By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon Blogger

This Week’s Choice -> All The Cartoon Network Shows!

The Blurb

Over the weekend, a swarm of Cartoon Network shows became available on Netflix. Cartoon Network was one of my favorite channels as a kid. Their shows were imaginative and original as I glued my eyes to the TV and ate my Captain Church. I couldn’t possibly choose one show so I’ll mention some of my favorites.

At A Glance

• Shows: Adventure Time, Johnny Bravo, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Powerpuff Girls, Ed Edd and Eddy, Dexter’s Laboratory Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends, and many more!
• Genre: TV Shows, Kids’ TV, TV Cartoons
• These shows are: Goofy, Imaginative, Quirky, Feel-good
• Rating: 4.7 stars out of five

My Thoughts

Powerpuff Girls (1998 – 2005)

Sugar, spice, and everything nice. The Powerpuff Girls are the definition of the ultimate female superheroes. Girl Power! These sweet little girls spend their lives fighting crime and stopping evil. And they’re only in kindergarten. The Powerpuff girls also face unforgettable villains like “Him” and “Mojo Jojo.”

Dexter’s Laboratory (1996 – 2003)

Dexter might seem like the usual nerdy eight year old. But really, he has a hidden laboratory in his bedroom and even a mysterious foreign accent. His annoying sister, Dee Dee, is somehow able to just “dance” in his secret lab. Dexter tries to ignore her as he experiments a new invention in each episode.

Courage the Cowardly Dog (1999 – 2002)

I have to admit that “Courage the Cowardly Dog” makes the list to the darkest kids’ TV shows. The dark comedy follows a pink dog, Courage, and his owners, Muriel and Eustace Bagge. Courage is forced to save his owners from bizarre monsters, aliens, demons, and zombies. The show is known for its dark imagery and horror story elements.

Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy (1999 – 2009)

You can’t forget about the “goofy” side of Cartoon Network shows. “Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy” most definitely resembles “The Three Stooges.” The series follows the misadventures of the three boys as they think of new schemes to make money. All they want to buy is their favorite candy – jawbreakers. You’ll get a good laugh as you watch every scheme of theirs fall apart.

Adventure Time (2010 – )

“Adventure Time” might not sound familiar to some because it’s a newer Cartoon Network show. I began watching it on Netflix since I’ve heard positive reviews from it. Honestly, it is one of the few animated series that bring back the Cartoon Network’s spirit from years ago. Finn and his magical dog, Jack, travel through a magical land as they encounter on endless adventures. “Adventure Time” is certainly eccentric enough to be original and the best part is that anyone can watch it (even college students).

All In All

If you want to kick back and bring back some childhood memories, watch these cartoons. These shows will make you laugh again with their witty jokes and crazy creative storylines.

Enjoy!

Your Turn

What were your favorite cartoons as a kid? Do you recommend any other Cartoon Network shows that are on Netflix? Comment your thoughts below.

By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon Blogger

This Week’s Choice -> Sherlock (2010-2012)

The Blurb

A spin on Arthur Conan Doyle’s tale of Sherlock Holmes as the eccentric detective solves mysteries in the modern-day streets of London with a military veteran, Dr. John Watson.

At A Glance

• Cast: Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman, Una Stubbs
• Genre: TV Shows, British TV Shows, Crime TV Shows, TV Dramas
• This movie is: Suspenseful, Witty
• Rating: 4.5 stars out of five

My Thoughts

Everyone must know “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.” He’s the man with the deerstalker hat and the pipe. You have to at least remember the recent Sherlock Holmes movies with Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law. Sherlock Holmes is honestly the greatest detective story of all time. And its story has been passed to make movies and TV shows.

“Sherlock” creators, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, have successfully created a contemporary update of the classic story. Sherlock Holmes works as a “consulting detective,” as he still remains as the focused intelligent character from the original books. Dr. Watson returns home from Afghanistan as he begins to help Sherlock with his cases.

Unlike the original books, Sherlock Holmes’ story is not told in Watson’s point of view. You are able to see the perspective of Sherlock as well. Benedict Cumberbatch (“War Horse”) presents the complex and fast-thinking Sherlock in a modern world. In addition, Martin Freeman (“The Hobbit”) exhibits Watson’s loyalty and how he can actually not be “just a sidekick” to Holmes. Other transformed characters from the book series include Sherlock’s archenemy, Moriarty, and his housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson.

“Sherlock” has a different TV format than most television shows. It’s a mini series. This means that each season has three 90-minute episodes. I honestly believe that these “short films” make the series even more extraordinary. Each episode has enough time for Sherlock to solve a case with enough anticipation and character development in between. You wouldn’t be able to do that in a 45-minute episode.

Each “Sherlock” episode is packed with lots of action for a single case. It’s one of those TV shows where you have to sit down and pay close attention. A lot can happen in two minutes. Try not to be distracted unless you want to miss important case details or Sherlock’s snarky comments. The suspense and constant surprises carries from the beginning to the end of each episode like it should for every mystery drama.

New seasons for most British television shows usually don’t come out every year. Season two released in January 2012 as fans waited over a year for news about a new season. Production for the third season of “Sherlock” finally began about two weeks ago. There is no confirmation on when the new season will premiere on the television network, BBC.

All In All

If you’re interested in watching a different type of a TV show, I suggest “Sherlock.” You might watch three 90-minute episodes in one sitting. This brain-twister will allow you to admire Sherlock Holmes in a new light.

Your Turn

Do you watch any British TV Shows? Have any suggestions on what’s worth watching? Share your thoughts in the comments below! As always, include your reactions if you watch any episodes from the “Sherlock” series.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

The Blurb

Breakfast At Tiffany’s tells the story of New York socialite, Holly Golightly as she becomes interested in a young man who has moved into her apartment building.

At A Glance

Cast: Audrey Hepburn, George Peppard

Genre: Classics, Romantic Comedies

This movie is: Romantic, Sentimental, Witty

Rating: 4 stars out of 5

My Thoughts

Ah… Breakfast At Tiffany’s. You must have heard this movie before. It has been around for about 50 years. Have you seen anyone wear a black dress and pearls for a Halloween costume last year? Yep, that’s from this movie! Breakfast At Tiffany’s makes you realize how timeless the film as soon as the melody of “Moon River” transcends the simple scene of a woman eating a croissant in front of Tiffany’s.

