Aaron and SAO: Boozy Bitches Part I

On Friday evening I was talking to my recent confidant, Aaron Butterfield. For the sake of this conversation in order to distinguish what I say and what Aaron says I’ll put my text in italics and Aaron’s text in bold. We start this story midway through a conversation we were having…   Seriouslu Y My fucking phone saved a bunch of misspelled words to autocorrect because I didn’t accept the autocorrect once. Why is Apple trying to ruin my life   THIS. And when I type in caps all I get is my own terrible typos and it gives me rage   Haha anytime I start writing toma- it goes to TOMALONGADINGDONG because I quote that vine so much. This is the only useful autocorrect error   Hahahahaha Omg every time that vine comes up on my dash I live   It deserves an Oscar NELLAY I just love it so much. And I’m really happy that my comment is now in the widely circulated version Like I’ve made it I’m associated with that post via a dumb comment   Hahaha, I think you have far more appropriate claims to fame than that comment   It’s the personal victories, Aaron. I can [...] There's more...

Buzzfeed “Guidelines” And How They Don’t Pertain To My Account Suspension

After I published my first article regarding recent events called, ‘Is Louis Tomlinson The Victim Of A Character Assassination Campaign?’ I emailed it to the editor of Buzzfeed whom I have been liaising with and sending my work to since 2013. I told him how much traffic it had already generated and this was his response: Then on Monday, after my account inexplicably being removed despite bringing in over 100,000 views, I emailed the same editor whose reply was simply, ‘Sorry to hear that. If you drop community an email, someone there will be able to explain.’ So I did. I asked why, given that my articles were being promoted a week ago and generating not only social, but seeded views, would they suddenly delete an account that was bringing them free traffic? That is, after all, the aim of running a website is it not? To have people actually go there. I don’t even work for Buzzfeed, so I’m essentially free labour and traffic. Then I received a reply from Buzzfeed Community. Interested in finding out more about these policies I clicked on the link, but to add insult to injury it didn’t even work. And then I just felt bad [...] There's more...

The Stages Of Having A Crush

It starts with that flippity floppity feeling, but here is an extensive explanation of what happens in my brain and in my life when I start to like someone. Originally posted on Nov. 28, 2013, at 4:20 p.m. I fall for people quite quickly. Sometimes immediately. wordpress.com Sometimes it’s a slow burner. I meet them and I’m not really sure what I think. reactiongifs.com And if they turn out to be boring, it is a definite no-go. tumblr.com But inevitably that moment will hit me like a brick wall and I realise I’m falling for them. Then the seduction commences. tumblr.com Obviously I go straight to the internet to Facebook stalk them. wordpress.com There’s really only one piece of information I look for. ed_wp-content_v2.s3.amazonaws.com If he’s single, it feels like a major victory. tumblr.com If he’s in a relationship, it’s disaster city. Population: me. blogger.com But I try to play it cool. I didn’t want to date them anyway. images.wikia.com Then secretly I wait for this day. mobile.wikilove.com Ultimately I decide to text them and then subsequently proceed to obsess about the content and appropriateness of said text. the-gaggle.com Then I stress while waiting for a response. collegetimes.ie When they [...] There's more...

What It’s Like To Be A Girl With A Best Friend Who Is A Boy

Of the many things I lost in the BF wipe on Monday was this ode to my best friend, who I refer to as Lad Boy or LB as you’ve probably seen on this website. I sent it to him after writing it and his first response was, ‘Where did you get all those pictures?’ Cheers, mate. Love you too! Anyway, of all the people who rushed to console me and find out what happened, he was certainly one of them and listened patiently while I ranted on the phone for an hour, despite not caring even a little bit about One Direction. He is actually the only friend I have who ever agreed to watch One Direction live with me as they were playing at a festival we went to. Although his official critique was, ‘This is a load of poo,’ he still stood there with me and watched the entire thing. He said that he liked ‘the one wearing that thing’ which was Liam, and did not judge me for knowing all the words. Anyway, he’s a great friend and although he’s forgotten how to edit this website and left me to do a crash course in web design (he [...] There's more...

Why Is Dan Wootton Disliked By Everybody?

Dan Wootton is a self-proclaimed journalist who writes for the Showbiz section of The Sun. To give those of you outside of the UK context for the kind of publication The Sun is, it’s on par with the National Enquirer in the US, or really any type of loo roll available around the world. As if I needed any more reason to dislike The Sun, they ran an article about my blog in 2010… It’s just… You can read the rest here if you so wish, but their repeated use of the random quote “voracious appetite for sex” (one that I’m quite sure they took from the Daily Mail as they are most certainly not words of my own) and the general tone of the entire thing is just awful. They didn’t even try to contact me to ask about said appetite for sex, and if they had I would have assured them that that it was far less of a ‘hungry hungry hippo’ kind of appetite and more of a ‘cheeky Nandos’ kind of thing. Needless to say, I have never (in all temporal past, present, future terms of the word) given The Sun an ounce of credibility, and that certainly extends to this “Showbiz” reporting they [...] There's more...

