Be a Slut

Do whatever you want. By MEGAN SIMS I don’t think I ever fully appreciated polyamory until I went into the psych ward. Someone I was dating had told me about the midnight showing of Mad Max in black and white at the Coolidge Corner Theater weeks before. I’d initially hoped to go and actually watch the movie (which we’d tried and failed to do several times). But things got in the way and I checked into McLean the day before the showing. When I found out that he was going with another person he was interested in, I was excited, …






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You May All Go to Hell

And I will go to Texas. By MEGAN SIMS I have a confession. I did not watch the Super Bowl this year. In fact, I’ve never meaningfully watched a Super Bowl in my life. In high school at my grandparent’s house, I would sit in their bedroom doing homework rather than watching football. I have before taken pride in not knowing who’s playing. I sound like a classic intellectual when I speak about sports. I usually defend myself with a half-baked statement about how I don’t hate baseball. But the truth is, I do not reject football for its baseness …






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Without Yield

As week two of HUDS strike comes to a close, no deal in sight. As of yesterday, Harvard University Dining Services workers will have been striking for one week. In that time, several more negotiation sessions between Local 26 (the union representing HUDS) and Harvard have been held, but no deal has been reached. You can find HUDS workers picketing every day in the Science Center plaza. They march with Support the Strike and Unite Here Local 26 signs. Echoes of “What do we want? Justice! When do we want it? Now!” and “If we don’t get it, shut it …






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Antique Stories, New Voices

An interview with BlackC.A.S.T. director. Darius Johnson ’18 just wrapped up their fourth show here at Harvard—the second they’ve directed. As president of the Harvard Black Community and Student Theatre Group (BlackC.A.S.T.) and director of Songs of the Harlem River, they’ve played a huge role in shaping theatre in the black community on campus. Megan Sims (MS): What was your vision when choosing to put on this particular show? Darius Johnson (DJ): When I watched the first production of the show that had been done in New York a few years ago, one thing that I noticed was the very …






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The Great STI Quiz!

Do you know your stuff about STIs? Find out now through this very quiz! Q: Should you get tested for STIs more or less often than you get your car’s oil changed? A: The answer, to both actually, is that it depends on how you use it! For instance, if you’re like most Harvard students who don’t have cars, you probably won’t be changing your oil very often. Similarly, if you’re not sexually active, or if you have a limited number of partners (who have been previously tested), you likely won’t need to be tested as often as someone who …






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Prayer for Hand Sanitizer (Even When it Stings)

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 empty gas tank …






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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

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 me. And here …






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Two Parties

What it means for a woman to casually date a woman for the first time.  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 few drinks that …






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Apologies for My Sex Life

Repercussions of a sharing nature. 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 been having all …






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