sex
Her bedroom consisted of my chair, a mattress with sheets, a towel, a bottle of lotion and a bottle of lube. At different times I found lingerie, a Valentine’s Day stuffed animal, and a poorly written high-school assignment marked 70 percent.
sexts
In the pantheon of things I should know how to do by now, taking a sexy pic ranks right up there with crafting a sext. Things I don't really know how to do.
kids
During the summer between 8th and 9th grade, I piled into the back of a truck with some other kids at 5:00 a.m., paper bag lunch in hand, and rode to a wet, humid cornfield to earn some money.
teenagers
A "Senior List" at a high school in Missouri details the sexual habits of teen girls. Guess what, teen girls? You do not have to be defined by the tiny fraction of your life that is high school.
beauty
innocence
A young girl gets roughed up by the cops because she looks "too old" for a student metro card. For real?
Helena in

Aug 8, 2012 at 9:00am | 91 comments

depression
children
I never imagined that I’d have two poorly-behaved stepchildren sucking the joy out of life and that the world would consider me a huge bitch for not loving them.
experimentation
cougars
I blame those brolitas from One Direction for this. God, they're attractive. What?
clothes
When I look at this photograph, I see an innocent young girl who looks stylish, comfortable and appropriate. Rules are rules, but I do wonder a little about the mindset of someone who sees anything else.
Emily in

May 18, 2012 at 11:43am | 199 comments

nostalgia
xoJane editors share their prom photos and stories.
Emily in

May 4, 2012 at 11:00am | 133 comments

handjobs
crowdsourcing
You know how your skull doesn't completely ossify until you're 25? Maybe being a teenager is like being temporarily insane, kidnapped by the SLA of your pituitary gland.
bikini waxes
We hadn't even started having sex yet and he was suggesting I have my lady-bits manicured like Jenna Jameson's.
being 14 is really horrible
The summer I was 14, I went to two different summer camps. The difference between them summed up the central crisis of my life at the time: Was I going to identify as the geek or the Kid With Issues?
adolescence
Sorry girls, xoJane.com isn’t for you.
calling the police
This week I dialed 911 for the second time in a year. Then I tweeted about it.