Audrey Hepburn certainly proves how effortless it is for to present an intriguing protagonist. Her extrovert character, Holly Golightly, first appears to be city socialite with her fashion and parties. Holly Golighty begins the trend of these atypical female characters in the series. She’s independent, talkative and classy.

Secrets from her past unravel as we begin to see why she acts like such a phony. But, as soon as she meets her neighbor, Paul Varjak, Holly begins to depend on him as a friend (I mean, she calls him after her brother’s name, “Fred.” Friend zone, anyone?)

Coming from a girl who likes guilty pleasure dose of rom coms, I have to admit Breakfast At Tiffany’s might be one that I wouldn’t mind watching again and again. Hepburn’s character has this sort of charm and mystery that not only intrigues Paul, but the audience as well.

There’s great dialogue between the two main characters, Holly and Paul. We are able to feel for these characters because they seem real. They both have flaws. They both need each other to fix them. It seems like a typical romance plot, but somehow the actor’s excellent chemistry makes their relationship seem more believable to the audience.

One downfall of this film is Mickey Rooney’s stereotypical Asian character, Mr. Yunioshi. His shouts of “Miss Go-right-ry!” and other caricature elements have caused much controversy till today. I personally did not find the character as a good comic relief. Still, the main part of the story has me look over that minor mistake.

Lastly, the fashion in Breakfast At Tiffany’s exemplifies why this movie is timeless. The style remains to become a staple trend in style magazines. There are various celebrities that have channeled “Holly Golightly” such as Natalie Portman and Tina Fey. You can never go wrong with a little black dress and the right accessories.

All In All

If you’re in the mood to watch a different romantic comedy, snuggle up in your blankets and enjoy this classic film. You might just have to add eating breakfast at Tiffany’s whilst listening to “Moon River” to your bucket list.

Your Turn!

Would you watch Breakfast At Tiffany’s? If you end up watching it, feel free to share what you thought of the movie. Comment below!

By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon Blogger

This Week’s Choice -> Arrested Development (2003-2005)

The Blurb

“Arrested Development” tells the story of a wealthy family who lost everything and the one son who had no choice but to keep them all together. Yes, the opening credits’ narration perfectly explains what this show is all about.

At A Glance

• Cast: Jason Bateman, Portia de Rossi, Will Arnett
• Genre: TV Shows, TV Comedies, Sitcoms
• This movie is: Goofy, Quirky, Witty, Deadpan
• Rating: 3.9 stars out of five

My Thoughts

“Arrested Development” is one of those short-lived TV shows that still have one of those most dedicated fan bases. Just think of “Firefly” and “Freaks and Geeks.”

In the show, Michael Bluth takes over the family company after his father goes to prison for fraud. Unfortunately (for Michael at least), he has to deal with his eccentric family.

One of the best things about “Arrested Development” is that each character has something unique about them. My personal favorites include Michael’s bitter and alcoholic mother, Lucille, and his obliviously awkward brother-in-law, Tobias Fünke.

The cast of “Arrested Development” certainly has the best actors. There are comedy veterans like Jeffrey Tambor (“The Larry Sanders Show”) and David Cross (“Mr. Show”). Jason Bateman (“Horrible Bosses,” “Juno”) and Will Arnett (“Blades Of Glory” are most commonly known in today’s Hollywood world. Young actors also shine in the show such as Michael Cera (“Juno,” “Superbad”), who started the show at the age 15.

You can’t have a good comedy without amazing guest stars. There’s Liza Minnelli, Henry Winkler, Charlize Theron, Amy Poehler, and many more. The cameos turn out to be amazing because these actors play ridiculous (and unforgettable) characters.

The deadpan comedy tone of “Arrested Development” appears to be one of the many reasons on how unique this show is. Laugh tracks aren’t added in the show as the producers concentrate on making it a “mockumentary” show similar to “The Office” and “Parks and Recreation.”

The on-going jokes and foreshadowing throughout the series would probably want to make you watch the show’s three seasons again and again.

Even if the show was cancelled by FOX in 2006, the fan base continued to grow with a rise of DVD season sales and the release of the series streaming instantly on Netflix. The fans remained hopeful for a movie or another season of the comedy.  

Back by popular demand (six years later), “Arrested Development” will premiere their fourth season on May 4, 2013. All 14 episodes will be able to watch instantly on the same day. Special guest stars this season feature Kristen Wiig and Seth Rogen.

Mitchell Hurwitz, the show’s creator, has even hinted that there’s a possibility for an “Arrested Development” movie in the future.

All In All

Honestly, “Arrested Development” is one of the most underrated TV series of all time. The deadpan mockumentary steers away from cliché one-liners and idiocy. Try to catch up before the new episodes come out this May.

Your Turn

If you watch any episodes of this comedy series, tell me what you think in the comments below.

Do you watch any other TV shows with the same style of “Arrested Development?”

By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon Blogger

This Week’s Choice -> Clueless (1995)

The Blurb

A modern adaptation of Jane Austen’s novel Emma follows the adventures of Beverly Hills high school student, Cher, who has the tendency to meddle in relationships.

At A Glance

• Cast: Alicia Silverstone, Stacey Dash, Brittany Murphy
• Genre: Comedies, Cult Movies, Romantic Movies, Romantic Comedies
• This movie is: Romantic, Feel-good, Witty
• Rating: 3.6 stars out of five

My Thoughts

Before movies like “Mean Girls” and “Superbad,” the 90’s had a few of its own strong teenage comedies. “Clueless” tells the story of Cher (Alicia Silverstone), a superficial California girl who plays matchmaker for two lonely teachers and stylist for the new girl in school, Tai (Brittany Murphy).

“Clueless” should totally be considered as one of the best romantic comedies. It’s a satire of the teenage culture – 90210 style. The girls constantly say phrases like “As if!” while the guys wear their pants sagging toward the ground. High school stereotypes underline the movie with groups like the stoners and the preps.

