"Sex without condoms is the new engagement ring!" screams an NPR headline that was not at all vying for the attention of this blog. Which is to address: a lot of controversial stuff has been said about the increasingly popular practice of condomless sex by some of us on this blog, but here is the irrefutable: it feels awesome.* Maybe that is because I have only really engaged in bareback sex with the types of dudes who don't fear HPV and whose diseases I don't particularly fear, because the worst thing I can think of about most of them is the ensuing lifetime of awkward conversations, and the worst thing about that is that awkward conversations summon memories, and summoning bad memories every time you're about to fuck a new person is no way to live, but, if you can smile and say (hypothetically!) "Hey, just so you know, I have [insert STD here], but I got them from this really hilarious guy who is still one of my best friends, so it was kind of worth it," before you do it with a new person, it's almost nice. Like: oh yeah, that was a good time.
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