About

Most of us have heard of It: That little ravel of latex or polyurethane sheath accompanying our sexual worlds, be it through porn, art, public restrooms, corner stores, orgasms (or lack thereof), the health clinic, or the infamous sex ed. class- whatever encounter you can think of.
Here starts The Condom Monologues: A censor-free, non-judgmental collective focused on the condom, and the social or personal topics it surrounds. The title was inspired by Eve Ensler’s play, Vagina Monologues, hoping to arouse a continuous discussion of female sexuality and empowerment. Only here we insert The Condom with a more inclusive gender format.
Such is the reoccurring theme: The condom as a cultural object morphs across social and political spheres with its own histories and statuses. Condom Monologues is a place to converge and discuss the experiences we have with this object. Not only to share something funny, sexy, or serious, but also to set up a more collective way to distinguish a brand in the condom market among varying opinions and experiences. Post a story. Let the unraveling begin!

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