There are elements of trial and error in kink-stuff; sometimes you’ll try a thing and someone won’t enjoy it – that’s okay! You must always respect someone’s boundaries and their right to say no to anything (and no, they don’t owe you an explanation).
Oxford-life and the way everyone-seems-to-know-everyone can often lead to crossover situations; friends getting with friends/friends’ crushes/friends’ previous sexual partners. It can get pretty messy pretty quickly.
I don’t believe biphobia often comes from a place of malice; I think many people are still unfamiliar with the terminology and the general do’s and don’ts surrounding bisexuality thanks to a lack of bi visibility throughout society.
First, second, and third dates are often the landmark events in any dating journey; they’re a time for first impressions, the opportunity to amend said first impressions, and a time-frame in which you’re traditionally expected to go from total strangers to lovers. But it’s rarely that straight-forward.
The more we normalise being single, the less embarrassed we will feel when we ask for a table for one. I want that for the future; a world where we can exist as individuals as opposed to in pairs.
Alice Garnett reveals the natural and sublime beauty of her northern hometown Matlock, and reminisces on her connection to it.
If the weather allows us, I intend to get (socially distanced) drunk once again with my home friends in a field. I am lucky to live in a place with an abundance of open spaces, even if it means struggling up a 100m incline to get there, and a pretty clumsy pitch-black descent once we’re done for the night.
It can be far too easy to switch off and forget about current affairs under lockdown, especially if, like me, you live in a small town far from all the action. There is so much going on right…
…The Cloud, is probably brimming with dicks, tits, and all other anatomical ‘best bits’ as the internet is currently the only place we can ‘flaunt it’ so-to-speak. This is by no means a bad thing in and of itself; viva la nip is all I’m saying
We’re all familiar with that classic teen fiction scene where a parent walks in on their, pretty much always male, pride-and-joy pleasuring themselves.