eeing a large part of most seniors' sexual history come back to campus this weekend for the alumni reunions made me a bit nostalgic, so I recently looked back at my first article to see what was going through my mind when I accepted this sketchy, sketchy job.
When I sat down with my editors, they gave me the new motto: "more hard cock." Each of the readers will have to decide for themselves if that one literally turned out to be true. But what I said in my first column was that the main point of a slogan like "more hard cock" was to try to blend honesty and entertainment when talking about sex. A good sex column, like good sex, really needs both.
The entertainment side is pretty self explanatory. Sex is fun if you aren't doing it wrong. The trick is knowing that there's not one kind of good sex. Sometimes there should be that great sexual tension building up over a night -- other times you realize you just need to get down to business before your roommate gets back from class or you'll lose your window of opportunity. Once you realize that you don't have to come at the same time (although everyone should get their turn) and that being able to laugh at the complete absurdity of most sexual positions is key to being able to try all of them at least once, sex can really be great entertainment.
Then there's the honesty side of sex. I was the sex ed teacher in high school -- odd, I know -- but I learned that you have to take the risks of sex seriously. That means knowing that not using a condom isn't any moer of an option than leaving someone tied up to your bed while you go run some errands. Both are risks you have to weigh.
The other type of risks, often harder to measure, are the ones we try to avoid. Being honest when is comes to sex means saying "Do you have a condom?" as much as it means saying, "That's an exit hole," "Faster" or "Get on top."
More often than not people were pretty comfortable stopping me to talk about a position they wanted to try but had yet to ask their partner if they'd be down. Candor doesn't mean you need to be lewd, it just means knowing what you want and being honest enough with another person (or couple of people) to get the necessary sets of hands, toys and other extremities to help you out.
What I've wanted achieve over past three years of writing is to give people some new ideas and maybe the balls to bring them to someone who's actually in a position to help them out.
This is my last column though. So now I graduate and go back to being yet another short brunette in New York City.
Little known fact: I had no interest in originally being the sex columnist. Crazy, I know. I figure after three years and this being my final column I should come clean on that one. I was sold on the idea by a friend who worked at the News-Letter at the time. I had no idea that over the next two years people who were alluded to in the columns would be proud enough to send them home to parents, that people I've never talked to would be comfortable enough to talk to me about their interest in bondage, or that for a good few months of my sophomore year, I would have to avoid most Wawa brothers. It's been a trip.
I've written here about what entertains me; some weeks it was the "interesting" experiences I had in South America (no, not a euphemism for those who missed my columns while studying abroad), other times I was dealing with some of my friends' relationship issues. Although each of you has a choice for the sex column that interested you the most, I hope that more often than not I lived up to the "more hard cock" mandate given to me by my original editors.
Hopefully reading about what people are already thinking about, sex, has been a good way to let people give a new technique a try or at least entertain you while taking a study break at Milton's. Either way, I hope you had fun and are looking forward to a new columnist and still "more hard cock" next year.
