad Sex,” Or The Sex We Don’t Want But Have Anyway
Let me be clear: “bad sex” isn’t rape. By “bad sex,” I mean the sex we have that we don’t want to have but consent to anyway.
Read MoreHow I Became Internet Famous for Having Herpes — and Why I’m Retiring
The moment you go viral, you lose all control over your story, your privacy and, in some ways, your future.
Read MoreFive Years Later, Wesleyan Is Still The Best Decision I’ve Ever Made
I love Wesleyan. I love it more tonight than I ever have because I see it for its faults and scars.
Read MoreI Am Not a Hugger
When someone I don’t want to hug walks toward me with their arms outstretched, I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin.
Read MoreValentine’s Day On a College Campus: Hallmark and the Hookup Scene
In an environment where caring is usually a weakness, what do you do about a holiday centered on showing that you care?
Read MoreSuicide Radio
The challenge of suicide radio isn’t not obeying it. The challenge of suicide radio is identifying it for what it is: an impostor.
Read More4 Books to Read If You’re Worried You Don’t Know How to Love
Here is my curriculum for the emotionally lost and intimacy challenged.
Read MoreTo Read In Case I Am Ever Murdered By a Man
Here is where you can find evidence of motive and intent so that no one tries to erase the role of misogyny in my death.
Read MoreHow to Feel When the Good Die Young
The only thing I can compare her death to is if someone picked up the needle from a record in the middle of a song—no scratch, just sudden silence where there used to be a voice and rhythm and the strum of a guitar. You wonder if silence has ever been this loud before.
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