Alicia Silverstone’s portrayal of Cher makes this cliché adolescent movie stand out from the rest. Silverstone brings out Cher’s egoistic innocence with great comedic timing. Her one-liners become the most memorable quotes. Let’s just say I now use the term, “Monet,” more than I should in everyday conversation.

Cher remains determined throughout the film to find the perfect guy for Tai. But, Cher experiences the ups and downs of teenage romance too. She has the popular boy, the sensitive new guy, and her ex-stepbrother, Josh. It’s… complicated.

The music, fashion and slang in “Clueless” define the 90’s. Can you believe it’s been 20 years since the preppy outfits and grudge music? Some familiar 90’s songs of the movie soundtrack are “Kids In America” and “Rollin’ With My Homies.”

Cher and her friends also have a lovely 90’s wardrobe with brands like Calvin Klein and Fred Segal. There are plaid mini-skirts, unique hats, and platform Mary Janes. Her style is rich girl prep and Cher rocks those outfits. All I want to know is where she got that computer program that makes chic outfits.

I was surprised to find out that “Clueless” was a modern adaptation of Jane Austen’s novel, “Emma.” There are many references from the book that wittily fit in the movie’s setting.

Other Jane Austen modern adaptations include the 2001 movie, “The Bridget Jones Diary” and a recent vlog series called “The Lizzie Bennet Diaries.” Both productions are based off Austen’s most popular novel, “Pride and Prejudice.”

All In All

“Clueless” is surprisingly a cute and funny movie. You’ll love the characters as much as you love the 90’s. And enjoy watching the parallels if you’re a Jane Austen fan!

Your Turn

If you end up watching “Clueless,” please share your thoughts below! Would you consider it as a good romantic comedy?

And which novel would you like to see made into a modern day retelling? Would you prefer to see it in film or TV form? Maybe even in a video blog like “The Lizzie Bennet Diaries?”

By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon blogger

This Week’s Choice -> Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog (2008) 

The Blurb

An aspiring super villain known as Dr. Horrible must balance his desire of joining The Evil League of Evil and winning the heart of his crush, Penny.

At A Glance

• Cast: Neil Patrick Harris, Felicia Day, Nathan Fillion
• Genre: Musicals, Action & Adventure,  Tragicomedy, Independent Movies
• This movie is: Campy, Quirky, Witty
• Rating: 4.2 stars out of five

My Thoughts

Originally, “Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog” appeared on the Internet as a mini web series. The musical was written by Joss Whedon, best known as the creator of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

Whedon wanted to produce a musical outside of the TV setting especially during the 2007-2008 writers’ strike. Streaming the miniseries online became the perfect opportunity for Whedon to produce the musical in its three acts as three episodes. On Netflix, all three episodes appear sequentially. 

Neil Patrick Harris (“How I Met Your Mother”) plays the starring role of Dr. Horrible, a wannabe super villain. The film begins with Dr. Horrible speaking to his webcam since he has a video blog too. Who would have guessed that?

Dr. Horrible actually turns out not to be a completely bad guy as shown by his crush on Penny (Felicia Day, “The Guild”).  But, like any villain, Dr. Horrible’s still needs to have a nemesis who is the handsome Captain Hammer. Nathan Fillion (“Castle”) presents an arrogant superhero that would go at any length to destroy Dr. Horrible.

There are many sly comments and funny quips that glorify the musical’s incredible writing. The witty dialogue also makes the audience laugh while feeling a tint of empathy for Dr. Horrible too. It’s a pretty unique storyline told in the perspective from an ambitious villain who can really sing.

Coming from a girl who’s a huge fan of musicals, the “Dr. Horrible” score does not disappoint. The songs are fast-pace and catchy right from Neil Patrick Harris’ first song, “My Freeze Ray.” The three leads have no trouble to carry out their part on singing as well with the help of the strong lyrics. My personal favorites include “My Freeze Ray” and “Slipping.”

The musical grew a cult fan base that even managed to accidentally crash down the “Dr. Horrible” website at one point. However, fans still patiently wait for a sequel. Production planning for “Dr. Horrible 2” is rumored to begin this spring.

All In All

If you’re a fan of musicals, be sure to watch this 42 minute production. It’s a unique story with great music and familiar (and talented) actors. Anyway, how can you turn down watching the legend – wait for it – dary Neil Patrick Harris in one of his best roles yet? Check it out.

Your Turn

Watch “Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog” and include your thoughts in the comments below.

Have you watched any web series? If so, what are they? How are web series compared to more familiar viewing elements like television and film?

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By Katina Beniaris

Chameleon Blogger

Netflix – a procrastinator’s worst (and best) enemy. But, you know when you go on the site and you can’t decide what to watch? There are so many choices! I can’t help but think, “Is this movie worth watching?” Every Wednesday, my blog will focus on what you should watch on Netflix. Recommendations will include various genres of movies and TV shows.

This Week’s Movie -> Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)

The Blurb

A high school wise guy decides to skip classes as he hits the Chicago streets with his girlfriend and best friend to have the best day ever.

At A Glance

• Cast: Matthew Broderick, Alan Ruck, Mia Sara
• Genre: Comedies, Cult Movies
• This movie is: Goofy, Quirky
• Rating: 4 stars out of five 

My Thoughts

There’s no denying that MTV, big hair, and John Hughes highlight the essence of the 80’s. Hughes especially becomes well known for directing his priceless teen movies. You have films like “The Breakfast Club,” and “Pretty Pink” that have these simple stories about being young. Sometimes I wish John Hughes directed my life.

“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” (main video, first post) shows you the right way on skipping classes. Bueller goes through a detailed plan that not only works on his parents, but the entire high school population. The charming Matthew Broderick plays off Ferris Bueller as a wise cracking teenager, who can get away with anything (even breaking the fourth wall).

Hughes presents a classic comedy. There are strings of funny scenes that make no sense to the story but it will still make you laugh… a lot! We have action scenes, one-liners, and characters that make the movie fast pace and entertaining. I enjoy watching how the school principal literally spends the entire movie trying to find Bueller as he fails again and again.

One of my favorite parts about “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” is that it’s filmed in Chicago. You have most likely been to the same places as Bueller. It’s amusing to see how much sightseeing Bueller and his friends do in one day. The teenagers visit various places from Wrigley Field to The Art Institute.

“Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” does not brush off as your usual cheesy 80’s comedy. Hughes movies are deeper than that. The movie has many serious moments in between the funny scenes.

The “coming of age” theme shows the mix of teen angst and living life. Bueller is not only taking the day off to escape school, but he’s also trying to avoid the future in general. He uses these crazy adventures to avoid the scary feeling of growing up.

Bueller’s best friend, Cameron, displays his struggles of pleasing his strict father and understanding Bueller’s carefree attitude. As amazing as Bueller can be, Cameron might be the audience’s favorite as a more realistic character.

Take a look at this fan-made recut trailer (second video) that points out the seriousness in this classic comedy:

Link to Recut Movie Trailer

All In All

Watch this timeless movie. It’s one of the best in the Hughes collection. You’ll have a good laugh and notice familiar sightings of the city. Maybe Bueller’s motto will inspire you too:

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Your Turn

Let me know what you think of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” in the comments below. Also, if you ever pull a Bueller, what would you do on your day off?

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I said before that I wouldn’t say sorry. That was because what happened to me last August wasn’t my fault and I wouldn’t take the blame just because I had been taken advantage of.

Today, though, it is my turn to apologize, for something else. Because I make mistakes, too.

I messed up, kind of hugely.

Remember that boy I wrote about? The one I love and the one who saved me? He’s amazing. He’s been nothing but faithful to me in the past eight months.

But, I made a mistake. Or rather, someone else made a mistake and kissed me and I was too afraid to tell him. I was so terrified to tell him because I was terrified of being left.

The secret ate me alive for months and bothered me every time we got physical and every time we talked about trust.

It ate me up and left me bothered until I had to tell him what had happened – a mere mistake with absolutely no meaning. And you know what? Even though he was upset, we worked through it and it took us a couple months, but we’re much better now.

I don’t blame anyone for what happened. In relationships, mistakes are made.

I do, however, blame myself for keeping quiet for so long. He told me it would have been easier to get over if I had told him as soon as it happened. I know he’s right.

And that’s the advice I have for anyone who feels like they’ve made a mistake or two – talk it out. I know the way a secret can burn you from the inside out, make you sick, make you taste acid. If you’re just honest with your partner, it will get easier.

I’m not saying it’ll be easier from the get go. It will take work and trust will have to be rebuilt. But, it will be worth it. It’s so much easier to love someone when you aren’t trying to protect them from a secret.

And to those who are about to learn big secrets – be forgiving and listen to the whole story. Try to put yourself in your partner’s shoes. Figure out what happened, why it happened, and why it took so long for you to find out. Keep yourself in mind. How would you want your partner to react to you if the situation were reversed?

I’m not saying everything can be forgiven. I know it can’t. Sometimes, a mishap can ruin a relationship, and it usually depends on the situation. A misunderstood kiss is different than a full-blown affair. Mistakes happen, and it’s important to determine mistakes from true unfaithfulness.

All I’m saying is: talk. Be open and be honest and work through what you can. Relationships are important, and communication is a big part.

Don’t let one secret ruin you completely.

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By Holly West

Chameleon Sex Blogger

Look, I’m no scholar. I generally blog about light-hearted topics and I try to be somewhat funny or clever (This often fails). I’m just your average 19-year-old college student. However, something I do understand (for the most part) is basic common sense. I’m not trying to make a grandeur political statement here or start an argument with anyone (Please God, no more political fights on the internet; I’m already tired of seeing them on my mini-feed).  I just wanted to make everyone aware of a section that I came across when I skimmed the GOP platform:

We renew our call for replacing “family planning” programs for teens with abstinence education which teaches abstinence until marriage as the responsible and respected standard of behavior. Abstinence from sexual activity is the only protection that is 100 percent effective against out-of-wedlock pregnancies and sexually-transmitted diseases including HIV/AIDS when transmitted sexually. It is effective, science-based, and empowers teens to achieve optimal health outcomes and avoid risks of sexual activity. We oppose school-based clinics that provide referrals, counseling, and related services for abortion and contraception. We support keeping federal funds from being used in mandatory or universal mental health, psychiatric, or socio- emotional screening programs.

Wait, what? Is this 1950 or 2012?   A survey conducted by the National Survey of Family Growth reported in 2002 that over 95% of Americans have or had premarital sex, and that number is only expected to continue to rise. In fact, federal studies in 2007 found that these programs had seemingly no effect on higher abstinence rates.

Research has shown time and again that these abstinence education programs simply do not work. Seriously, just try telling a majority of 16 and 17 year olds in a classroom that abstinence is the only acceptable form of birth control and see if that really sticks with them. Hormones are raging at this age! If teens have decided that they want to have sex, they are going to have sex no matter what their teacher tells them in high school, so it is integral that they have the knowledge to protect themselves against STDs and unplanned pregnancy.

So my question is why is a proposal for abstinence education even on the platform?  While it cites the fact that abstinence is obviously the most effective method to prevent STDs and pregnancy, with 95% of the population sexually active, it just isn’t realistic.

It is plain and simple that the real reason it is on the platform is because of its ties to conservative Christian beliefs.  I have no problem with anyone who wants to wait for religious or personal reasons. It is a deeply personal decision to have sex, and I respect those that want to share that moment on their wedding night. However, I don’t respect other people trying to push those values on everyone else. It is not the government’s job to push its religious values onto us.  One of the great things about the United States is our freedom to believe in one God, many gods or even no God at all.

Teens need to have the access to sexual education in order to make informed decisions about their reproductive health. Like I read once in the scholarly and credible source of a Tumblr quote (yet oddly appropriate somehow), programs like these “are like telling someone they can’t eat a donut because you’re on a diet”.

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By Chameleon Sexuality Blogger

Hi. It’s me again — the girl with no name and that four-letter secret.

It’s okay, though. I’m doing okay. I’m doing really okay, actually. And it’s probably because of a boy.

Yeah, I still date. Is that surprising to you? Sometimes when I tell people what happened to me, they look at me and whisper, “but you have a boyfriend”, like having been raped should have made me swear off boys and take a vow of celibacy.

