By: Kaycee Portillo-Sorto ’25 I’m not entirely sure how it started but like everything in my life, it’s become a cycle. Like an itch on my leg, it begged me to scratch. No matter how much I scratched, however, I never felt satisfied. So I’ve pondered, reflected on, and discussed with friends within the walls…
A discussion between two college sophomores trying to make sense of the debauchery of monogamy whilst navigating the tumultuous hookup scene at Yale University. KAYCEE Let’s jump right in. (clears throat) First and foremost, if we’re going to talk about monogamy, we have to define it. LULA How PoL of you. KAYCEE Yes, yes. (chuckles)…
is a cataclysmic experience in a young girl’s heart. she is lost in the nostalgia of simpler times wide-eyed to the small pleasures she never thought she’d miss. so easy to fall back into place. but she has since realized she no longer fits in a space so small. so she stands at the window…