Pining after your FroCo? Dying to get on the orgy panlist? Sick of seeing khakis on men? You’re in luck! Welcome to Sex on the WKND, YDN’s anonymous column dedicated to answering your burning questions about sex, love and anything in between. Obsessing over sex is a Yale tradition as old as the Oldest College Daily itself. This year, we have a love-guru columnist who has done it all — including everyone on the aforementioned orgy panlist — and is ready to share. Whether you have a seminar with a hookup-gone-wrong or accidentally sent a raunchy text to your chemistry study group, Sex on the WKND is ready to help. Don’t be shy. Submit your anonymous questions, stories, and tips here.
Dear Sex on the WKND,
My girlfriend is really into roleplay and dressing for the occasion. It was hot at the start, but last time we had sex she dressed as a leopard and clawed at my face. How scary is too scary?
– EasilySpooked02
A few days ago, a friend and I were having a conversation about lingerie. We came to the conclusion that unless the bra-top is being used as outerwear on a night out, it really has no purpose. Face it: your boyfriend remembers your birthday on a good day—he won’t remember what you look like unless your clothes are off.
So perhaps, EasilySpooked02, your girlfriend realizes this trait about men and she is just trying to get your attention. Or maybe she’s just really really into Tiger King. Either way, spooky.
By now I am sure you already know that it’s Halloweekend because you’ve received 50 emails from Chi Psi begging you to come to their party. You freaked out about not being part of a group costume. You tried to get your boyfriend to order his part of the couples costume (TBD if he did). Finally, it’s time to have some fun, drink some cheap alcohol and head… somewhere.
But wait! There might be more to fear… and I am here to encourage you to heed the warnings: Halloween has been known to bring out the thespians. You might have never known that you have been dating a theater kid, but this weekend might be the day you realized they’re only at Yale because they were rejected by Julliard. Tough.
Role play. It’s a beautiful thing. The bedroom is the stage and you can turn into something you’re not. You can close your eyes and imagine you are kissing that kid from your English class and not your boyfriend. You can scream someone else’s name and say it was just part of the bit. It can get very scary.
In terms of costumes, I’ll never be opposed to a blindfold or a handcuff here and there. But there are limits to what is acceptable—and it’s a fine line. For example: if your girlfriend is method acting in her Disney Princess costume, maybe ask her to give it a rest. Challengers Costume? Hot. Catholic School Girl? Also hot. Police and a prisoner? Weird. And while you’re at it, maybe don’t dress up as this duo at all.
At the end of the day, readers, we’re all pretending to be someone we’re not. I am always encouraging my readers to experiment — and dressing up can ease some stage fright.