By Kelly Seal

In my early twenties, I figured that the guys I dated were works in progress, like me. Once we got jobs as marketing VPs and financial executives instead of waiters and assistants, grew up a little bit and became “real” adults, that all of our immature ramblings and bad decisions would be history. Something to laugh about. Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

Should you not yet have had the glorious opportunity to gorge on the way-popular erotic trilogy Fifty Shades of Grey—that your sister, mom, girlfriend, that one nice lady with the crispy ‘80s bangs at the bank, and most likely your grandma has read—get ready for a spoiler alert: Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

Tell me a story about a couple that has been completely successful in their long-distance relationship. Really. Tell me all about it. Who are these people? How did they manage to stay together while at the same time being apart? Did the physical distance have them yearning to be together, more than ever? Or did it just make them sad and angry? Did one unrequitedly miss the other? Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

Two weeks after a completely mutual break up, Lucy* arranged a meeting with her now-ex to “exchange stuff.” Sure, he had some of her sweaters, and she had some of his comic books. But the reunion—scheduled for a Saturday afternoon at Lucy’s, when her roommates would be out—entailed much more than swapping goods both parties probably forgot even existed. Click here to read more…

By Kelly Seal

I’d like to say that having sex for the first time was a pretty straightforward experience for me. That it happened, and it was awkward or beautiful or something concrete. But that would be a lie. Mostly, my first experiences with sex were a series of stops and starts. Click here to read more…

By Kelly Seal

When I was in eighth grade, I was awkward and shy (like most 13-year-olds). I stayed close to my friends, like they were some kind of protective shield from all the other teenagers. When puberty first hit me I wanted to crawl under my desk and hibernate – waiting to be older, cooler and wiser before anyone noticed me or my pimples. Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

When over brunch of bacon and eggs and lots and lots of coffee, the guy I’m seeing suggested we had an “open relationship.” I stopped shoveling yolk-soaked toast into my mouth and paused. “I didn’t think… we had an open relationship?” I said slowly. I cautiously reached for my coffee, maintaining eye contact. To me the open relationship label went to slutty, new-age-y college kids who couldn’t make up their minds (which I fit the bill for like, two years ago) and middle-aged married couples who just wanted to screw other people. Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

There are times when you consider breaking up and the resolution seems obvious: You squirm when he leans in for a kiss, are suddenly irked when he speaks, and you can’t really explain it, but there’s just a distance that comes between you, and it’s not really worth the effort to build the bridge that’ll bring you two back together. You’ve fallen out of love. You need to cut the cord. Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

It was summer in Brooklyn, and a group of 20-somethings, myself included, were on our loft’s rooftop grilling, playing records, and of course, drinking. A lot. Stretch this casual-seeming get together out over six hours and inevitably one pair has separated themselves from the group and is in a sudden fit of public passion, lapping up the spit from the inside of each other’s mouths, even though they just sort of met. Click here to read more…

By Caitlin Thornton

Hey there… listen… Those, um, past twenty minutes were great and all—kind of. But I’m really tired right now and I have to be at work super early tomorrow morning. And I’m not a morning person. I’m more of a sleep person. A sleeps-better-without-a-semi-stranger-in-her-bed-sort-of-person. Click here to read more…