I would like to share an article I wrote for the Gyrene Gazette, the student newspaper at Ave Maria University, where I am studying as a senior:

How does Valentine’s Day go down at Ave Maria University? Well, if you happened to be innocently strolling the pavers and halls during the week before the “celebration of love,” you were probably suddenly jolted from your “just-leaving-class-metaphysical-terms-swimming-through-my-brain glazy-eyed stupor” by something which made your eyes widen in surprise.

Leading into Love Week 2012, our stately Frank Lloyd Wright architectural specimens, as well as some of our very own students, donned bedsheet-banners and t-shirts with the provocative slogan “Sexual Revolution” in bold black and red ink. Naturally, this sparked a mix of reactions: curiosity, shock, laughter, controversy… and a weird sense of throwback to the hippie free love of the sixties. But in the end, everybody asked the same question: “What does it mean?”

I think we can filter out the hippie option. As much as a mosquito and gator-infested swamp 45 minutes from civilization would be ideal for a group of sexually-liberated lovers to revive the sixties, something tells me the romantic revelry wouldn’t be sponsored and funded by Student Life. So I did some quick investigating and found that the purpose of Love week, the Sexual Revolution, is “to reclaim and proclaim the goodness and truth of sex, authentic love, and the good life.”

The slogan “Sexual Revolution” served its purpose: it grabbed our attention and got us to ask questions- questions whose answers were given in the course of Love Week. Sex is severely misunderstood these days. And it’s not just the people living loosely who don’t get it, but many people in faithful and chaste relationships and marriages as well. Really, it’s everybody- and the problem lies in the way our culture raises us to think.

When we discuss sex, or better when we DON’T discuss it, we reveal a strange, disjointed perspective of ourselves which separates the body from our personal identity. This misconception is the root of the misuse of sex these days. Girls starve, mold, and manipulate their bodies to produce the perfect Barbie toy identical to the next one on the assembly line. People give up their bodies to each other like they are throwing away an old couch, not aware that in doing so they are literally giving away themselves.

How will the meaning of sex ever be understood if it is never addressed? Love week offered a solution, by sparking an interest in the question and then providing answers throughout the week. Leading up to Valentine’s Day, there was a coffee house, a concert, a discussion at the pub, a movie night, an art exhibit, a retreat, and various testimonies, all of which opened the conversation and explored in unique and fascinating ways the value of love and the meaning of sex.

Most importantly, Love Week this year was more than just a cutesy celebration of romance. It got down and dirty, to the heart of the meaning of sex, which lately has become so heinously misunderstood. In doing so, we explored the very nature of love itself- because sex, when viewed correctly, is an expression of divine love in us: it demands that we give our entire person to another, and unites us in a beautiful all-consuming way. The erotic love between a man and a woman nurtures the divine characteristics of love in the human heart.

Love Week got people to think, and not just to think- to TALK about the meaning of sex and love with each other. This should not be a taboo topic; it is unnatural to hush it up. We ARE our bodies. We live in a physical world. Our efforts to shove our physicality as far away as possible from our identity are the cause of the tension and awkwardness which often flavor every mention of the word “sex.” The word needs to be shouted; its deep meaning needs to be appreciated. Love week got students at Ave Maria to think, ask, and talk about the meaning of sex. This is a first step in the right direction, a step towards a sexual revolution which will end the civil war between the personhood and the body.” “Me” and “my body” are the SAME THING… but until we realize that, the world will continue to be a big psychiatric ward of schizophrenics trying to maintain multiple identities.