Everyone’s different. Deconstructing the obvious cliché, infinite variables are tirelessly shaping a person into who they are: where they’re from, their culture, the upbringing they’ve had, the upbringing their parents have had, the friends they associate with, the list could go on and on. Yes, the world is becoming global but every culture has its own niche values and practices. We celebrate the diversity in people and build bridges to find common grounds. But more often than not, we overlook that despite sex being a familiar verb, the way we identify and participate in the act can be multifaceted from culture to culture.
Sexual shame relates to feeling wrong or guilty for the way one expresses themselves sexually. While this can be feeling shame for enjoying sex, it also encompasses shame for the frequency of wanting sex, intiating sex, the type of sex someone likes, the person someone is having sex with, for having sexual fantasies or desires, masturbation, or even for simply being horny.
The first time I touched myself, I was 17. Featherlight fingertips over my underwear, barely grazing, unsure of where and how I should touch. I was burning all over, mind delirious with need. It was too much and not enough all at once. So, I slipped my fingers further in, heart thrumming in my chest.
How can one evaluate the progression of humanity? Not through technological advancements, that’s for certain. Neither can it be done through modern medicine, nor through the fact that mankind has walked the moon.The correct answer, you ask? I believe it is through the growing array of lube flavours available to you and I alike. Innovation at its finest.
It’s Saturday night, you’re out with your friends living your best life when you see a guy smiling at you from across the bar. Blued eyed and blonde haired, your mystery man walks over to you. You quickly smooth your dress, fix your hair and wait to be dazzled with a charming one liner or captivating compliment, but instead he asks, “What ethnicity are you?” Feeling a little perplexed you respond, “Chinese.”
In case your bank account hasn’t already told you, uni students are broke! And unfortunately, we spend a good few years walking the tightrope of needing a job to get experience and needing experience to get a job.