By Karolina Kezdi

 

Lubricity line

 

Interesting to be in school again. I consider myself a strong and independent woman, but least a grown-up. Now I’m a full-time student again and I’m behaving like one. I’m surprised. Maybe I’m the only one, but I imagined, I will be a proper adult, and I can avoid my compulsion for conformity, I won’t care about popularity games. But of course, I do.

 

I was an eager beaver at the high school. I was a favorite. Now, I’m not. And this is really annoying me. I want to be a favorite again. I know I shouldn’t be bothered, but I experienced the benefits. I felt safer to try, to ask, to risk, because I knew there would be someone who would love me anyway.

 

Every teacher has favorites, who says otherwise is lying. My Mom is a primary school teacher, and I have other six teachers in the family so, trust me, they have. But okay, they are in Hungary, so you could say, here in London it’s different. Guess what?! No!

 

A super cool and super pretty and super stranger drama teacher girl confirmed the information, when we asked her and the guy she was with at their table if they are a couple or they are on a first date. We bet, I won, as always. First date. It was too easy.

How could this awkward conversation be more uncomfortable? We asked them about their condom using habits.

 

We are working on D&AD New Blood briefs. We are in the middle of the ultra-massive, hyper-intensive research period.

 

I was on the phone with a sexual psychologist during I was refunding my must have unicorn blanket in New Look, and asked: What is the healthy daily masturbation limit?

Why are some women freaking out when it comes to touching sperm?

 

I asked my cousin: On a scale of 1-10 how awkward it is to buy a condom in the local store; I’m asking my facebook friends about their sex lives, even who I wouldn’t recognize on the street, but I don’t want to delete them, because I really enjoy their posts, or stalking on them. I ask literally everyone who seems between 16-24 (they are the target audience); How could I make you carry a condom with you, and use it when the big bang bang happening.

 

By the way, if you have any observation, opinion, quote, crystal to share in the subject, DM me. Please, please, please.

 

The door to the door sales girl admitted she send nudes to her ex-boyfriend, and most of her friend sexting as well, but they prefer gifs or snaps over photos.

I know from the waiter guy, there are some people out there, who want to get HIV. When he was in the US, he saw guys with tattoos symbolizing that. I googled it, exists.  

 

Bugchasing, also known in slang as charging, is the practice of pursuing sexual activity with HIV-positive individuals in order to contract HIV. Individuals engaged in this activity are referred to as bugchasers. It is a form of self-harm.

Some people consider bugchasing “intensely erotic” and the act of being infected through the “fuck of death” as the “ultimate taboo, the most extreme sex act left.”

Other people who are HIV negative and in a relationship with someone who is HIV-positive may seek infection as a way to remain in the relationship, particularly when the HIV-positive partner may wish to break up to avoid infecting the HIV negative partner.

 

We watch porn together. Me and my working partner. It’s work.

 

 

The copy scores 70.5 in the Flesch Reading Ease test