It didn’t, though. I still have a heart and fully functioning sex organs.

I like sex. Sex doesn’t bother me. Sex isn’t what makes my chest tight.

I haven’t sworn off boys because one boy hurt me or turned into a lesbian because humans with penises scare me (although I’ve had my own encounters with sexual confusion, but that’s a different story).

No, sex doesn’t terrify me. Trust does. It isn’t the physical bonding that screws with my mind; it’s the every emotion I’ve invested in someone.

I’ve been dating a boy for seven months. He quite literally saved me from the worst depression I’ve ever fell into, and believe me when I say I’ve had many battles.

He knows. People ask me if I tell him. I think he deserves to know, don’t you? He should know that I’m not completely here because another boy three hundred miles away ripped part of me out and kept the wreckage as a trophy.

So, he knows, and daily he puts up with the consequences. I’m clingy. I get scared. I cry, a lot.

I don’t know why he puts up with me, but he does. My ex really did a number on me, and if you haven’t yet read about it, I certainly encourage you to. My ex left a mess that the new boy has to clean up and he does an okay job.

He does an okay job, but that doesn’t make it easy.

Sometimes, I wake him up at four in the morning and make him promise that he loves me. Sometimes, I break down in tears after sex, not because the sex scared me, but because I keep trusting him to not violate me, and it drains me. Sometimes, I grip his hand tight until mine goes numb. Sometimes, I go to a bad place and he has to come looking for me in the dark.

He tells me he wants to marry me. It’s hard for me to trust that, but I want to.

He’s the type of boy a girl like me needs. He sings to me over the phone when it’s two in the morning and I’m stuck in a Georgia hotel room and I just can’t sleep. He doesn’t yell at me when my wrists get bloody or scold me when I tell him I think I might be a little depressed. He buys me tampons and Midol when PMS immobilizes me and buys me Subway after a long night at work.

I think he might be the one and I’m looking at him right now while he’s focused on homework and everything about him screams that I should trust him.

And I think I can.

And I think that’s called progress.

So, my heart goes out for every girl or boy who has ever been wronged and is holding that grudge against all general humans because of that one person who screwed them over. I hate to be cliché, but not everyone’s the same. There are good human beings in this world who are worth the investment. You just have to find them. And you will find them, I promise, when you need them the most.

If you’re in a dark place, hold on. Don’t give up. There’s someone wanting to save you and they’ll be here soon.

If the girl with the secret can get better, so can you.

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By Phillip-John Puzzo

Chameleon Sexuality Blogger

This one time I told my parents a huge secret. I told everyone a huge secret. Telling this secret was the most difficult situation I had ever experienced.

I spent some time in a psych ward with a lot of teenagers who had some big secrets and a few teenagers who couldn’t keep any secrets. I missed school and every morning before entering the ward I had to take off all my clothes so the nurses could make sure I wasn’t smuggling any drugs or weapons into the building. I felt very alone.

My story is very long. In all, I told my parents my huge secret. They didn’t care. They still love me. I told friends and family my huge secret. They didn’t care. They still love me.

This is the rough shell of a story thousands of people tell and experience. The details of every situation are different, but we forget that it all begins with a secret. Telling our secrets is the only way to help others understand that there is no need to keep secrets. These secrets shape us, and we must be proud of our secrets in order to understand our true identities.

Tell your secrets. Someone close wants you to feel at your best physically, mentally, and emotionally. Allow him or her to make you feel better and share secrets as well.

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By Chameleon Sexuality Blogger

Happy Hump Day! I hope everyone had a marvelous break and is making it through midterms just fine.

As we are all aware, there is a certain holiday that is exactly two weeks away! Yes, Halloween! Personally, it’s my favorite holiday not because of the free candy, social atmosphere and excuse to get drunk, but I love Halloween because it is the one time of year I can dress up and be someone I’m not.  Most girls, on Halloween, take it as their one chance to really experiment and accentuate those features that they are normally too scared to show off.

My personal favorite outfits are the naughty cop, sexy nurse, smokin’ fire fighter, she-devil, and suggestive sailor.  You may argue against these outfits and you may not love Halloween but don’t ruin others way of celebrating.  If I feel like showing more leg and cleavage then I normally do, I’m going to do it whether you like it or not.  But really, how many people turn down the opportunity to look at beautiful college girls in short skirts and tight push-up bras?

Now shopping for these accessories and outfits is sometimes a little embarrassing, so I recommend going with a friend.  The best places to look are honestly sex shops! Yes, SEX SHOPS! They have more than just toys and naked pictures in them just so you know.  They usually have racks of playful and sexy costumes.  These shops do a pretty good job of supplying costumes that cover you up just enough to not come off as easy but still not too conservative.  Some close places to look would be around Boy’s Town and the Belmont Red Line stop.

So let’s show some spirit for those confident women that are going to express their physically sexual side! Here is a toast to you.  May your Halloween be full of double takes and whistles!

By Holly W.

Chameleon Sexuality Blogger

Before I say anything else, I’m acknowledging that maybe Loyola is different than the rest of the world.

I mean, I haven’t been here long (at all).  I happen to be a transfer student, so I’m still new to a lot of things here. One thing I can vouch for is that it is pretty hard to miss the painstakingly evident low guy to girl ratio on this campus.

Honestly… THANK GOD that I’m already taken. Loyola is not the best place for girls to find eligible bachelors, just by sheer numbers. I guess if you flip the coin on this one, it has to be a pretty sweet deal.

That being said, I’m pretty convinced that this is the life that most Loyola males lead:

Photo courtesy of the Associated Press, by Anonymous

…Alright, maybe not exactly like this, but regardless of how this situation pertains to Loyola, I have to ask: Why do some guys act so desperate when it comes to getting nookie?

**Side note: Don’t pretend to be all offended right now, because I am acknowledging here and now that there are plenty of GOOD GUYS out there that seek lady companionship – the kinds of guys that hold the door for women and pick them up at 8PM and firmly shake their father’s hand before they depart and has them back by 11 and yadda yadda yadda. I know that you are out there. I also happen to have an awesome boyfriend so don’t call me bitter either.

