It’s a highly debated question. Is it three months? Three weeks? If the goal is to be both honest and sane, when should you drop the L word? Read my latest Breathless column for Vogue here :) – Karley Sciortino
We all have “relationship baggage”—i.e. unresolved emotional garbage from relationships past. But how are we supposed to purge the ghosts of our exes and move the fuck on with our lives?
There’s lots of cliches about living with a partner–namely, that you’ll become sweatpants twins and never fuck again. As someone in my first live-in relationship, I’m wondering—are the profits worth the risk? Read my most recent Vogue column about Living Together HERE :) – Karley Sciortino
Speaking as someone who’s never not fucked an ex, the fact that anyone has the willpower to avoid it truly baffles me. But does it ever work out for the best? Read my latest Breathless column for Vogue HERE :)
Losing your V-card is never entirely uncomplicated, and it rarely turns out as planned. Read my latest Breathless column for Vogue here :)
What do we gain and lose by dating someone of a different generation—older or younger? My latest Breathless column for Vogue magazine is about age gap relationships. Read it HERE :) – Karley Sciortino
My latest Breathless column for Vogue is about exploring the pervy gray area between mundane life and sex. – Karley Sciortino
My latest Breathless column for Vogue is about how being in love reveals you to be basic and cheesy.
Like most of us, I’ve had my share of jealous meltdowns. But after years of trying to abolish my possessive impulses with zero luck, I have to ask: What’s the right way to handle with it? And can jealousy ever be good for a relationship? Read my latest Breathless column for Vogue here :) – Karley Sciortino
Guys! My first book, SLUTEVER: Dispatches from a Sexually Autonomous Woman in a Post-Shame World, is out TOMORROW! You can read the first published excerpt, “Victim Who?” on Vogue now (click here). Also, you can buy the book HERE. I also read my own audio book, if you want to listen to me personally rant about all my slutty adventures.