The connection between myself whoever I was with at the time was certainly impeded.
Feminism, you see, doesn’t take sex off the menu.
Rihanna crawls around on the floor while “Birthday Cake” plays in the background. This would be extremely awkward if anyone else tried it, but it’s Rihanna, so somehow it works.
You like Freud, I like Jung. You are man, I am woman. You Tarzan, me Jane. It should work.
Romance is not what sustains a relationship, compatibility does. Best friendship does. Attraction does. The same long-term vision does.
If you find yourself unable to sleep because your heart is thumping, your brain won’t shut off, all you can think of is the negative, your whole body feels like it’s one giant ball of unhappiness, find an audio book, a soft soothing one to listen to.
I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 28 years old. Sex in which I am voluntarily vulnerable, naked, exposed and intermingled with another being is electrifying. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling such power until I started having sex. I discovered a very important character trait about myself via sexual activity.
They won’t date until they meet someone who makes them say “hell yes”.
I feel that we think it’s so easy to make these seemingly innocent, easy and random hookups a main stay because they combine our two favorite things as millennials: minimal steps and immediate satisfaction.
Seeing only the top of the pyramid of a work of art, or a business, or an invention, or an idea, misses the beauty of the entire pyramid.