You Are Smart, You Are Important

I haven’t always been studious, but I have always loved to write. When I was fifteen I wrote a story for my English class for which I was getting fairly average grades at the time and when I got it back it not only had full marks, but a note that read: To my next Emily Dickinson (or is it Danielle Steele?), This was marvellous. You have a true talent and I hope that you never give it up. Well done.  I think this may have been the moment that a fire was lit under my arse and that I was able to salvage my flailing academic career and end up at one of the best universities in the world reading English Literature years later. For those of you new to this website or my social media accounts, Sex At Oxbridge (not sex on a bridge) is the name of the blog I started in my second year of university. Oxbridge is the combination of  Oxford and Cambridge…I’ve never made which one I went to public information because given the heavy press attention this blog once had, I wasn’t keen for my identity to be revealed while I was still studying. I began writing the [...] There's more...

What Happens When You Blog About Sex At Oxbridge

In 2010 I started a blog called Sex at Oxbridge… only it’s not really explicitly about sex. Awkward at Oxbridge is probably more apt. Originally posted on Nov. 6, 2013, at 11:03 p.m. I’ve always loved writing, so when I first heard of the concept of blogging I found it vaguely intriguing.   tumblr.com When I started reading blogs about sex written by women I was pretty disappointed at how un-relatable they were. tumblr.com I, like most warm-blooded creatures, enjoy sex. So I thought my dating life would be an interesting topic to write about.   tumblr.com That and the fact that I was at a top university. Namely, Oxford or Cambridge. I’ve never revealed which. Mostly because I figured, why isolate my audience by appealing to just one of the Oxbridge universities? postgrad.com Because I put “sex” in the name, people assumed the blog would be all about this … tumblr.com But really my stories are more like this.   wordpress.com And when sex is involved, it’s a bit like this.   tumblr.com It took less than half of a day for the media to catch onto what I was doing. And when they did, the combination of “sex” and [...] There's more...

Sex at Oxbridge, Buzzfeed and Louis Tomlinson

I wanted to take a moment to explain to the amazing people who read what I post on this website and have continued to do so despite me veering a bit off course with what started as a blog about my sex life and has now somehow ended up turning into a blog (albeit temporarily) about One Direction. Anyone who follows me on Twitter or Tumblr knows that I like One Direction. However, I have tried to compartmentalise that side of my interests to Twitter, Tumblr and, until today, Buzzfeed. I started writing articles on the Buzzfeed Community page because, quite simply, they have very convenient software for including multiple forms of media. Also, at one point I was considering applying to write for Buzzfeed and in order to do so you need to build a profile on their website. However, a two-year portfolio of work, with which I had intended to apply to their editorial fellowship progamme with, was erased without reason or explanation today. It was like Jamie in Love Actually watching his manuscript fly into the wind and lake because fucking Aurelia didn’t have her shit together. Thanks to the internet never truly allowing you to delete [...] There's more...

I lost my virginity on Martin Luther King Jr. Day

I’ve written about losing my virginity before…in fact it was one of only two posts available on my blog when the whole thing went viral and that post was the reason I was dubbed a ‘closet nympho’ since that term was taken way out of context from the story. It is my fault for referring to myself as such, but I’m not going to cry over semantics. I was the last of my friends to lose my virginity. It wasn’t because of a lack of opportunity, or because I was waiting for THE ONE, but I wasn’t going to lose it to just anyone for the sake of it. In the years leading up to losing my virginity I hooked up with a lot of people, because making out is probably one of the best ways to pass the time when trying to forget about exams and coursework. I wasn’t one of those virgins who had literally had a p-bomb in every other orifice either, I had given a couple handjobs and maybe 3/4 of a blow-j by the time I started dating the person I would ultimately lose my virginity to. A memory that sticks out vividly in my mind is one [...] There's more...

Boozy Bath™

If you follow me on twitter (@sexatoxbridge) you’ll know that I took a bath today, which isn’t particularly noteworthy in itself, but whereas taking a bath as a child was mandatory, taking an actual bath as an adult is seen as this kind of luxury one occasionally allows oneself. So today, I decided, ‘WHY NOT? You need to bathe yourself one way or another, so DREAM BIG! Take a bubble bath.’ If 2010 me could see what 2016 me is blogging about now…”smh” as the kids say. This gets better, I promise. It includes nothing but nudity and ultimately flashbacks to tub sex, so just bear (bare? I never know) with me here. People think baths are all relaxing and sexy with champagne and bubbles like this: So I tried to recreate this scene as best I could with as much Radox ‘stress relief’ bubble bath as necessary to create a bubble fortress and a bottle of Waitrose cava, since I’m a baller on a budget. I had just downloaded a new book to iBooks on my phone, so I brought that as well which meant that I ultimately spent half my time hanging off the side of the bath [...] There's more...