The Pansexual Panel: Group Sex and Polyamory

The Pansexual Panel

Group sex, polyamory, and most importantly, taking care of yourself is the core message of the latest issue of The Pansexual Panel.

Let’s all collectively admit that people are giving polyamory a bad name by slapping it on every instance of group sex and calling it a day. Okay, now let’s take a step back and really dig into what the heck I’m talking about. Just the other day a question threw me for a loop; how do people even get into a situation were multiple people want to have sex with you?

It’s a fair question. And on my part, all the situations I’ve ended up in before just happened naturally. Not to say some didn’t have a few kinks (no pun intended) to work out. But to be perfectly honest it was more of a “right time, right place” kind of situation. Before delving into the topic, it should be noted that when polyamory is done right, when everyone is open and honest about their needs and wants, it works really well. It does require that you put out a lot more effort, but the payoff is almost always worth it.

And for the uninitiated: “Polyamory is the practice of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, with the consent of all partners involved.”

Let’s assume for this round that you are in fact looking to get into a sexual encounter with multiple people at the same time. Well good for you! Most people feel weird about sex in general but here you are wanting to dive head first into sexual exploration. My first instinct is to over plan, so definitely do not do that. However, this doesn’t mean you should skip expectations and limits. That’s right: LIMITS! Just because it’s a more open group doesn’t mean you have to compromise something. Establish these rules before moving forward and people will know you are serious about your boundaries.

Safety should always stick at the top of the list, both mentally and physically. Are you sexually active? Then get tested every 6 months to a year, or better yet, every 3-6 months. As long as you are making yourself top priority, you can literally do anything you like. Oftentimes people will try to rain on your parade and limit what you do; don’t let them! That message is especially directed towards femmes and ladies: slut shaming isn’t cool, “dude,” and I’m here to tell you that everyone else is just JEALOUS. That’s right, full on Jelly!

But all in all, if you want more legitimate information about sex in general check out the book: The Guide to Getting It On by Paul-Joannides

This book changed my life when I first read it 8 years ago, and I sure hope it gets you started down a road of sexual positivity. Until next time, enjoy your sex and make sure you don’t compromise your comfort for some else’s pleasure.

Written by: Jonathan Sotelo

Sunflower Seeds: New York, New York

New York, New York, I love you! I know that last time I was ranting about how I left Chicago to start a new life in San Diego, but I would move to the East Coast in a New York Minute.

I have never been to such a fast-paced city with so much passion and excitement. Now, before I go off tangent on how much I loved the New York, NY, the Big Apple, Times Square and all those other goodies, I would like to talk about my trip from the beginning.

Approximately 16 of us arrived at the JFK airport after an exhausting morning flight. Some of the fellow travelers had been to the city before, but I would be losing my New York virginity. By the time we got our luggage, we were eager to finally head to our hotel. Unsurprisingly, I somehow managed to lose all 15 other travelers and ended up wandering the subway for an hour. Mind you, I had never been there before, I had no cell phone service, and I wasn’t wearing my glasses/contacts so I was off to a teriffic start. After a few deep breaths, I figured out where I was going and fortunately met up with the rest of the group at our hotel.

I lived in an atrocious, filthy, and cockroach infested apartment this past summer (that is another seed to tell), but this seedy New York hotel was just as bad.

As soon as my three other roommates and I stepped onto our floor, we knew this was going to be awful. The outside of the room doors looked like coffins, so we knew we were entering death. There was mold covering the heater, and the bathroom looked like it was straight out of a horror movie.

One morning I showered so I could refresh after a long night out. I was relaxing and laying down on the bed when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I looked up, and what do I see, a RAT!!! This wasn’t a cute Ratatouille situation (even though the rat might have been looking for one); this was a very big problem in my eyes. Frantically, I called the front desk and they let us move up two floors to another room that wasn’t too spectacular either. The appliances didn’t seem to work in this one, but at least it was rat free to my knowledge. Out of my entire time of being in the city and on the subway, the only rat I saw just so happened to be in my room! Needless to say, not a lot of time was spent in that ratty hotel.

Later I ventured out to Central Park with one of my roommates to escape the the rat drama.

We were so shocked as to how elegant and captivating a piece of land in the middle of a major city could be. It had snowed the night before, so it looked like it would be in a Hallmark Movie scene. It was pretty cold, but I kind of missed the brisk air in a nostalgic way. Oddly enough, it was refreshing to be bundled up in three puffy jackets. In the park there is a John Lennon memorial. As an overall big Beatles fan, I was overjoyed to be there (I might have shed a tear or two).

