In a tradition claiming to advertise gender equality, I feel hooking up has taken a dramatic step in the erroneous direction. Whether or not we prefer it or not, sex is intrinsically biased in opposition to the woman: organic actuality dictates that she carries the brunt of sexual dangers whereas he wields nearly all of the sexual power. Forge their coital relations mutually selfish — that is, primarily about fleeting pleasures and never about caring for the person — and she at all times loses. She performs a manipulated game.

What do I mean? Unlike men, girls incur two enormous…


You can’t stop dreaming about me.

“Look at just how good and famous she is! “Look how dumb and ditsy she is! “What did she do to be so well-known? “

Well, whether I’m clever, or silly, poor or rich they don’t care. When I’m walking around, the only things they see are these voluptuous curves.

Men like women with large curves because these provide an adaptive advantage, increasing the likelihood of the propagation of genes.

Wide hips are adaptive because they make child birthing easier (more successful); large breasts may provide more nutrition during nursing.

The men who go…


This is something every man/woman wants to know isn’t it, in this online dating world we have so many options which have made it very difficult to be with one.

I don’t know about you; it’s always been difficult for me…!!

Before the colonial era began it was all about survival and reproduction as the Human brain evolved, we have come up with the concept of Marriage…

That’s when things got complicated and everyone is behind finding that one person…

Fuck…

I so want to be born before the colonial era, it would have been so easy and I could…


Imagine it’s a Monday morning. You’re out for a jog with your friends. The sky is clear and blue. The sun is shining, and it’s hot and dusty, but you and your buddies are cracking jokes. For once, you feel kind of relaxed.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a rash car diver hits your friend. You catch glimpses of the car driver from the corner. Your friend is hurt and screaming in pain.

You’re alive, unhurt. Your buddy has died.

As time progresses, you find that you can’t escape the experience. You’re haunted by your friend who died and the driver’s…


The first time I smoked weed was during my recovery from a bike accident. My friends said it would ease my pain. I was curious to see how it would help. I had a few hits but didn’t really get stoned. Later, I smoked some more. I got so high I didn’t even know what was going on, and it definitely helped me with the pain. The next chance I got to get high, I jumped on it. The more I did it, the more I liked it. I loved the way pot played with my head.

I wondered why…

Nayana Sharma

I am a relationship and mental health blogger. Helping people to deal with various situations in their day-to-day life. IG &Twitter @lovenbipolar

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