Mornings After Our only-waking moments.

Sex & Lives Smoking in the corners of New York.

Sex & Lives

Can the Cocksucker Speak?

Just as “cock” has meant “vulva” in pockets of the American South and in West Coast Rap, so too does “suck my cock” work as an epithet regardless of genitalia. More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Her Lorn Love, My Insecurity

The same with her name: repeating not “mom” but her name, again and again, you became terrified by the limits of your understanding of her, then of everything. More

Fiona Duncan

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Sex & Lives

Like Every Time My Pelvis Touches a Sink Brim

It was as if I really did spend last night as the lead in a bisexual heist film, running from an Italian mob family that ran the city gov’t I was trying to get elected to, getting squirted on by a slightly older woman with tan olive skin, tight abs, and a watermelon candy colored pussy, a hard candy sucked tacky and wet, a Jolly Rancher. More

Fiona Duncan

Sex & Lives

Of A Certain Age

That’s the thing about being with a man who is on age with your father—the impending awkward moment when someone would confuse him as such or worse. More

Elise Peterson

Sex & Lives

Being That Woman

To be “that woman” is to be the cunty catalyst for breakup, the vagina wedge that divides a lawfully married couple, the deliquescent bitch for whom your husband leaves you. More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

I Am A Hysteric

If the 19th century had “vulvar stimulation” and “hysterical paroxysm” and The Manipulator, the 21st has Orgasmic Meditation and OneTaste™ and Sildenafil. More

Fiona Duncan

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TalksFor once, more answers than questions.


Sexual Outsiders

Niki and Simon Haas are known for their gnarly, art-ish provocations (biomorphic, orificed vases and furniture that reeks of bestiality) … More

Caia Hagel


Comfort: How To Want It

So make a stack of Cosmo and Bataille and the Old Testament and a self-help book and then stare at it till it starts to burn. More

Belles-LettresLong(er)form musings on mostly mature themes.


I’d Like to Propose a Toast

The following bit is for any of you who, like me, happened to fall in love with Elaine Stritch’s whiskey-drenched tongue on TV or YouTube—and who are a little bit allergic to the typical. More

Sam McKinniss


Sharing Blood

It knows what it needs before you’ve even considered wanting, and draws us together even as genetic instinct for difference pulls us apart. More

Helen Holmes


Notes On Excess

Relentless connotes disregard or blind ambition. Insatiable is like hunger for the sake of hunger, not for the need to be fed. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Bedtime StoriesReading as need.

Bedtime Stories

Mermaid’s Reef

I take refuge in the lost word, also in the absent word. My spirit smells like a hospital bathroom, like an empty drawer in a hotel desk More

Luna Miguel