However, I know first hand that a lot of guys that are looking for one thing and one thing only…and that thing has three little letters.

In case you were thinking of a BLT, you’re wrong. (Although I’m pretty sure that some guys are looking for that, too).

What I’m referring to, obviously, is sex. I know that men are hard wired for some of this, but you’re talking to the girl that wrote a clever poem to her high school biology teacher to try to get out of the final exam — so that sort of stuff doesn’t happen to be my thing, although I do recognize its importance.

I did get out of the final, in case you were wondering.

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t understand why it has become so culturally mainstream and acceptable for guys nowadays to explicitly ask a girl to sleep with her (ESPECIALLY when, if a girl were to do the same thing, she would be called a ‘slut’, but that’s a whole other realm we won’t delve into).

For example, this actually happened to my friend the other day on Facebook message:

Random Guy: Hey do u wanna have sex?

Friend: Ummm, you really just said that to me?

Random Guy: Yeah. It beats trying to get to know you and taking you out to dinner when the whole purpose of me talking to you is to have sex with you.

Like, REALLY?

Well at least I have to give it to this guy; he was being upfront and honest about it. NOTHING is worse than when a guy pretends that he’s into you just for that one reason.

So please boys, I know that since you go to Loyola already, you have too many girls to keep track of, but don’t play with a girl’s heart.

If all you want is nookie, be upfront about it. (But maybe in a less explicit way than a Facebook message asking a random girl to have sex with you. That happens to be a little creepy).

Photo by LUChameleon blogger

I’m not quite ready to tell you my name.  If you figure out who I am, that’s fine. I don’t need to be protected. The facade is mostly for my benefit. It makes me feel like I’m less of a burden. If you don’t know who I am, you don’t have to feel bad for me. And the last thing I want is pity.

There isn’t a way to avoid the truth. I tried avoiding it for a while and the truth chased me down anyways, marked a bullet with my name, and wounded me as it intended.  It’s not an easy truth to cope with, but I’ve found it to be more survivable if I share my story.

I was raped. I am not a victim, though. I am a survivor.

I was raped and I can’t change it and you can’t change it and he can’t change it. And there are myths to be expelled.

It didn’t happen in a dark alley or in a parking garage or in a locked room at a party. The man wasn’t a stranger, in fact, he was hardly a man.

What he was, at the time, was my boyfriend of three years, and who I thought to be the absolute love of my life. Clearly, I was wrong.

It was August and it was dark and we were making out and our clothes were off. And he asked to have sex. He didn’t have a condom and I said no. I’d said yes before, but I was saying no now, and I can promise you I said no. He’ll tell you I didn’t  But I did. And I know he knows I did because we’ve talked about it recently and he tried to apologize like “I’m sorry” could erase the memory of him pinning me down and me fighting him off while his mother was in the next room.

I was ashamed. For a very long time, I thought it was my fault. I didn’t break up with him, because I didn’t know what had happened, but our relationship started deteriorating anyway. And I believed it to be because I said no. I was losing my boyfriend and best friend. He had turned into a person who scared me and who I shied away from.

I became sorry. I was so sorry for saying no and for ruining three years. I was sorry enough to scar my wrists and lose my focus. I was so sorry.

I’m not sorry anymore, though. I wasn’t wrong. He was wrong. It wasn’t my fault. It was his.

I can’t erase him, though, and I can’t forget him. He changed my life. I wish he wasn’t the first boy I loved, but he was. I wish there hadn’t been a time when he had made me happy, but there was. He’s the reason I get panic attacks at 2:30 in the morning that wake me. He’s the reason I gag my way through Psychology 101 on Tuesday and Thursday mornings because the boy who sits in front of me wears the same cologne as him.

I’ve learned a lot about sex and relationships because of what he did to me. I’ve found a healthy relationship, and in time, I’d love to explain it. He still affects me. He still causes me to feel guilty after sex sometimes or to doubt my current boyfriend. He still causes me to look twice at a razor blade and to swallow my fear when I think I’m being followed home.

It was rape. We were dating, but it was rape. And it changed my life.

I encourage any girl or boy in my situation to get out. Don’t let another person dominate you. Don’t let them make you feel sorry because you say no sometimes. A healthy partner will respect that. I wasted so much time being sorry and I was miserable.

I can’t tell you my name, but I can tell you that I’m no longer sorry.

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Happy Hump Day! I hope you’re all enjoying your final week of classes before the summer break.

This week I want to talk about lips. Not those lips, you perverts, the ones on your face. I want to talk about lips because they are what make my favorite encounter possible, kissing.  I have kissed roughly 20 odd individuals in my lifetime so far, so I can honestly say that different lips make a different kiss.  Yes, yes it is true that if you’re a bad kisser it doesn’t matter if you have lips made by Zeus, you still suck, BUT it doesn’t hurt to have lips straight from Olympus.

I have kissed girls and guys with thin lips, no lips, big lips, and way too much lip.  I used to kiss a boy who gave way too much lip, both when kissing and when he back sassed me.  He had big lips already, but when he kissed me it was almost like his lips grew up and out.  Because he gave too much lip, he also gave too much spit; which led to chapped lips on my part and the eventual demise of our relationship, plus he turned out to be secretly gay.  Who da thunk it, right?

I used to kiss one girl in secret from time to time, and I loved every second of it.  We would go out to public places that we figured no one we knew would see us, and kiss.  Or we would just stay in my house… and kiss.  Or we would sit in my car… and kiss.  That girl had great lips.  I’m not really sure if it was her lips that made me want to kiss her so bad, or if it was the kissing in secret part of it that I loved, but all I know is, I loved every second of those secret rendezvous with her.

I just have one more tale to share with you all before I bid you adieu.  This one involves a girl that is very special to me, who has the most voluptuous lips I ever did kiss.  I’m sure we all have had that one person whose lips make us excited just to think about, and if you haven’t, then your life is unfortunate… or you’re not kissing the right people…or both.  Well, this girl’s lips are something special.  At first her Angelina Jolie lips would make mine a little dry, but once I built up a resistance to the powers of Latina kissers, I began to really appreciate them.  It also helps that her lips are softer than baby skin and usually taste like some kind of Burt’s Bees, which made the dryness of my lips completely acceptable.

