Prayer for Hand Sanitizer (Even When it Stings)

By MEGAN SIMS Hallelujah for viscosity (amen to that). A toast to the ambiguity of states of matter and to the bubbles that manage to stay still even when the door slams. This is a celebration of your foremothers and their menstrual blood. This is relationship anarchy, and just plain anarchy. And paper cuts. You got them on a manifesto, reading by moonlight since it’s almost full and it wasn’t too cloudy. There’s no point trusting soap dispensers, everything is sticky and the little drop of blood is creeping toward the couch. You can’t stop watching it, seems like an …






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Cara

This is the third in a series of summer blog posts where the author takes us through the ups and downs of queer dating for the first time. You can find her previous blog post here. She was named after wine on the Internet. Her screen name on OkCupid some sort of foreshadowing for our first date, a bottle of Riesling on her roof looking out at the night sky. First dates can take a lot of turns. Sometimes, she’s everything you’re not looking for in all the wrong ways. Sometimes, she’s pretty and smart and pays for your cupcakes. …






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Haley

By MEGAN SIMS This is the second in a series of summer blog posts where the author takes us through the ups and downs of queer dating for the first time. You can find the first blog post here. She’s chewing gum as she comes out the door. I hate gum. I once saw a video where they had identical twins sit next to one another, one chewing gum, one not. People rated them on various things like friendliness and likability. It was meant to show that people who chew gum seem more approachable. It has the opposite effect on …






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Two Parties

What it means for a woman to casually date a woman for the first time.  By MEGAN SIMS In October of last year, I turned off men. What I mean is, I clicked that little button on all my dating apps that allows you to remove the sometimes-kind, often-predatory men that haunt Tinder. What I mean is: I made a conscious decision to take my queerness fully into my own hands. I decided to embrace the harder path of pursuing the kind of people I wanted, not settling for the easy ones. I joke every now and then after a …






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Apologies for My Sex Life

Repercussions of a sharing nature. By MEGAN SIMS To my next-door neighbor in McKinlock, I am so sorry for the very loud sex I have been having all year. I know it must be the nightmare for which you did not sign up. Thank you for only banging on my wall in frustration once, even if I was seconds from orgasm. To the girl who has gone down on me a lot, I am sorry for that one time I farted on your face. Also, I am sure you’re sorry to my next-door neighbor for the very loud sex we’ve …






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Yes, No, Maybe

“Is this ok?” I have heard this question more times this year than perhaps in my entire life, asked tentatively, hands approaching with caution, whispered breathlessly into my ear. The prevailing attitude in most consent discourse is that, although consent is necessary, it is decidedly unsexy, and that questions like “Is this ok?” are inevitable mood killers. After spending this year having the best sex of my life, I am inclined to disagree wholeheartedly. Discussions of sexual communication are often made more difficult by the fact that we may confront questions to which we do not have answers. Many of …






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Life Out Loud

Speak Out Loud’s inclusive environment draws many artistic talents. Curled up in a chair in Ticknor Lounge, I put the finishing touches on a poem meant to capture the ethos of a heartbreak just 24 hours old. With a black moleskin notebook on the table in front of me next to my camera, I smile and begin to type. “I am poet, photographer, ethnographer, journalist.” On Saturday night I played many roles, taking pictures, notes, quotes, and of course writing and performing my own poetry. Under other circumstances, this might have been a cause of stress, but I felt strangely …






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HPT: Dragging Sexism Out

A call for inclusive arts programs. Harvard’s Hasty Pudding Theatrical’s have been putting on student written shows since 1844. With clever, punny titles and an over-the-top brand of humor, the annual Hasty Pudding show has become a Harvard Institution, world-renowned and uniquely Harvard. Such a Harvard tradition naturally came from an exclusive social institution. The Hasty Pudding Club, founded in 1795, forms the route of the theatrics and exclusivity that today still define the organization. The social club itself still exists and has since gone co-ed, as has the staff of the show. However, the cast still remains firmly and …






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How to Write an Article Called “Dating While Bi at Harvard”

Thoughts on an involved process.    Materialize. As you’ve now been noticed, your powers of invisibility have been rendered temporarily inactive. On the bright side, being visible will make the clicking noise your keyboard is making much less alarming to those around you. Begin gathering all of your thoughts, which have up until this point been inevitably floating in and out of your stream of consciousness fairly continuously for several years. Realize that all of your thoughts have been said before, or just that you’ve read too many articles about multisexuality. Become determined to write something new, innovative, daring, and …






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