Trumpeting sexual freedom also has the power to wound deeply. Read more
33 And Never Been Kissed
Lust+Liaisons
Happiness Sounds A Lot Like A Lie
Most people I knew were quite invested in my happiness. So much so, that I lived in fear of disappointing them. Read more
The Tweets Of A Whore: Persona And Privacy In The Age Of Social Media
Digital communication has always seemed like the opposite of sex to me. Read more
I’m A Sex Worker Who Was Raped, Here’s Why I Didn’t Fight Back
Serial rapists and murderers often target sex workers, with full knowledge that those workers are the most vulnerable due to their lack of protection under the law. Read more
A Hidden History Of Policing Female Pleasure (And Power)
Feeling pleasure isn’t just a little thing we should try to make more time for in our busy lives because it’s fun. It’s a radical act of resistance against a history of suppression and pain. Read more
The Catalytic Kiss: Exploring The Tension Between Sexuality And Religious Obligation
My first kiss at age 22 taught me everything and nothing about my needs, desires, and obligations. Read more
The Feminist Potential Of The Consensual Dick Pic
The societal reluctance to depict men as sexual objects is connected to the denial of female desire. Read more
On The Beauty Of Setting Boundaries: ‘No’ Is A Love Word
Perhaps I love the female octopus because she is like the very best people I love: shape-shifting according to circumstance, principled in her priorities, and completely no-bullshit. When she needs to, she exercises extraordinary boundaries. Read more
The Economics Of Sex, Or The Law Of Diminishing Marginal Utility
The law of diminishing marginal utility states that, with all things held constant, as a person consumes more of a product, there is a decline in the additional satisfaction a person derives from consuming one additional unit of production (or marginal utility).
I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of marginal utility lately in regards to sex. And love.
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The Heavenly Torture Of Grief, Of Winter, The Bulb Before The Tulip
It’s the time of year when the weather acts like a Philip Glass score. The body can’t get enough of the mikva of hot water, and we turn inwards. “What day is it?” one of my students asked in class last week, twirling his pencil. “The 87th of January,” another quipped back, without looking up. Read more