Mornings After Our only-waking moments.

Mornings After

Ganzeer’s Internal Alarm

It’s warm but you still have some of the cool breeze from the evening, and you have the beautiful morning light. If you’re showered and had your breakfast, you feel refreshed and full; there’s nothing to worry about. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Mornings After

Katherine Bernard’s Basic August

There’s this golden hour in the afternoon when the sun hits a window across the garden and beams a really beautiful light back onto my bed. It’s like this lighthouse symbol to back me away from the cliffs. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Mornings After

Lisa Lucas’s Shower Blues

For years I woke up with the sun, until the trucks came along. Now I have a white noise machine and blackout curtains and an alarm set to jazz—the crazy experimental kind of jazz. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Sex & Lives Smoking in the corners of New York.

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Sex & Lives

You’ll Have What I’m Having

Is it a shame when people fumble at the ties that bind and fail and fake it and make do and fake it again and again until pain impedes pleasure, rather than speaking up and voicing their dispassion? More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Beauty and Essex

It didn’t make sense, but—as a girl—I’d been attracting the gay guys who’d ignored me when I was one of them. I didn’t question it. I don’t. I decided to take it as it came because what came was what I’d always wanted. More

Hari Nef

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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

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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

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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

TalksFor once, more answers than questions.

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Talks

Twitter: Unfollow All Dicks

The short: Your boyfriend is a dick (pun intended). The long: Your boyfriend is an abusive manipulator who seeks to gain power and satisfy only himself by disingenuously airing out his grievances. More

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Talks

Clothes & Class: For Feeling Like You Have a Purpose

Revisions and edits: “less is more, always take one thing off, etc.” I show more skin. I cut out Camp, but kept Humor. I gave myself permission to look Sexy, Intelligent, Relaxed, Smart, and occasionally Expensive. I gave in to Luxury, probably. I also have tits now, and a waist. Do the math! More

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Talks

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

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

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What I Wore to Fall in Love

I’m wearing a white Hanes t-shirt, a pair of purplish-grey shorts I never run in (while packing I find that I own three pairs of gym shorts, probably because whenever I decide to exercise I’ve forgotten the last time I did), and running shoes I ordered from Nike. Jesse looks at the running shoes. He says, “Do your…. running shoes have your initials on them?” More

Sarah Nicole Prickett

Belles-Lettres

Discourse Sucks

For the curator, activating the space inside a rectangle was the ultimate. He declined or was unable to say anything to me about the contents of my studio, other than that painters live and die to activate space. The long thrill of art history had been a history of activating space. More

Sam McKinniss

Belles-Lettres

The Miracle of Love Streams

Harmon is a writer in a tux whom we never see writing, and Sarah is a divorcée who wants to give love, buy love, solve love. Both are marching out of step with everyone else, but toward each other. More

Durga Chew-Bose

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Belles-Lettres

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

Bedtime StoriesReading as need.

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Bedtime Stories

Two Poems

What Is Learned In Love That I could tell stories where even the constellations split, & great masses are still … More

Evan Kleekamp

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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