In the world, we live in today (just look at TV and film), hookup culture is a relevant aspect of our society, especially in college.

We have people on Twitter openly joking and expressing about their "hoe-ing out," while music displays signs of promiscuity. With good luck and timing, hooking up can be a wonderful experience of sexual liberation, control, and satisfaction.

You meet new people without the responsibility and worries that come with relationships. You can share and rank from the best and worst meetups, resulting in anecdotes meant for hours of laughter with friends.

However, in my own experience, after the thrill of body-to-body contact wears off, I am left with an emptiness.

As if I just sold myself into a non-emotional machine. Because at the end of the day, we don't care about each other past how we make each other physically feel. After one after the other disappointing moments, I came to realize, for myself, that sex isn't necessarily the physicality, but the intimate, emotional connection consubstantial with the act itself.

In the moments I realized this truth, I wrote a collection of poems that I have attached to this article regarding sentiments to this emptiness.

Enjoy as much as I enjoyed unwrapping a condom for the sake of art.

Ashley Lanuza

Ashley Lanuza

Ashley Lanuza

*picture flames in reference to tinder's infamous icon