Sex and the Street
Who am I? I’m just an ordinary girl with an extraordinary preoccupation with sex. I’m not the Sexpert, and I’m no Carrie Bradshaw — or even a Lena Chen. I’m a Princeton student who loves talking about sex. I’m notorious among my friends for “always bringing up tits,” and I’m the girl who “always has her mind in the gutter.” I’m a straight girl who thinks it’s fun to kiss another girl every once in a while. I masturbate (in fact, I have two vibrators and hopefully a new one soon), and I’ve even been known to watch a porno or two. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality, and I display it whenever possible: through my clothes, my words, my movement. I’m not a slut. In fact, I’m not even single. I don’t know everything about sex, though I’d love to say I did. I’m not a nymphomaniac, despite evidence to the contrary. I’m a Prude Gone Wild.
I wanted to write this blog because I feel that sex is an important part of our lives. Whether you’re having sex, hoping for sex or even trying not to have sex, it’s something we all think about, and yet many of us feel terribly uncomfortable discussing sex and sexual politics in any real, honest way. If there’s anything a person should be comfortable with, it’s talking about sex and sexuality, because it’s so fundamental to social life, especially in college. Americans are so uptight when it comes to sex, and yet we have the highest rate of unwanted teen pregnancy in the developed world. Clearly something is not working. It’s time to stop focusing on how to stop people from having sex and start facing reality: Sex happens. It happens in relationships, out of relationships, in triangles, in squares … everywhere. As a young woman (or really, young person), I find it so hard to find any non-cliched and realistic information about sex and relationships as they actually occur. This blog is my attempt to fill that void on campus.
That being said, it seems only logical to start from the beginning …
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This article is just garbage...I am a pacifist and it makes me want to punch her in the throat...I mean, I'm not even against her message here, though I am, but that isn't why I want to punch her in the throat...This holier than thou attitude hasn't stopped after losing her virginity. This doesn't even deserve rational response, I certainly don't believe I'm going to be getting anything back that is in any way rational. I don't even know why I'm responding now, it's just so frustrating, I feel that if I try to argue rationally she'll just be laughing her ass off thinking "man I really got that guy hyped up to talk about his philosophical bull shit" Well, congrats, if you were hoping to piss people off, not because they are believe in conservative sexual ethics, but because they believe that rhetoric and rant is garbage, then job well done.
I think the majority of these comments have something right. This author has assumed the audience reading here is what she has seen within the Princeton social scene - her perception maybe is that the students are unfamiliar, uptight, & maybe just drunkenly getting through it? Maybe she feels like she's different. That's fine. I feel that way too. It's a little navel-gaze-ish, but it's okay. Maybe there's some truth to these perceptions, but it's worth considering that maybe this blog shouldn't be targeted so didactically to the uptight. Maybe consider that a) there are other women/people like you, and b) they will all be terribly annoyed by this blog unless you write for them also. I clicked on this title to see who dared think that they could write anything titled "Sex and the Street" and contribute something meaningful for me. I consider myself a sex goddess who has a pretty thorough understanding of some of the intellectual underpinnings of what goes on sexually at Princeton and in other places. I am also your run of the mill fellow female student who you don't know is just as comfortable with sexuality as you. If we both weren't so amazed by ourselves, we could probably hang out. Impress me!