“Are you okay in there?” my roommate asked me after I’d surpassed the 30-minute mark in our shared bathroom.
“Yep!” I hastily replied from the cold, linoleum floor where I sat naked. “I’ll be right out!”
I took one last look through the small compact mirror at my vagina, thoroughly inspecting each fold, small bump and hair, and hoisted myself up off the floor. In a matter of months, this scrupulous examination had become my daily routine…and to this day, I hate every minute of it. Keep reading »
I am convinced my vagina should have the next lead role on “Game of Thrones,” because recently, it has done nothing but plot sadistic revenge and royally fuck me. Like many women have experienced, I woke up one day with some weird itching and burning in the land down under and knew that it was the beginning of the dreaded yeast infection. Before I high-tailed my ass to the doctor, I opted to try a three-day over-the-counter, injectable cream that made me feel like I was a toddler walking around with a load in my diaper, and since then, it’s been one problem after the next (all for which I’ve consulted professionals).
But through my struggles, I’ve found solace in the fact that my OB-GYN confirmed “these are common problems,” and “these things happen to everyone.” Every day, women everywhere are betrayed by their vaginas with “normal,” pain-in-the-ass issues that interrupt our sex lives, social lives, and just our ease of existence in general. YOU try discreetly walking up subway stairs with a vile’s worth of white, foamy cream slowly leaking into your panties. Here are seven common vag problems that, in my opinion, deserve their own support groups and pocket manuals. Keep reading »
We’ve all been there. You had a one night stand, engaged in spontaneous travel sex, or found out your significant other was a big, fat cheater, and soon after, something very suspect appeared on your nether regions looking like it may be an STD. Could that be a genital wart or is it just an ingrown hair? Is that razor burn or the start of a raging herpes outbreak? From the moment you make the scary discovery to the second you find out you’re a-ok, that, my friends, is what Hell feels like. More specifically, this is what that journey of panic feels like in GIFs… Keep reading »
Sex is a strange thing. It’s one of the most wonderfully intimate and bonding experiences we can share with someone. And … it can kill you. I KNOW. Such a paradox. With every person we find super attractive and want to get to know better — especially between the sheets — we have to also take on certain risks. And those risks can be deadly! It’s crazy! Who thought up this sex thing? Really got it wrong in my opinion. Anyway. Point is, there’s a new “superbug” out there in sex land and experts fear it’s going to be deadlier than AIDS! Ack, bring me my chastity belt!
Two cases of the ”sex superbug” have been found in Hawaii. So I know where I’m NOT going on vacation. (Ha. Little joke.) The superbug, which is an antibiotic-resistant strain of gonorrhea, has the potential to be as deadly or even deadlier than AIDS. It first surfaced in Japan a couple of years ago, but has since spread to Hawaii.
And unlike AIDS, this superbug can kill you in a matter of days. Not only that, people often don’t have symptoms, so someone could pass it along to you without knowing they have it. Read more on The Stir…
Here’s some unsettling news: Chlamydia and gonorrhea, both which can lead to pelvic inflammatory disease and infertility in women, are on the rise and both are more prevalent in women than men. According to the the 2011 Sexually Transmitted Diseases Surveillance report released by the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention yesterday, certain groups, including young people and gay and bisexual men are at the greatest risk. Read more…
“I have to introduce you to my cousin Logan*,” my childhood friend told me emphatically one weekend when I was home from college. “He’s really good looking—if he were taller he could be a model.”
“… OK,” I answered with trepidation. I was 19, and my freshman year of college at a small, cloistered university in the middle of the Bible Belt was not going well. My stomach turned to knots. I was trying so hard to fit in without fitting in that it was driving me crazy. For some reason it felt like if I got involved with a guy it would fix things. Logan was 24 and seemed nice enough.
The problem was, I was a virgin when we met, and at 19 I was among the last of my friends. Virtually inexperienced, I felt it was time to get it over with. In hindsight I should’ve listened to my gut. Keep reading »