Love & SexHigh School Romance & Lessons Learned

3 comments | January 27th, 2012

chestist blue

(story submitted anonymously, by a Chestist)

If you manage to make it out of High School in one piece it can be easy to look back on those loves, lusts, and infatuations and laugh at the intensity and future-of-the-world import they all carried.  When we're going through them though, there's nothing funny about it them all.  Nope, nothing.  Here's her story:

I'd had feelings for him since we met. We’ll call him Lewis. My sophomore year he asked my friend Nicole to homecoming after playing us both at the same time for a while. It was a slap in the face, so I asked him to Turnabout. He said yes, but then started dating a girl we’ll call Shelly, so I told him he could go with her instead. He then asked another of my good friends (Elizabeth) to prom, a third slap in the face, to hide the fact that he had been cheating on Shelly with my friend Claire. They broke up and, as you can expect, started dating Claire for real. I pretended not to know about the cheating because Claire is one of ...

Happy HatingI’m a Horrible Person

7 comments | December 19th, 2011

Chestist typewriter 2

(story submitted anonymously, by a 27 yo Chestist)

Sometimes, despite ourselves, we do what we don't think we should.  For her, this is one of those times.

I'm a horrible person, I'm lying to my boyfriend, have been for the past year, I honestly don't want to keep lying to him but I feel I've dug myself too far in! Help! What should I do?  {end story}

What think ye?


Love & SexIt Would Break My Heart

3 comments | December 14th, 2011


(story submitted anonymously, by a 20 yo Chestist)

The song says that "sorry is the hardest word."  Sometimes, maybe.  Other times it might just be "goodbye."  Here's a story from one of you about not being able to say it:

After my three-year relationship with my first love ended last January, I started dating another boy. Whilst my first boyfriend treated me well most of the time, when I look back I don’t think that we had a huge amount in common. In general, he treated me very well, and I overall I consider him to be a very good guy. But I was not very confident and allowed myself to defer to what he wanted a lot of the time, not just in terms of sex, but in terms of where we would go out to eat, what we would spend the day doing, what I would wear. I could have been more assertive; he didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, but perhaps he could have learnt to take compromise a little better.

Since then, I dated an international student from my university ...

Love & SexI Like This Guy

8 comments | December 9th, 2011

cloudy talk burst

(story submitted anonymously, by a Chestist)

Um, so, we can not relate to this at all, because, like, we are always wildly composed.  Always.  Ok...not so much.  Here's her story (it's short):

I like this guy, but whenever I'm around him, I either can't talk or I act like an idiot.  What the heck is wrong with me?? I hate this. {end story}

We dare you, dear Chestists, who amongst you can say they've not experienced being tongue tied, being a little (or a lot) off your game whether it's a boy or a girl or someone you like.  Or theiur parents.  Or your boss's boss's boss?  Why does that happen?  Why when we want to shine do we sometimes self-sabotage?  Let's talk about that...and share some stories.  We're betting at least a couple of them are funny.  And sad.  Ok...go.


Love & SexChemistry

comment | November 10th, 2011


(This story originally appeared on Clarisse Thorn: Pro-Sex Outreach, Open-Minded Feminism.)

It's a long story and a short one, but I guess all of them are.

I'm 27. It's about that age: A lot of my compatriots are getting married lately -- most monogamously, some to a primary polyamorous partner. I myself have a stack of relationships in my past. Some were monogamous, some polyamorous. Some have been on-and-off, some short-term, some long-term (5 or 6 years was the longest). Lately I've been processing some tough questions about polyamory, but I'd like to stick with it.

And I've been thinking a lot about what I want in a primary polyamorous partner. The kind of guy I could marry. I wonder if I'll ever get to that point. I wonder if I'd know him if I saw him.  

* *

I met Mr. Ambition at one of the aforementioned weddings. Several people recommended that I talk to him, and we liked each other right away. Mutual friends used words like "zealot" to describe him; let's just say he's got an intense history of dedicated activism. Charisma, integrity, and ...

Love & SexBeing Single

5 comments | November 7th, 2011

roy chestist

(story submitted anonymously, by a Chestist)

My 10th (ya read that right, TENTH) year of being single is fast approaching and it has really started me thinking.

(back up) When I say single, I mean completely (no dates, no boyfriends, no one nighters, no sleep overs) single. Got me thinking, is being single the rest of my life, honestly what I want anymore? Believe me, being single and staying single was absolutely a choice I made, and with a clear mind and an unwounded heart. I have had good and bad, short and long relationships and only one abusive relationship... It only took one pushing, shoving, slapping, foul-mouthed fight in a relationship for me to know, with everything in me, that I would NEVER allow that to happen again.

See, once I actually make up mind, 100%, with what I want or don't want, then it is on like Donkey Kong! I can do it and stick to it without a snag. It is the actual making up my mind completely that snags me every time.

I can still remember my first real crush, well kinda remember. I do know ...

Love & SexSO not fair.

7 comments | May 28th, 2011


(submitted anonymously by an OOC Chestist)

Sometimes we just can't quit you relates one anonymous OOC Chestist:

"It angers me when you walk out of my life and once I've come to terms with that you feel it necessary to squirm your way back in. SO not fair."  [end of story.]

It so isn't fair. But is it their fault for squirming our our fault for letting them back in?  How have you found the strength to move on?