Overheard at midnight on McCosh Walk on the first night of April Hosting
Prefrosh girl: Does anyone else feel like it’s colder than it was, like, earlier today?
He swept her off her feet like a stallion sweeping a girl off her feet, and laid her gently down on the bed like a gentle eagle.
�It�s time,� he said, and she knew that it was true. She had been waiting so long. But now, after waiting, it was time for him to rip his clothes off, and then rip her clothes off
A slinky pack of Ivy League homos tricked me into a gay bar one early morning in the city. Instead of a name this establishment had a neon rooster above the door. By way of an explanation, one might call that rooster a ‘cock.’
Inside it was so dark that ...
The distant summer I was a naive seventeen, I remember lobbying my then-boyfriend for a date-visit to a particular bookstore. He, a bibliophile, and I, a bibliophile, the proposition was ideal. We could hold hands and with our other hands rifle through select publications, pausing now and then to turn our looks of longing from the printed pages to each other.
The incest taboo is something anthropologists have grappled with for ages. Besides the negative biological consequences of mating with your close relative, there seems to be a need for a differentiation of social roles of familial relations and lovers. Getting carnal with a sibling is just not cool. There is ...
Often times, during my perambulations about campus, I am accosted and questioned about various topics ranging from neuroscience to Neo-Platonism. I have never begrudged a fellow academe his curiosity, and so I am not surprised that I have accrued a modest reputation for my cross-disciplinary erudition and literary acumen. And ...
Nefertiti, Egyptian Dominatrix Queen
Even in her middle years, this Egyptian queen's power and dignity were only surpassed by her extreme charisma. The firm jaw, the clear kohl-lined eye, the slightly tilted chin all scream "Lick my sandal, slave!" In fact, she probably was screaming "Lick my sandal, slave ...
Sex should not be corporately sponsored or contractually bound. Sex should be neither widely distributed nor publicly viewed. Sex should not be scrutinized, spread out for display. Sex is antithetical to chartered obligations and university affiliations. It is not a glossy, fifty-six page color spread.
And writing about sex shouldn ...
Let’s face it – not everyone is good at sex. There are few of us who haven’t had one (or several) bad hookup experiences, and for anyone who hasn’t, you’re either incredibly lucky or you’re the one who’s bad in bed.
This article was supposed ...
This is not an article about the string of sexual assaults and alleged sexual assaults that have occurred on campus this year. I don’t know the facts about these. No one does, particularly—and disturbingly—not the people most intimately involved. I am not trying to write a piece ...
Princeton. A well-established, reputable institution. A hotbed of intellectual curiosity and homoeroticism. Wait – come again?
A few years ago, I attended a lecture on disability fetishism. Disability fetishists include people who are sexually attracted to people who are missing digits, joints and limbs. There are websites and chat rooms in which “devotees” exchange pictures, information, and advice. Some are turned on by the idea of ...
“I can choose a partner, I can replace him, and there's ample resources out there. I don’t need to feel any responsibility towards them, nor do I need to spend any emotion. They can't disturb me. Like a CD, if I want to listen to it, then ...
I learned a lot about sex when I was growing up. Thanks to my liberal Manhattan private school education, I had some form of sex ed every year of my life starting in fifth grade. Countless classes led by middle-aged women all too eager to unveil the mysteries of human ...
The Morning After
Virginia said she would make the breakfast herself.
For it was a beautiful London morning in June. She kicked back the covers and looked at Cady Stanton’s luscious ass. Smelled faintly of honeysuckle. Or was that patchouli?
In the kitchen, Virginia semi-consciously cooked three eggs. She ...