With that said: Remember my usual warnings. Good luck on finals. And enjoy your summer, but be careful because that hot body that you see on the beach, has probably seen a lot more than just too much sun…if you catch my drift…so get yourselves tested.

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Photo By Hannah Lutz/The Chameleon.

Happy Hump Day, cherubs. I hope all is well.

You can tell a lot about someone by the way that they smell. If they smell like air freshener, they’re trying to hide something. If they smell like perfume or cologne, then they’re trying to impress. If they smell like soap, then they are clean. And those people, boys and girls, are the ones you should be after. The clean ones.

I once dated a girl whose best friend dreaded the thought of bathing. Unfortunately, there are only so many ways to bribe a 20 year old to shower before she starts catching on that the items being promised to her will never actually come. I remember one day, while sitting on my ex’s bed, the best friend came stomping into the room exclaiming loudly that her girlfriend would be picking her up shortly so they can go on their anniversary date. When asked if she was showered and ready, she smirked, grabbed the nearest spray with a scent, and proceeded to spray the various crevices of her body that I assume hadn’t been washed in longer than awhile. Thankfully, my ex and I decided to go our separate ways before the best friend’s habits rubbed off on her.

My girl is a clean one. (Praise Jesus.) So clean that the showers she takes would amount to the time it takes to write, edit, print, and publish a new edition to the Britannica Encyclopedias. (If you don’t know what they are, then you’re too young to be reading this blog.) Even though she takes showers long enough for me to forget who she is, when she comes out, all I can think is, “mmm baby, you smell good.”

Now that I have made you all thoroughly self-conscious about your own hygiene, I will leave you with my normal spiel. Peace, love, and cherry-bombs. No glove, no love. And get y’all selves tested. Happy humping!

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Hello all! Since we all know by now that I LOVE talking about myself, this week’s episode is naturally one of my many experiences in the dating world with a certain ex.

Since the eighth grade, when my parents unfortunately found out about my orientation from a crazy possessive mother, I have not been able to sleep outside of my house. (This of course ended abruptly when I got past winter break of my senior year, and my mom decided that having me sleep over my girlfriend’s house was less cumbersome than having me around). And my most unfortunate/recent ex girlfriend could not stand the fact that I could not sleep anywhere that she slept from Friday to Sunday every weekend of my junior year. So every Friday night at around 5pm she would text me demanding that I sleep at some upstanding citizen’s house with her, and of course my mother was NOT having it. (It doesn’t help that my family strongly disliked this young woman). Naturally when I said that I could not attend the super cool party that she was going to, she would announce that we needed to go on a break.  This was obviously the best way to approach the problem of no sleepovers. She did this every weekend for the first two months of our relationship.

Now I know what you’re all thinking right now, “why the hell would you stay with such an awful person?!” I’ll tell you why.  I stayed because every Saturday when she would go out and do her thing, she’d get extremely drunk. And when she would get extremely drunk she would call me at a ridiculous hour with a sob story about how much she wished I were there. Those were my favorite moments. Not because I really loved her, and hearing those words made me feel all warm and fuzzy, but because I would get such a kick out of those moments of weakness in her. I stayed with her for three years, and eventually she stopped leaving on weekends. Instead she would leave on weekdays, holidays, or birthdays. When I think about this particular ex, I really cannot explain why I stuck with her for so long, but without her I would not be where I am or with the girl that I love.

If any of you have a story of a douchey ex, feel free to e-mail NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.

Until next week: peace, love, and cherry-bombs. Reminder: No glove, No love. And please for the love of God, get yourselves tested.

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Good morning, afternoon, evening to all. I assume your week is going well because if it was a total disaster I’m sure you would have better things to be doing than reading my blog. Unless of course my weekly blog is what keeps you going, in which case, you’re welcome.

This week I want us all to flashback to my sophomore year in high school. I had just gotten out of a yearlong relationship with my first time girl (read first blog if you’re lost), and I was completely heartbroken. So naturally I was playing the field in hopes that my perfect someone would come running down the halls into my arms. In this story, two someones came running down the hall into my arms. For the purpose of the story I will name these two young women Sophia and Betty. Sophia and Betty were/are best friends, and they were my rebound girls. Sophia was a sweetheart, and we had some chemistry. But Betty was something completely different; Betty was a heartbreaker. I began to hook up with both girls, and for a while it was fine, until right before the Christmas holiday, Sophia decided to confront me about my “affair” with Betty. Betty took Sophia’s side with the words “she is my best friend, I would NEVER do anything to hurt her,” and I believed that the girls were out of my life. Until the next day when my phone went off in second period with a text from Betty demanding that I meet her in the bathroom closest to my classroom immediately. I got the okay from my history teacher and walked over to the bathroom to find Betty already there waiting for me wearing an outfit that made her look like a slutty candy cane. Before I could say anything I was pushed into the bathroom stall, where we remained for the next 20 minutes. When we were finished I remember asking Betty why she was doing what she was doing even though Sophia was her best friend. Betty responded with “What Sophia doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Merry Christmas.” Betty and I had a few more flings throughout my sophomore year, but after that she decided that she was straight, and I decided that my crazy ex was my best option for the remainder of my high school career. But that is a story for another time.

I was told to look back on this tale for a closing statement by one of my fellow bloggers, and when I did I realized that this time in my life really didn’t change anything for me. I’m not saying that when you’re heartbroken you should find the first pair of best friends you can and coerce them into a love triangle, but if it happens, it happens. If it doesn’t, don’t be discouraged, all that means is that the two best friends you’re after are obviously better friends than Betty and Sophia, or you’re just not as desirable as I am.

If you have a story you want to share that involves crazy best friends who don’t care about each other’s feelings, feel free to e-mail me at NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.

With that said: Peace, love, and cherry-bombs. No glove, no love. And please go get yourselves tested.

Catch new posts from “Not-So-Whisper Wednesdays” every Wednesday.

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Good morrow to you all.

This week I want to write briefly about a phenomenon that is sweeping the nation. It’s two words that are only uttered in the comfort of your best friend’s apartment. Bad Sex. Bad sex is something that at one point or another we may be subjected to. Every time can’t be a winner, right? Unless we all wait until marriage, but even then there will be times when you’re not completely feeling it with your spouse.

