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don jon betterChange is hard, and letting go of bad habits is even harder. Once in awhile though, you have to suck it up, realize that you’re an adult, and dispose of all the habits, vices, and routines that aren’t working for you anymore.

Whether it’s in your daily life or your dating life, there are certain patterns that we all tend to fall into. Most of us have a type; we wait three days to make the first call; we go to the same bar to pick up on the same people week after week. Then, we lay awake at night wondering why we’re still not satisfied in the love department…even though we’re doing the exact same thing over and over.  Continue Reading

britta-are-you-breaking-up-with-meThe age old song is true; “breaking up is hard to do.” You’ve invested so much time and energy into this person, there’s no way you can let him/her fall out of your life. You love each other (or so you think), so it’s worth fighting for, right?

In some cases, yes. The effort is worth it, he/she will change, your relationship gets better, and you realize why you fell in love in the first place. From experience, however, I can tell you this isn’t always the case (life isn’t a fairy tale, who knew?). There are some people you will date that you cannot change, and as much as you hope, will never give you what you need in a relationship.  Continue Reading

QlwQJDating used to be so simple. We’d meet people through our friends or colleagues, at the grocery store, at work or at school. It was almost always someone with a close proximity to you, so you could rest assured that they weren’t an axe murderer, and after a date or two, it was pretty easy to figure out where you stood with each other.

Dating today, on the other hand, is a whirlwind of opportunity—and confusion.

We meet people through online dating services and through apps, swiping left and right based on a profile we’ve created—a profile that can sometimes feel like a brand we’re trying to sell to potential suitors. When we actually meet this person in the flesh, we have no idea if our relationship is potentially serious or casual, romantic or platonic. The doubt and ambiguity is just too much! We’re so overwhelmed that we blackout; we forget how we got to the coffee shop, and why we even went on this date in the first place. Continue Reading

outwiththeold (1)I used to think that the phrase “Less is more” was a lie we told kids so they wouldn’t overdo it on the whipped cream, or sunscreen—basically anything that kids can get their hands on. Then I got older and started accumulating stuff, both literal and metaphorical. Suddenly the idea of “less” seemed a lot more attractive….

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get your girl power onHappy International Women’s Day!

Starting back in 1909, International Women’s Day originated as a way to honor the movement for women’s right. It is observed in many countries around the world. Although the focus of the day differs from region to region, the overall goal is the same: to celebrate women in all their achievements, whether they be economic, social, political or even, you guessed it, sexual. Continue Reading

alone-girl-photography-favim-com-255027I arrived at Middlebury College with a feather in my hair and an appetite for adventure.  The tiny liberal arts campus nested in the Green Mountains beckoned me like a hippie commune.   No Greek life, no hazing.  Only love, drugs, and progressive conversations around gender and sexuality. 

Or so I thought.

Like so many incoming Freshman, I could not wait to explore my sexuality.  My first semester, I was like a kid in a candy shop. So many beautiful men—sculpted, tall, wielding lacrosse sticks or squash rackets—all up for grabs. I would wake up on Sunday mornings with the stale taste of Tequila on my tongue and a new story to share at brunch with the girls.

My love life was a delicious mess, the electric background noise to my academic endeavors and friendships. It motivated me to do my homework (going to the library is so much more fun with the possibility of running into your crush) and provided good fodder for journal entries. But the dark underbelly of Middlebury hookup culture was always there, slowly but surely wearing away at my self-esteem.   Continue Reading

sex failureMany have equated the act of having sex to the act of eating pizza: even if it’s not that good, it’s still pretty good. Being that sex and pizza are my two favorite things in this vice-filled world, I would like to call bullsh*t. While it can be difficult for pizza or sex to be completely disappointing, it definitely happens. 

Hopefully the amount of crazy, amazing sex you’re having outweighs the mediocre and unsatisfactory bouts, but it’s not going to be sunshine and rainbows every time. For those of us who have had a good amount of sexual excursions in their life, there has tobe at least one horror story you’d like to keep behind closed doors. No matter how bad the sex is, though, it can always be worse. Much, much worse.

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giphy (99)There are certain things you can always count on from your girl friends.

They understand the healing power of a latte. If you need feminine supplies, they will not rest until the correct product is slipped discreetly into your hand. No matter how busy life gets, they will always down for brunch. And most importantly, if you are experiencing relationship troubles, they will be there at the drop of a hat to listen, analyze and give advice.

Even if it’s three in the morning and you’re freaking out over a text message laced with mixed signals, you know that all you need to do is put out the bat signal — like magic, they will materialize, wine in hand, to help you sort through the mess. It’s a beautiful thing, really. Continue Reading

80aa9932fbf389786d4cbc4af9979d6aAlthough I don’t remember the first time I stumbled across porn, I was definitely very young and quite uninformed. I’m sure I had but one stray pube, and was most likely beginning to struggle with my sexuality. At the time, porn served as entertainment, really. I didn’t even masturbate to it  because, in all honesty, I had no clue what was going on.

Nonetheless, it became a bit of a hobby of mine. And because all the boys at school were talking about it, I felt like I was part of the cool kids’ club. It was fun and innocent (kind of) at the time, but none us thought these images of porn gods and goddesses would skew our perception of the realities of sex.

Porn was our instructional manual, and until sex education came along (or didn’t come along, as the case may be) it was the only source of information we had. Continue Reading

a-tale-ofIt’s raining in Los Angeles. And it’s coming down hard. Out on the sopping wet streets, I can hear the crescendo of passing sirens getting louder and louder, then quietly fading to nothing. It’s probably cops. A lot of us Angelenos go kinda crazy when the weather gets like this.

I know, I do.

My lover telephones to say, “Sorry sweetheart, I won’t be able to make it.” (Well he sent a text, but you know what I mean).

I’m already climbing the walls when I get the news I’d be riding solo. And there’s no sign this rain is letting up anytime soon. The city is soaked but there’s an electric pulse in the air that makes your whole body hum with anticipation. A storm is coming in.

What’s a girl to do on a mad night like this? If you think I should watch a movie or curl up with a good book, then you don’t know what kind of a dame you’re dealing with.

No. There is only one thing to do. Well, two things to be precise… two very special things. And this is their story: a tale of two wands. Continue Reading

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