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 Exploring asexuality, an under-the-radar but increasingly outspoken sexual orientation.
By Helen Havlak
Spring 2011
Sex sells—if, that is, the endless stream of sexy commercials advertising anything from shampoo to candy, Bumpits, and Doritos is anything to go by. We are surrounded by sex and obsessed with it, both personally and politically. We care who is having sex with whom, what they are calling their relationship, and which guido Snooki “smushed” last week. Among the sex-laden billboards, radio shows, and TV sitcoms, it can be easy to overlook the growing numbers of people who officially identify as asexual, or just not interested. |
The role of fetish in contemporary music videos.By Ariel Lawrence
Spring 2011
In a post 90s Madonna world, the intersection of pop and fetish is old news. While lace and latex were once considered a shock by the original MTV generation—cue outrage over Cher’s crotch-hugging leotard in her 1989 “Turn Back Time” video—it leaves today’s watchers numb. In the wake of “X-Tina’s” Dirrty phase, Britney Spears’ choreographed threesomes and now Rihanna’s Barbie-style S&M playhouse, kink is now fully accessible to everyone. |
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Sex, lies, and MTV.By Renee Tornatore
Spring 2011
On February 1st of this year, Rihanna released the music video to her new single “S&M” off of her fifth studio album, Loud. Soon after its release, the video was banned from eleven diff erent countries and MTV released a statement in which it considered video edits for daytime play. The video also received a ban from YouTube. In a day and age where sex in the media is fairly commonplace, one wonders what it is about this particular music video that deserves infamy. While the song’s lyrical content is sexually provocative and mentions “whips and chains,” it hardly deserves all the explicit ratings it has been receiving, especially considering the sheer number of songs played on the radio that already allude to fornication. |
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The not-so-steamy life of a phone sex operator.By James Fairbrother
Spring 2011
Late-night cable TV is filled with overtly-augmented and overly-made-up girls that speak with a sweet, sexy voice and wear next to nothing. Their goal: to entice viewers to call some random hotline and blow their hard-earned cash on a few short minutes of self-pleasure, instead of spending it on something important (like Wednesday night fishbowls). But have you ever wondered who that soothing and oh-so-scintillating storyteller really is on the other end of the line? As you might expect, it’s not the bleach-blonde, thong-clad Amber that’s writhing across your television screen. In fact, it could be someone you already know, like Ithaca local Romana Hamilton. At a height of 4 feet 11 inches, with black, plastic-framed glasses and dark brown hair, Romana is polite and unassuming; no one would ever suspect that she actually spends phone calls helping some guy across the country get his jollies. By the way, this is the same Romana Hamilton that used to deliver your M&M and double-chocolate chunk cookie order from Insomnia Cookies in Collegetown. |
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A vampire-inspired sex fetish captivates larger audiences.By Julianne Ishler
Spring 2011
Does the idea of being bitten by your partner make you shiver with anticipation? Are you a fan of fast, ferocious role playing—accents optional? Have you ever asked your partner to put on pale makeup and make passionate love to you while biting your neck, earlobes, and wrists, sucking at the stray blood? If you fantasize about any of the following, you may suffer from what is commonly known today as a fang-banging fetish. |
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Photos by Meaghan McSorley & Helen Havlak (click to enlarge).
Spring 2011
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One girl’s desperate venture into the underground world of Craigslist nude modeling requests.By Ava Mailloux
Spring 2011
There are few kinds of desperation more intense than finding your sorry ass expelled from college and back at your parents’ house—broke, bored, jobless, embarrassed at your inability to sell weed out of your dorm room without getting caught. I was nineteen, and at the time the only thing that mattered to me was money for gas so I could go visit my boyfriend forty miles away. It was springtime in upstate New York, aptly named the “Starving Season,” and I’d been searching for a steady job for three months. I relied on desperate temp positions to keep my tank full and my sanity intact. It wasn’t until I got laid off from my factory job that I decided to start prowling the adult section of Craigslist, looking for nude photographers. |
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The Cornell legacy of Michael Ross.Photos and story by Michelle Spektor
Spring 2011
The weekend before fi nals started for the Spring 1981 semester at Cornell, the body of Dzung Ngoc Tu, a 25-year-old female graduate student in Agricultural Economics, was found 60 feet downstream of the Triphammer Bridge in the Fall Creek Gorge. Unfortunately, these kinds of events are all too familiar to the Cornell community. But in the two weeks prior to this gorge death, one rape and one attempted rape had been reported to the Cornell police. Reports of several other attempted rapes around Beebe Lake and other locations on and near campus had also been made throughout the course of the academic year. |
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The inside scoop on the late-night CTP Cornell.By Rebecca Ochs
Spring 2011
Anyone who’s walked through Collegetown late on a Thursday, Friday, or Saturday night has seen the hordes of people standing around drunkenly yelling at each other about the night’s events, the girl wearing four-inch heels and a mini-dress falling on her ass on the icy sidewalk, and the cop parked on the corner, eagerly awaiting an inebriated Cornellian to pass by, Keystone in hand. At the end of the night, these examples of high-end Cornell culture all congregate in one place, and one place alone: the corner of Collegetown Pizza. |
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