Welcome to Sex Happens

A dispatch from Julie Schott's desk.

If you follow me on instagram (sorry), you know I love nothing more than sharing a screenshot (with permission). People messaging me saying they just took a Julie, how thankful they are for the morning after pill, or asking me to send them one. (Which, happy to.)

But what I really love about these messages is the subtext: I just had sex.

Though I never ask for details… deep down, I want all of them. Who was it? Was it good? Are you actually into him or is he just tall? What’s the full story? And in a time when we’re allegedly in a sex recession—tired of apps, and unsure if we even like other people anymore—maybe the stories are what we all actually need.

Welcome to Sex Happens.

We’re not here to be your agony aunt or to tell you that “if he wanted to he would.” We’re just publishing essays, reported pieces, and fiction that reflect what sex and relationships feel like right now. We’re asking the tough questions: “are my chronic UTIs a sign that my body is rejecting this person? Is it normal to want to walk into the ocean with ankle weights on after hearing someone else’s wedding vows? And if you weren’t being irresponsibly horny…were you even really horny?”

The things you put in the group chat. In invisible ink. In two-minute-long voice notes. Low-grade humiliations that hit you sideways and you can’t quite name until someone else puts them in words.

As long as sex happens, we’ll be asking for the details.

With love,

Julie Schott & your friends at Julie