I did a ton of exploring in the city and began to feel a bit like Carrie Bradshaw, but only now can I see why she would love the men there. They all seem driven, and honestly their were some of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen (I really dig a man in an Italian suit). The only thing I didn’t care for was the cost of everything. I might have spent a remarkable amount of money on drinks, and my bank account surely suffered, but I had the time of my life so who can really complain.

There are not enough words to explain how marvelous New York was. I loved it because of the liveliness and motivation the city seemed to breathe; overall, the atmosphere was very energetic and the people seemed to be incredibly hard working. Here, I don’t think anyone could ever be bored, for there is always something to see or somewhere to go. It was bright, it was loud, it was New York City. Like Frank Sinatra, I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.

Written by: Nina Capuani

Sexcapades: ENOUGH with the creepy DMs.

Sexcapades

On this week’s Sexcapades: We explore how since the dawn of time, people have thought that creepy overused pickup lines were the gateway to a woman’s heart (and vagina).

I can see cavemen grunting and winking toward cavewomen in hopes that she will invite him back to her cave. In the year 2019, nothing has changed, except that the pickup lines begin on social media in the DMs.

This is why I took my Instagram link off of my Tinder profile because I would get the weirdest messages. But I wish I knew that I would end up writing a sex blog, because I otherwise would have kept them. One of the creepiest DMs that I’ve received is forever engraved in my memory. It said, “I want to make you like I make my Chipotle Burritos. Hot, spicy and stuffed.” Mortified does not even come close to describing how I still feel.

On my quest to recover some of my encounters with the third kind, I went to place where all of my deepest, darkest secrets lie: the ‘Mission Impossible’ group chat. It was in that alternate reality where I discovered an equally horrifying DM as the one I mentioned before.

The pickup line within itself is not horrible, but it’s the last sentence that sends shivers down my spine.

 

“I had to skip tinder to message you”

 First of all, if we don’t match on Tinder what gives you the idea that I want to talk to you on another social media platform! The whole point of Tinder is to connect with people through…wait for it kids…TINDER. Okay, I get it, I can see how he could have gotten confused, I did put my Instagram in my bio. However, the only reason why I, and most other people do that, is to make sure the rest of the nondesperates knew I was real.

Second of all, I am not going to answer all your prayers. I am your darkest nightmare. And no, it did not hurt when I fell from heaven because I crawled my way out of HELL.

On a scale of 1 to 10, these DMs are creepy!

I was going to rate these DMs on a scale of 1 to 10 based on how creepy they are, but let’s be honest if a random person is sliding into your DMs its always creepy. I want to thank to all the lovely people for submitting their creepy messages.

Gimme yo f***in’ money!

 

Submitted by Anonymous

What a way to get the job done. Send the person a wad of money with no context! The ‘Booooooo’ and ‘So sad lol’ kill me honestly. How the hell does one respond to this? Is this a solicitation or demand to be your sugar baby? I have so many questions but I don’t know if I want to know the answers.

Hello 9-11, there’s a creep in my DMs

Submitted by Anonymous

The recovery on this DM is very smooth, I’m going to give them that. Also the dedication to incorporate the emojis and “sound effect” is very creative. “Wow” is a very appropriate response because what other response could be said. I hope this girl gave him a chance. I think I ship them together. Actually, I do ship them together.

Remember boys, consistency is key!

Submitted by Anonymous

Four years. For four years this mans messaged this girl. He wants to apologize for blowing up their phone for the last couple of days, but where is the apology for the LAST FOUR YEARS? Clearly, they doesn’t want to talk to you if they doesn’t answer. This, kids, is what we all obsession. Mariah Carey wrote a song about this!

“I don’t have creepy DMs but I do have creepy dudes who don’t stop. When I don’t answer your texts and then you start messaging me on Twitter to see if I open them…Men!”

Submitted by Gianna

Gianna, honey, I am so sorry this happens to you. It is one thing to have men message you creepy things it is another to have them contact you through multiple platforms. These are the worst kind of men.

Submitted by Gianna

I thought it was just an urban legend of boys messaging you through LinkedIn. I feel like I just saw Bigfoot. I feel like I don’t even need to explain how creepy this situation is. At the same time, this is absolutely hilarious, because of all the social media sites we have, this man decided to choose LinkedIn of all sites.

“Is your name Google? Because you’ve got everything I’m searching for.”

