Most of us have heard of It: That little ravel sheath accompanying our sexual worlds, be it through porn, public restrooms, corner stores, park benches, orgasms (or lack thereof), the health clinic, or sex ed. class- whatever encounter you can think of.
Welcome to 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 about female sexuality and empowerment. Only here we insert The Condom with a more inclusive gender and sexuality 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 needs. Post a story, an opinion, a question. Let the unraveling begin!
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