SEPT 26, 2024 | FEATURES | By Anonymous
Disclaimer: I am not a sex addict. I am writing this column for the benefit of others because this idea was meant to be shared with the world (Colorado College).
My mom was skeptical about me writing this column because people might call me “a whore.” Valid point, I guess. But sex and hook-up culture are fundamental parts of life, especially in college. And, can you name anything more exciting than talking about it?
I want to change the stigma around sex — it’s not an inappropriate topic. With that being said, please do not go ask your professor whether they could get it up last night, and don’t tell them if the guy you drunkenly had sex with offered to make you cum; that’s just gross. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t feel ashamed or judged for having sex. Be proud — you (hopefully) got some fireeee D!
To break the ice, I’ll start with one of my unfortunate experiences at CC.
It all started at a ‘Brat vs. Frat’ party at Sigma Chi. After I was done hooking up with one guy, I spotted another guy with brunette hair who was taller than me; exactly my type. Thankfully, I had some liquid courage from earlier in the night which set me up for success when I decided to ask him to dance. One thing led to another, and I was walking back to his dorm with him after it got much too hot to stay at the frat. Fortunately, the sprinkler was on, so as an easy fix, I pulled my shirt up and cooled off the girls.
When we arrived at South Hall, the reasonable thing to do was take off my wet shirt and get into his bed (duh). Even though his shirt wasn’t wet, he did the same: such a smarty-pants. He mentioned his roommate who happened to be in my Block 1, which made for awkward office hours a couple of days later. As we were kissing, I shockingly found out that all guys don’t think it’s funny when you lick their faces. Apparently some find it weird??? He’s the weirdo in my opinion.
I took that as my sign to leave, so I stole his sweatshirt and sprinted down the stairs to the door. Little did I know that going through this specific door would set the emergency alarm off (the door had a sign that specifically said ‘Please stop going through this door, alarm will go off’). This is my formal apology to South Hall residents: sorry!
Unfortunately, what goes around comes around. Approximately 5 seconds later, I was flat on my ass in the middle of the road. You can decide how that came to happen. I suffered serious injuries to my ass, knee and ego that night. Thank God for my roommate who nursed me back to health so I could go to Mathias and sleep in another boy’s bed that night (it’s complicated). We made out, I licked his face, and we went to bed.
I want to end by saying that I am not embarrassed or ashamed of what happened the night of Brat vs. Frat. I actually find it quite funny and so has everyone else I’ve told (hopefully you do too). I encourage you to talk with your friends about sex, start viewing sex in a healthy and positive way, and ask that sexy someone to dance! After all, you can always act like nothing happened when you walk by them in Rasties (works great).
Please remember to always practice safe sex between you and your partner!
If you or anyone you know is suffering from sexual violence or harassment please reach out.
National Sexual Assault Hotline: 1-800-656-4673
Campus Safety Emergency: (719) 389-6911