It has been a bajillion years (by which I mean approximately half a semester) since I’ve last updated this blog. In between, as some of you may know, I completed a senior thesis in sociology on the evolution of the virginity ideal and and planned a conference based on said thesis. My thesis was turned in last month; the conference was Monday. Given that I kind of thought of the Rethinking Virginity Conference as a final hurrah, I’ve been really happy about how well it’s been received:
Harvard Virginity Conference Pops Its Cherry, The Boston Phoenix
Slut Panel Postmortem: Shame, Shame, Go Away, Feministing
Educators Challenge Virginity Connotations, The Harvard Crimson
Sexist Beatdown: Rethinking Virginity Edition, The Washington City Paper
Virginity Around The World, The American Prospect’s TAPPED blog
Now, all that stands in the way of me and my diploma are two 20-page papers and a final exam in German.
For the meantime, you can find me blogging daily at The Chicktionary, but I promise in the near future that something will happen with Sex and the Ivy. I may no longer blog about my sexual proclivities (at least not the way I used to) and I may no longer be having sex in the Ivy, since I moved off-campus, but I do hope to return to the writing I used to do: all that memoir-y, sometimes indulgent stream-of-consciousness that people thought was so profoundly transgressive and relatable back in 2008. (I know, it’s been ages, and sex blogs are so 2000s now, don’t you think?)
I don’t know how relatable I am anymore, but I do know that I’m glad — in so many ways — about moving forward from that über sensationalized sexual persona to become a somewhat legitimate voice on gender and sexuality. In a sense, this blog was both a blessing and a curse: instant attention, hard-won respect. I still feel like I’m proving myself nowadays, but I also feel a kind of ease that I never did at 19.
Stick around. There are only better things to come.