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The Unexpected Bodies
It was 9 a.m. Awakened, as I often am, by sunlight, I opened my door to go to the bathroom downstairs. Supine, to the side of my door, was a male form, blonde and muscular and naked. His hands were cupped over his genitals, his underwear crumpled by his head. His eyes were closed. I…
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Gifts from a Little Train
A love letter to the (temporarily) retired port of Princeton.
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When Times Get Shitty, Culture Gets Good
It’s four more years, and if history’s taught us anything, it’s that you can gas a lot of people in four years.
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Work Life Balance
The Yale administration’s insistence on a student income contribution is reinforcing inequality along race and classlines.” So proclaims a new campaign launched at Yale, organized by the group Students Unite Now (SUN), aiming to eliminate the student income contribution for undergrads on financial aid. When I first heard of this movement, I thought their ambition seemed…
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Behind Closed Doors
Did the pangs ever actually stop? Are they pangs, or are they constant? Do they hurt you? Are you okay?
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Unaroused and Proud
“In our society, intimacy is strongly equated to sex,” says David Jay, founder of AVEN, creator of asexuality.org, and a self-avowed asexual.
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The Ethics of Friendster
It is a cowardly New World in many ways: distance killing enables us to blow people to falafel with the push of a button; comradely criticism is muted by the whine of cultural sensitivity; salesmen flood our inboxes rather than knock on our doors. The realm of dating and friendship, too, has become more efficient,…
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Will You Be My Valentine?
Porter White I believe. If Charlie Brown has his Great Pumpkin, I have my Valentine Rabbit. Annually on the lustful February V-day, the Rabbit, fluff-relative to the Tooth Fairy & Co., descends to my parents’ house and bestows enigmatic heart-shaped stickers upon plates and tumblers. Some years: holographic stickers; some: tastefully-red opaque. Why I know…
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Race in the Classroom
Greenville, Mississippi looks like a town that the Civil Rights movement forgot. Four decades after the Freedom Summer, this “Queen City of the Delta” still has two of just about everything: two McDonalds, two Catholic churches, two sides of town. There are two Kroger grocery stores. The one with the organic milk and fancy cheeses…
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