This post isn’t so much about sex or a sexual act to say. However, this post highlights the great lengths boy will go through to get laid. On my quest to understand, I decided to google some cheesy pickup lines. To my surprise a few were found in the submissions. I couldn’t help but wonder, do boys google cheesy pickup lines?

I shuddered at the thought of a boy looking at girl’s profile and thinking to himself, “I can totally bang this girl.” Though his confidence seems to be beaming because he is sitting behind a screen, he wipes a little bit of sweat off his forehead. He types out “There’s something wrong with my cellphone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” He chuckles to himself a bit, presses send and waits for a response. Most of the time he will keep on waiting and somewhere in that girl’s group chat her and her friends are roasting the shit out of him.

If you have an enlightening or funny sex story submit it here!

Written by: Julie Cappiello

Brittany Roache and the Art of Making Playlists

By simply creating playlists, you open yourself up to the exploration, beauty, & the truth behind musical identities, just by categorizing music.

Whether we realize it or not, we as humans naturally attach a specific feeling or emotion to every song we listen to. While everyone’s interpretation may be different, most of us would agree that we subconsciously associate different genres to certain personalities. When we find a new song that we enjoy, it might seem as if we’ll never get enough of it. For me personally, even if I hear a song that blows me away, I am still craving more. We constantly desire new stimulus, and the moment I find a new sound to obsess over, I start to search for more. This is where playlists come in and change the “music-searching” game entirely.

With the advances of streaming services like Spotify and Apple Music, finding new music is as easy as ever. While users can easily find “suggested songs” playlists from their favorite artists, I wanted to highlight the beauty behind making playlists and listening to mixtapes and playlists that were made with passion.

In the summer of 2017, I joined my family in upstate New York for fourth months, working two jobs and spending time in a small town in which I had never lived before. Since I spent most of my days alone, SoundCloud became my sanctuary. The concept of organizing music into niche categories was fascinating to me, and making playlists every week turned into my own form of self-expression. I wasn’t necessarily making them for anyone but myself, but I hoped that maybe someone would appreciate a group of songs the same way I did. When I find a song I deeply connect with, I find it nearly impossible to keep it to myself – sharing music with others allows me to enjoy the song fully. This was the same summer that I decided to join KCR. I thought that if I could combine my love for playlist making with my passion for sharing music, I might find a bigger sense of belonging on this campus. Now, with this being my fourth semester in KCR, I can confirm that this passion has not fizzled.

Most of my playlists are created after I’ve found one song that I refuse to take off repeat.

I try to pay attention to a specific feeling that I gain from listening to that song, and then find others that parallel that feeling. Some of my favorite playlists that I’ve made over the years can be found on my Soundcloud, like “Lets go watch the stars together,” a playlist I created one summer night after listening to soft beats that reminded me of star gazing with someone special. Others include “Ode to Porter,” which I made in tribute to Porter Robinson’s unique sound, and “Gooey,” a selection of electronica songs that make me smile and my insides feel “gooey,” so-to-speak. I have recently begun to make the switch over to Spotfiy, where I’ve made playlists like “Aquarius,” featuring my favorite indie songs of the season that make me feel like sunshine.

While I have been wanting to talk about the beauty and emotion that goes into making playlists for some time now, I was inspired after listening to KCR member and music history student, Lucy Rosenthal, talk on the air about musical identities. The focus of her show that week was to discuss how music defines our identity and how we associate a certain personality type with the music we listen to. Whether we want to agree or not, if we think about Rap, Country, Pop, Alternative, and so-on, we subconsciously associate a certain stereotype with who listens to that genre. The songs that we have grown up listening to have shaped our identity, and what we listen to now validates the type of person we want to be. For instance, there are many of us that get excited when we find a new song that is underground and unique because it confirms our own identity and makes us feel unique as well. This all ties back into the fact that music is a part of our culture, and cultures will always be connected to stereotypes in some way. This ties into the method behind making playlists because many of us identify with multiple genres of music and have a different style that is appropriate for different moods. The music I listen to when I’m sad is not the same music I play in the car with my friends, and this is because we are made up of many different attitudes. (Check out Lucy’s radio show every Monday from 11am-12pm for more stimulating talks like this!)

Music has the power to heal and inspire, and that is something special to talk about. I encourage everyone to make a playlist of your favorite songs and see how it makes you feel. While most of this may seem like common sense, I enjoy dissecting the concept and believe that making playlists can be used as a form of self expression.

Written by: Brittany Roache