If someone wears a sexy outfit on a date,
does that mean she/he wants to have sex?
If two people go into a bedroom and
close the door, is that consent?
What if the couple has had sex before?
Teenage Sex in the Bedroom
Bedroom Antics
Soul Searching
Had a bit too much ‘wham, bam, thank-you ma’am’?
Here’s how you can get a bit more soulful under the sheets.
How you talk to your partner is an all-important factor
in achieving that deeper connection with your partner
when getting intimate. Crystal clear communication is
imperative for soulful sex. Don’t be vague about your needs.
Distraction is another key factor in your love-making.
It’s really important to be present and in the moment.
You can’t be thinking about what’s for dinner, how
many emails are in your inbox, what didn’t get checked off
your to-do list, or what time you have to pick up the kids.
Get out of your head and back into your body.
Bring all your attention to your body and breath.
Find Your Sexual Soul
It’s about surrendering, opening up and letting your
partner see you for the gorgeous being you are.
It’s vulnerability. After all we are not the hurts
or scars we carry, we are love, so when two people
let this out with each other they are ‘making love’
no matter what they happen to be doing,
How Many People
Have You Slept With?
To Screw or Be Screwed
What’s your number? No, not your phone number, your number. It’s not something you can touch or see. Materially, it doesn’t exist.
But oh is it ever there. Haunting you, reminding you of the good, the bad and the regrettable. Branding your loins with the “Scarlet Number.”
When confronted with the question, “How many people have you slept with?” a few things may happen. Your palms may get sweaty, your right eyebrow may cinch up like a cowboy ready for the draw.
Inevitably, your mind may start crunching numbers to come up with a reasonable lie.
If you’re a girl, that one-hour stand in the bathroom of some club will get cropped out of the list and, if you’re a guy, that blacked-out just-the-tip teaser will get edited into the bunch.
Whether we ignore it or not, our sex number weighs on our shoulders like ghosts of penetrations past. Counting requires recounting and thinking about each set of genitals we’ve rubbed up on can be pretty trying.
So why does this intangible idea mean so much to us? And why are certain numbers better than others? It’s almost like the way we view age.
Double-digits is a big step, twenty is the end of an era and thirty is scary as fuck. Which sex number bracket is socially acceptable at which age? And who decides?
I’m sorry to break it to you, but if I can have all the “meaningless” sex I want, yet it still “counts,” there’s no way it’s actually devoid of meaning.
Sex always means something, whether that meaning is love, releasing tension, loneliness, friendship or self-consciousness.
Having said that, I don’t think that having “meaningless” notches on your belt is something to be embarrassed about. The numbers you may technically regret make the ones you esteem all the more wonderful.
We keep an inventory on our crotch’s social life because our sexual history is part of who we are. And there’s always something to be learned from the past.
Men, since the day your voice first squeaked, you have been under a ridiculous amount of pressure to shove your junk into the nearest receptacle as soon as possible.
Your number immediately became a way to measure your masculinity. I think it goes without saying that this is extremely unfair and, if I may add, unfounded.
Not that there’s anything wrong with a good player — someone has to be out there ballin’ the field, taking one for the team, dominating the game — but that shit only matters among you guys.
For girls, the amount of tail hunted does not separate the boys from the men. Dudes are putting this pressure on each other, and I just thought you should know, we like you just the way you are.
Women, you take a lot of shit for your sexual resumes. Your number determines whether you’re an angel or a devil, and makes you self-conscious about being too “loose.”
P.S. When the fuck did this “loose” label come to exist? Vaginas are like blowfish, people — they always retract.
I know, we’re all sick of hearing the old, “It’s so unfair that a high-numbered dame is a slut, while a well worn-in dick is an accomplished prizewinner,” but alas, I’ll say it again for reinforcement.
It seems that in the number game, no one’s a winner. It’s a balance we can’t achieve. The best we can hope for is quality and quantity evening out.
So it’s time to just be who you are, closet sex skeletons and all, and own your digits.
Plus, they say that when you sleep with someone you’re sleeping with everyone that person has ever slept with. Thinking about the statistic of how many people I’ve paid it forward to in that regard makes me want to close down my muffin shop. Holy shit.
I’m no mathematician, but there’s one equation I can vouch for with confidence. X + pride = the perfect number.
