tri-colour sex diary

Tri-Colour Sex Diary: The one where I threw up on his bed

On a Tuesday night in March of my first year at Queen’s, I was walking through a blizzard on my way to my first Tinder meetup.Continue...

Tri-Colour Sex Diary: Dating app hookups helped me become a strong, independent woman

Last September, I was in a full-speed spiral downward . I was switching ADHD meds and hadn’t had a break from work or the busyness of life all summer (and, as it turns out, I wouldn’t catch one either). Oh, and my summer fling was about to dump me through a cruel silence.Continue...

Tri-colour Sex Diary: Bumble, Mr. Brightside, and ball hockey

Most Queen’s students have dramatic dating app stories to swap, whether they used the platform to find love or simply ward off boredom.Continue...

Tri-colour Sex Diary: A series of unfortunate boys

With a new year and semester beginning, I was determined to make better choices in 2019—especially when it came to men. But a few weeks after being back at Queen’s, a wine mixer, house party, and a few misguided suitors have put my hopes to rest.Continue...

Tri-colour Sex Diary: My first same-sex hookup

When I tell my friends I recently became a sexually liberated woman, they often reply with a furrowed brow.Continue...

Tri-colour Sex Diary: Spicing up a long-term relationship gone wrong

Long term relationships can be hard. It's difficult to constantly keep things interesting while balancing school, a job and a million other responsibilities.Continue...

Tri-colour Sex Diary: A drunken princess takes on Queen’s

Once upon a time, a hopeful princess came to Kingston for Frosh Week, ready to down some vodka sodas and drunkenly find a storybook ending with her Prince Charming. Unfortunately, this story isn’t a fairy tale, and I didn’t find anyone close to royalty.Continue...