Size Queen: Reaching Dating’s Lowest Bar

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  Recently, a new gurlfriend (the “u” in place of “i” is pertinent when referring to platonic women friends when you’re gay) and I were sitting on the couch of some bar discussing everyone’s favorite engaging topic: assholes…err, I mean, men. To be exact, men who lead you on via text offering dating’s riches, then when it’s time for the follow … [Read more...]

Size Queen: Your New Dating Advice Columnist!

I like 'em seven inches or more, gents.

How do I introduce myself to you? This is like some mutated version of online dating, except I’m not going to coffee with any of you…yet. If this were a social gathering and you were a woman, I’d appear out of a whirlwind, extend my arms for a hug, and compliment your cute outfit, accessories, and/or boyfriend (though sometimes the former and the latter … [Read more...]

How to Start Off the New Year with The Love of Your Life

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“Mom, Dad, I need to you do me a favor. I need you to start living as if I’m never going to get married. I need you to stop thinking about me having kids, okay? I’d rather be single forever than marry someone just to get married. I’d rather be single my whole life than settling for someone just so I’m not alone.” I grew up in a pretty conservative family. … [Read more...]

Abusive Relationships and How to Leave Them!

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You spent the majority of your freshman year at college in bed, crying, and wondering how you ended up this way. You used to be smart and funny. You used to have tons of friends and loved life. Now you just love him and somehow that seems like enough, even though you know it’s really nothing at all. Domestic violence is not a topic to take lightly. In the … [Read more...]

How Do You Know When You’re in Love?

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How do you know when you’re in love? I always thought it was a matter of “when," like it could be so easily defined by a year or two years or at least three for what you feel to be real in any way. I force myself to swallow down something condescending like “Maybe you don’t know what you feel so you call it love,” when a friend tells me that three months … [Read more...]