Campus Confidential
Issue date: 1/30/09 Section: Opinion
Editor's note: The following column, Campus Confidential, by Tessa Bryant, will appear every Friday in the WC.
Humans are sexual creatures. We all crave it. It's not just for pleasure; our sex drive is a chemical response ensuring the species' survival. Suppressing it is like denying science and generations of better judgment.
This is Campus Confidential: Western Illinois University at its most sexual. Nothing is taboo, nothing is off-limits and everything - and I mean everything - is up for discussion.
Let me forewarn you. I am no expert. I am not any kind of sex guru. I am just a regular Western student facing the same issues we all do: life in a small town, trying to date, dealing with relationships and, of course, sex.
I'm sure you've heard the popular statistic: every seven seconds, men think about sex. Women, sophisticated creatures we are, are said to only think about it daily - if that.
Consider me the exception to the rule. I have the seven-second obsession.
Maybe I'm undersexed. Oversexed? Maybe I have a disorder. I've heard that sex can be like an addiction - maybe I'm just a junkie.
Perhaps it is the college atmosphere, where hordes of attractive, hormone-driven twenty-somethings have nothing better to do than make eyes at each other.
"I wonder what men think about the other six seconds," my friend Carley asked, citing the statistic. Typical love-lost, scored Carley. Last fall, she got her heart broken by a pre-med student fond of studying other women's anatomy. They dated for about two years before the split, and she hasn't been the same since.
"Women do it too, Carley. I do it, you do it. We all do."
It's true. Think about how often sex crosses your mind - not necessarily just the act, but the attraction, the flirting, the seductiveness that goes along with it.
When the waiter goes to get your drink order, you immediately dissect how old he is, how cute he is, whether he's straight or gay and whether or not you could nab him. You might not be thinking about doing him, but you're thinking about him. And men? I'm sure the same thing goes through their heads.
Why is thinking about sex such a bad thing in the first place? Are we made that uncomfortable by it? I can't help but wonder why the only place people are comfortable discussing sex is the anonymity of Internet blogs, chat rooms or college newspaper columns.
I think it's time we stop stifling our sexuality, and that is what Campus Confidential is all about. It is a place to ask your questions, tell your worst (and best) dating experiences, or just get a laugh out of mine.
My name is Tessa Bryant, and I am liberating my sexual self.
Welcome to Campus Confidential.
Humans are sexual creatures. We all crave it. It's not just for pleasure; our sex drive is a chemical response ensuring the species' survival. Suppressing it is like denying science and generations of better judgment.
This is Campus Confidential: Western Illinois University at its most sexual. Nothing is taboo, nothing is off-limits and everything - and I mean everything - is up for discussion.
Let me forewarn you. I am no expert. I am not any kind of sex guru. I am just a regular Western student facing the same issues we all do: life in a small town, trying to date, dealing with relationships and, of course, sex.
I'm sure you've heard the popular statistic: every seven seconds, men think about sex. Women, sophisticated creatures we are, are said to only think about it daily - if that.
Consider me the exception to the rule. I have the seven-second obsession.
Maybe I'm undersexed. Oversexed? Maybe I have a disorder. I've heard that sex can be like an addiction - maybe I'm just a junkie.
Perhaps it is the college atmosphere, where hordes of attractive, hormone-driven twenty-somethings have nothing better to do than make eyes at each other.
"I wonder what men think about the other six seconds," my friend Carley asked, citing the statistic. Typical love-lost, scored Carley. Last fall, she got her heart broken by a pre-med student fond of studying other women's anatomy. They dated for about two years before the split, and she hasn't been the same since.
"Women do it too, Carley. I do it, you do it. We all do."
It's true. Think about how often sex crosses your mind - not necessarily just the act, but the attraction, the flirting, the seductiveness that goes along with it.
When the waiter goes to get your drink order, you immediately dissect how old he is, how cute he is, whether he's straight or gay and whether or not you could nab him. You might not be thinking about doing him, but you're thinking about him. And men? I'm sure the same thing goes through their heads.
Why is thinking about sex such a bad thing in the first place? Are we made that uncomfortable by it? I can't help but wonder why the only place people are comfortable discussing sex is the anonymity of Internet blogs, chat rooms or college newspaper columns.
I think it's time we stop stifling our sexuality, and that is what Campus Confidential is all about. It is a place to ask your questions, tell your worst (and best) dating experiences, or just get a laugh out of mine.
My name is Tessa Bryant, and I am liberating my sexual self.
Welcome to Campus Confidential.
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