Columns

After I received the following letter, I reached out to, Kim, a DW reader who spent three years volunteering as a rape crisis counselor through the YWCA while in graduate school (and received an award for Volunteer of the Year). Her work involved extensive training to complete crisis-counselor certification, answering hotline phone calls, accompanying victims to hospital exams and police interviews, and training to assist in hospital exams involving children. My boyfriend and I have been living together for a year and a half. He moved in with me and my roommates fairly soon after we started dating (one month). February of this year we moved into our own apartment. Our relationship…

Today is my birthday (35, y’all!) so I’m taking the day off to celebrate, enjoy a little R&R and squeeze in a sonogram appointment at my OB’s office. In my absence, Miles, who is handling his new diabetic diet like a champ, by the way, has offered to guest write a few columns. Here’s one of them: Dear Miles, I started taking guitar classes. I don’t know why. I’m not normally a spontaneous person but I thought it would be fun. I was right. We all sit around in a group and play the guitar. Then, after class, we go out for beers. So far I’ve made out/had sex with 5 people…

Today is my birthday (35, y’all!) so I’m taking the day off to celebrate, enjoy a little R&R and squeeze in a sonogram appointment at my OB’s office. In my absence, Miles, who is handling his new diabetic diet like a champ, by the way, has offered to guest write a few columns. Here’s one of them: Dear Miles, Should I buy those sunglasses at Sunglass Hut? They look real cute on me but they’re pricey. Stephanie says I should go ahead and buy them. Ryan is always telling me not to hang out with Stephanie because she’s irresponsible and immature. I’m tired of Ryan always bossing me around. But the sunglasses…

Today is my birthday (35, y’all!) so I’m taking the day off to celebrate, enjoy a little R&R and squeeze in a sonogram appointment at my OB’s office. In my absence, Miles, who is handling his new diabetic diet like a champ, by the way, has offered to guest write a few columns. Here’s one of them: My boyfriend’s name is Steve but sometimes I accidentally call him “Larry.” For the life of me I don’t know why. I do not have any ex’s, friends or even acquaintances named Larry. My boyfriend doesn’t think this is funny and neither do I. We are both very serious people. Steve is a wonderful person…

I’m 24 and I just came out around a month ago as a lesbian, first to myself and then to my sister and dad who are totally supportive — in fact, they always felt that I was a lesbian growing up because I was a serious tomboy, among other things. Thing is, a few weeks ago, I came out to my mom (my parents are divorced) and she seriously does not believe me. She says there is something wrong with me hormonally, especially as I was growing up, something about my being borderline Cushings disease, and she told me to not go around telling people that I’m gay. This hurts me big…

In a feature I call “Your Turn,” in which you, the readers, get to answer the question, I’m presenting the following letter without commentary from me: I am 25-years-old and I prefer the company of… myself. I’ve always been an introvert; however, that’s not to say I don’t have friends. My problem is that while I have a proclivity to be alone, I have friends that – to me – are needy, but to the rest of the world, are probably normal. I naturally don’t hang out much and there are times when I go into total reclusion. This hermetic bout includes me going hours/days without contact with anyone else. I’m aware…

My fiancé is a wonderful man and our relationship is amazing in every way, except for one thing: kissing during foreplay and sex. It’s really strange, because my fiancé is a great kisser otherwise, and used to be a great kisser while being intimate, but it seems that recently, his kissing skills have regressed. The problem is that when he gets really into the moment, he starts practically mauling my face off, which is not sexy at all, and, is painful when he has stubble, which is most of the time. I’ve usually been able to solve the problem by situating myself so that I’m above him when we’re kissing so that…