From Rape Survivor to Sex Columnist

“For me, a lot of things revolve around sex, and that’s just the way I think. I just want people to talk about sex.”

Anneliese Hucal loves to talk about sex as much as she loves to have it. She is the sex columnist for the Nevada Sagebrush, the student newspaper at the University of Nevada, Reno. She’s known for columns like “Learn the Joy of Jizz and Sperm Science” where she writes “I love cum. Baby juice as I so fondly call it… revel in the glory that is jizz.” She also hosts a radio talk show, and will soon launch a YouTube channel about sex.

However, there was a period in her life when even Anneliese wasn’t comfortable talking about sex. Here is her story in her own words:

When I was really really young, like five, six, seven, eight, I discovered that it felt really good to straddle a fence and rock back and forth. And I think that was my first encounter with sexual behavior exploration.

I lived on a farm. I had seen what sex was and I had no interest in it at the time because I was equating sex with pigs humping each other in the mud. And I wanted nothing to do with that.

So, this piece is from October 16, 2012. It’s called ‘Encourage Dialogue About Rape, Sexuality:’

‘My monster was born when I was quite young with a stranger’s hand over my mouth.’

I was 15 years old. It was 11:30 or 12 at night. I was pushed down from behind by a stranger. I was afraid to look while it was actually happening. I just closed my eyes and shut down.

Being the virgin good girl that I was thought of, when that was taken away from me I felt like my entire being was just gone and like I was just lost.

I remember lying in the bathtub and holding my breath underwater to see how long I could go before I would pass out because I was so upset. I just had nothing in my life. I didn’t have that deep depression enough to want to kill myself but I was right there.

I went back to school after that summer. The entire year I was so uncomfortable with everyone.

‘One of the lunch monitors said when you dress like a slut you invite trouble Ani.’

Because of the way I was raised, I truly thought that I brought it upon myself. And so I was so scared I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really do anything about it. I actually didn’t talk about it until last year in my sex column, years later.

I had an 82-year-old man write me a handwritten letter last year. His daughter had been through the same thing and she’d killed herself. What I had written had made him truly understand what she was going through because as a male, especially growing up when he did, he didn’t get what it’s like to be a female that has to go on living her life, seeing fragments every day that remind her of what she went through.

Him writing me that letter truly truly showed me that yeah, I’m okay.

I went through my first semester of college and I loved it. Gradually as the year progressed, more and more weird things started happening. I had a roommate who was super against sex but she didn’t count it if it was in the butt. A guy lived across the hall from me who would literally bring a new girl home every single night. There was not a night when I did not see a girl going in or coming out of the room or hear screaming.

I just realized that there’s so much sex going on all around campus. I became fascinated by it and started talking to everyone about personal sex issues. Then I got very comfortable talking about my own. And I’m now the sex column girl.

‘Slut, whore, boyfriend stealer, girlfriend stealer.’ Yeah, I get called a lot of different things but most of them aren’t true, so I’m okay with it.

They think that because I write what I write that I’m sleeping with everyone. That I’m a big ol’ slut and I’m just out there throwing my cat at everyone, and I’m not! I love sex but I’m very selective as to whom I sleep with.

I feel like a lot of columnists and people who work within this trade have a slight fear about what’s going to happen to them in the future but I truly, truly believe that the universe is taking care of me and so I’m just not scared at all.