My friends and I did snicker over the various "Oh, it didn't count, we didn't do it in a bed" justifications we'd hear girls use. Mostly, I was just disgusted every Saturday morning hearing the party-goes going around to their friends saying, "Do you know who I shacked up with last night? The guy I woke up next to isn't the one I was expecting."
edit: AIDS wasn't known in my small town then, the big things to avoid were generic VD and pregnancy. One of my roommates went through high drama every month, because she thought birth control was immoral, but sleeping with strangers was cool.
Not to interrupt the kink talk (heavens forfend!), but today was a very buffista Teri Gross. Reaper and Tegan and Sara.
Dear Lesbians, now you CAN have pink pistols!
One of my roommates went through high drama every month, because she thought birth control was immoral, but sleeping with strangers was cool.
My favorite at the Catholic university I attended was the girl who explained to me freshman year how homosexuality was wrong because "The Church" said so, but seemed to have no problem being on the Pill or sleeping around.
Daisy Jane!!! The Boy finally posted some pictures of his Harley: [link]
Feel free to pass the pictures on to Mr. Jane.
I knew someone who thought both birth control and premarital sex were wrong, but she ended up getting pregnant out of wedlock. Apparently giving in to the passion of the moment is less of a sin than planning ahead of time for sex.
Girls in bikinis on the covers of magazines make the locals of Utah uptight and anxious.
I don't think it's kinky unless they're also turned on. An uptight and anxious kink would just suck. Which, I suppose, makes Utah one of the kinkiest places in the nation.
We talked about sex a decent amount in university. I just sent off a friend to university, and my care package to her was two vibrators and a sex book. Well, so far. She also got restraints that attach to a door and a heart-shaped paddle from other well-wishers.
That would be more sharing than I could have dealt with when I was in school, but her entire floor in residence has now oohed and aahed and read.
Apparently giving in to the passion of the moment is less of a sin than planning ahead of time for sex.
Well, not to say I don't appreciate the irony, but... yeah.
Don't get me wrong, it irritates me every bit as much, given that somehow having a child when you're not remotely ready for it and raising the chances of giving both it and yourself a terrible life is NOT a sin. But it's not inconsistent.
