The D-Spot

Author: Dina Magaril

Last semester, I started writing The D-Spot because I used to be a sexaholic. I was addicted to sex. I wanted to write about it and read about and watch shows about it. I wanted it in the early morning; I wanted it in the afternoon and right before I went to sleep at night. I wanted to dream about it and wake up to it lying in bed next to me. I wanted it in the presence of a cozy heater during those cold winter nights and later, when the snow melted and the sun came out, I wanted it in the great outdoors. And when I say sex I don't merely mean the actual act of copulation, but also everything surrounding it. The moment when it was clear that it was going to happen, the anticipation, the build up, the trials and tribulations, the sweat and sometimes tears and finally, of course, the climax. I loved talking about it, analyzing it and wondering when I would see it next. I loved hearing about my friends' experiences with it, the good, the bad and the really bad. I waited for it by the phone and snuck it in during finals, senior week and graduation. It was my honeymoon period with sex - the love I felt towards this wonderful act, how perfect it seemed and how necessary and how everything else came second.

But as my last semester approaches and the real world comes pummeling towards me, I've come to realize that there are perhaps more pressing matters I needed to be thinking about than having good sex.

In my column, I explored such topics as meaningful sex (still recommend it), sexcycling (still don't recommend it) and spanking (to each his own). Yet as my time at Middlebury dwindles down to a lousy few months, I've started thinking about what is really important to me and, more significantly, what will remain important to me ten, twenty, fifty years from now. This includes: spending time with family and loved ones, finding a good job that I care about, building friendships that will last well into old age and eating really good food.

In my quest to fulfill these aforementioned goals, I have realized, with some initial grief, that sex might have to take a back seat for a while. I'm growing up and leaving this place and these are my last few months to build a foundation that will provide padding for what will inescapably be a bumpy ride into the future.

What I'm basically prefacing here is that The D-Spot has broadened its horizons, and will aim to explore a world outside the pleasures of physical intimacy. I hope I won't disappoint those of you who were hoping for mind-blowing tips for the bedroom and otherwise raunchy details of the sex lives of those around me. And I'm not saying that I won't break away every once in a while from what I know will be a hectic schedule of class, thesis writing and job applications to offer up some humble observations about what Middlebury students practice behind closed doors. But I'd like to use this column to talk about other topics that are on my mind as my four years of rigorous academics come to a close. So while I take these last few days of freedom to come to terms with my withdrawal, I hope those of you still living on campus and interacting with other students your age on a daily basis will continue to take advantage of the many opportunities for gratification on this campus - academic, extracurricular and nighttime. Especially nighttime - for the both of us.