Sex + Love

When I first got sober, I started to accept that the “happy” occasions in life — holidays, birthdays and other special events — might not only feel happy. When I’m “supposed” to feel good, I feel nervous, anxious, and embarrassed. The center of attention, I feel vulnerable and on display.

A couple months before our official engagement, Arran and I had an uncomfortable conversation about getting married. Specifically, my dear boyfriend of two years chose a quiet brunch on one unassuming Sunday to bring up the fact that he was reluctant to propose.

[CN: emetophobia] I look up at Hannah with bulging eyes and my hands covering my mouth. We have a bit of a shituation. “Han, I am so sorry."

A polyamorous relationship is like any other relationship — you set rules and sometimes you hit bumps along the way, but everyone involved knows what is and isn’t acceptable.

You aren’t half of something waiting to be made whole — you’re a complete human being with your own important thoughts and ideas, looking for someone to add to your life. You're neither incomplete nor missing out on anything just because you’re single.

Sometimes the fights I pick with my fiancé are really fights with myself.

While the use of emergency contraception has reportedly grown among young women over the past decade, the topic is still surrounded by questions and concerns about how it works and how it should be used.

[CN: sexual assault] No more sex — no touching, fondling… Nada. I was done. I had a new mission: to heal.