Sexual violence has always been racialized (as well as gender-biased), and there is no one narrative that can fully capture the diversity of experiences. I reject the idea that there is a "universal womanhood" and universal experiences that all women share.
Although I hope sex ed class has changed a lot since I was a teen in the mid-90s, I'm not holding my breath. From learning how to be comfortable in my own skin to dealing with those messy things called "feelings," here are a few things I really wish someone had told me about casual sex.
It's taken me two years to understand that my cancer wasn't cured overnight or without help, and my sex issues are part of the same healing journey.
The other day, a guy rode up behind me on his bicycle. As soon as I heard him say something I quickly looked down. It's not a regular holla-back when ...
I really, really hate Duke. I'll preface this whole thing by laying out my unabashed (and probably illogical) disdain for the Blue Devils up front. Ha...
Silence is the best protection from the deep sting of a negative response. But tragically, silence is also the greatest weapon of those who make the choice to rape us.
It seems, pushing 50, that I've turned a corner where sex has to be taken more seriously. Apparently I'm going to have to suit up, cleat up and step up my game in order to stay on the field. Case in point. The other night I stopped my husband, Henry, in the midst of our mating ritual.
Over the last year, my family experienced firsthand the issue of sexual assault when my niece was raped. It was her senior prom night -- a night many young women look back on with fond memories.
Mark Burnett's Jesus movie Son of God clocks in at two hours and 18 minutes. But director Lars Von Trier knows that if you want to tell a story about someone important, like a nymphomaniac, you're going to need more time, which is why his Nymph()maniac is made up of two films with a combined running time of four hours.
The argument to "wait until marriage" puts sex so high on a pedestal that love and exploration -- what sex is truly about -- are lost to fear and uncertainty. It makes any kind of sex before marriage experience (good, or bad, or ugly) look like a failure when, in reality, those experiences can teach us a lot about ourselves, our wants and our desires.
It makes sense that people in their 20s and 30s might hedge their bets and see relationships as risky if they watched their parents' marriage fail, or even relatives and friends parents' marriage collapse.
People like to talk about sex, but talking about rape is a lot harder. For the past year and a half, I've been making a documentary on rape, so I've gotten some practice.
These bizarre rules of attraction give a whole new meaning to the term "penal code."
This paradigm, that women are supposed to be beacons of purity throughout the span of their lives, while "boys will be boys" is tiresome and outdated. Women are sexual beings too, and should be able to explore and enjoy their sexuality as much as they want to without being judged or chastised for it.
He may be tamer sexually because he is sensitive and doesn't want his sexual needs to dominate. Betas may be gentle, not rough lovers. They try to intuit your needs and seek to put yours ahead of theirs, which Alphas definitely don't.
You're lying in bed bumping up against that body next to you, seething with hurt and anger. You haven't been touched or reached for in more months than you care to count.