I can’t really remember very many bad moments in my love makin’ career. But, there is one that I am just dying to share with the world. It was with an ex that I was with for way too long, and it was early in the morning. She always ranted and raved about wanting to have “morning sex”, so finally I allowed this event to take place, and it was quite the event. So, while everything was occurring I happened to fall asleep. And I don’t mean I was “resting my eyes” I mean I passed the hell out, and of course she was completely appalled by this. But, honestly, it was eight in the morning and it was a Saturday. The girl really couldn’t wait two more hours?

With that said, I want all of my little cherubs to remember, if you do experience a bad sexy time moment, don’t get discouraged, it’s not the end of the world, and I certainly hope not the end of your in bed days. I mean, who would want their last experience to be a bad one?

Until next week: Peace, Love, and Cherry-bombs. Remember: No glove, no love. And please get y’all selves tested.

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Welcome back all.  I’m going to skip my normal sappy introduction about how great you all are and dive right in.

This week I want to talk about something that we all have, but are sometimes too bashful to discuss.  One word, three syllables… fetishes.  “Oh no she didn’t!  Did she just say the F word?”  Yes, I did.  And what a glorious F word it is.  A fetish is that dirty little secret that we sometimes sweep under the rug, or hide in our closet out of fear of other people’s reaction.  My question is, why?  I have fetishes, and I have fantasies.  And I have fantasies that involve those fetishes. In order for us to get the most out of our sex lives, why not unleash those fetishes for the world to know? How else are we going to find that someone who loves having their toes sucked as much as you like sucking them?  Or maybe you LOVE being in public knowing that there is a chance that someone MIGHT see what you’re doing. So what?  If that’s what you’re into, then be into it.  Trust me, there is someone out there that will be all about your kinky library fetish. I am one of those “in public” people, my girlfriend though, not so much.  I want to have sex in Dumbach.  In one of those classrooms with the single digit numbers that only a few of us have had a class in.  Maybe across the teacher’s desk, or in the back of the classroom.  I also have a fantasy that involves a large corner office and a surprise visit from my spouse, but isn’t that very been there, done that?

If you have a fetish that you want to reveal, send it to me at NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com, or just leave it in the comment box below.

With that said, Peace, love, cherry bombs. Remember: No glove, no love. And, get yourselves tested you crazy kids.

Catch the “Not-So-Whisper Wednesday” sex blog posts every Wednesday.

Good morning, afternoon, and evening lovelies.  I hope your Thanksgiving was as wonderful as I assume all of you are, or as wonderful as I am.  Which is pretty fricken wonderful, by the way.

In honor of the special occasion that just passed, I’ll be writing about something very near and dear to us all.  Birthday sex.  If you’re anything like me, the entire week leading up to, week of, and week after is your birthday, so birthday sex is something that you look forward to for awhile.

My girl’s birthday just passed (I know you all just wished her a Happy Birthday out loud), so naturally I must write about birthday sex.  A wise man once said, “Birthday sex, birthday sex, it’s the best day of the year (girl).”  And he’s damn right.   Birthday sex is sex that is ALL ABOUT YOU.

Why? Because it’s your birthday, unless you and your significant other share a birthday, in which case your life sucks.  Just kidding… not really.  Of course, birthday gifts are wonderful, but what we all really think about is what’s going to come (pun intended) when all your friends have left, and the lights are finally turned off.

Or left on, or maybe your friends haven’t even left yet, doesn’t matter.  And why is that everyone?  Because it’s your birthday.  I’m glad we’re all catching on to the main thesis of “birthday sex.”  My girl is a bedroom, lights off, kinda gal.

And I ain’t even mad.  Leaving details on a need to know basis, at least for now, I’ll let y’all know that her birthday sex was perfect.

With that said my little cherubs, peace, love, and cherry bombs.  Remember no glove, no love.  Get yourselves tested, you crazy kids.  And have fun, it is sex after all.

If you have any birthday sex stories, or any stories, I’m all about hearing them.  Send anything you want to NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.

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I’m openly in love with girls, and I am a girl. Which makes me gay. I, however, don’t mind boys.

Which would make me bisexual? I don’t really know the answer to that, and nor am I about to give any of you guys a straightforward answer.

Since this is the first official posting for “Not So Whisper Wednesdays” it’s only appropriate for me to discuss the “first time.”

My first time was with a girl. It was in the last row of the movie theater near my house, and it was to the lovely acting styles of Robin Williams.

Not the most romantic setting for what is supposed to be the most romantic event of your life right? I didn’t care. And neither did she, obviously.

In all honesty, your first time with someone isn’t always going to be the time that you want to remember for the rest of your life.

But, you will remember it. If anything it is something to learn from.

And I don’t just mean learn in a metaphorical after school special kind of way, I mean literally learn. There is no reason for y’all to not get better in the art.

There are millions of reasons for having sex with someone.

Maybe you’re taking the Britney Spears/Justin Long approach from the wonderful movie “Crossroads” and you just don’t want to be the only virgin in college.

Or you’re something out of ABC Family’s “The Secret Life of an American Teenager” and that one time at band camp was just too perfect of an opportunity to pass up.

Regardless of what your reasoning is, you did it.

Everyone does. It’s sex. I do it, my girlfriend does it (with me preferably), you do it, and most importantly, our parents all did it (what a great image for us all).

And it’s not something to be ashamed of.

So what if your first time was in the back of a movie theater, in a dark bedroom, or on the playground of your local elementary school.

It was your first, and hopefully not your last time.

It’s a time to remember, and for some, forget.

If you, my little cherubs, would like to send me your first time experience, or anything for that matter, send it to NotSoWhisperWednesdays3@gmail.com.

Remember: no glove, no love. And get yourselves tested, you crazy kids.

“Not-So-Whisper Wednesdays” is a sex blog published anonymously by one of the Chameleon staff writers every Wednesday. Opinions and views expressed in this blog do not necessarily reflect the views of the LUChameleon editorial staff or its contributors, Loyola’s School of Communication, or Loyola University Chicago.