
‘At Least You’re Young Enough to Start Again’: What Not to Say to a Friend Getting Divorced at Thirty

Anxiety? Awkwardness? Asexuality? Tales of a Twenty-Six-Year-Old Virgin
I have a confession to make. Well, more of a truth to share. I am over the age of twenty-five and still a virgin. Comically, my middle name is Mary, like the Virgin. Why you may ask, does a relatively attractive woman have a problem getting someone in the bedroom?

Coming Out of an Identity Crisis: How My First Queer Relationship Empowered Me to Challenge Our Gendered and Cis-Heteronormative Culture
There was an undeniable shift in how I was treated, embraced and celebrated. For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable acknowledging that I was more than a woman: I was human. Being asked for my consent (and not performatively) was like speaking a whole new language. Being urged to voice my feelings and NOT have them used against me? That was whacky as f*ck, at first…