Mornings After Our only-waking moments.

Mornings After

Zoë Ligon’s Bone-Dry Mornings

I will never be in the mood for sex in the morning, I think it’s my least sexy hour. My mouth is dry, my crotch is dry. Like, let me get well oiled and running first. We can all benefit from some lubrication. More

Kellie Hogan

Sex & Lives Smoking in the corners of New York.

Sex & Lives

Every Time We Kiss

Two open mouths pressing together, two tongues twirling like mating leopard slugs, two humans depositing long, glistening trails of spit in one another’s mouths… It’s difficult to forget all this mess, and yet we do, every time we kiss. More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Stress and the City

In the city all viruses are super. Nine days into New York, and six into my infection, I awoke from dreams of Rihanna and my Republican grandma on an Alaskan cruise ship to fever and blood. Globular, brick-ish bloody pee. I walked to emergency care. 200 bucks later, at least my doctor was hot. More

Fiona Duncan

Sex & Lives

Chloe in 2008 was the Sickest, Bar None

I fucking hate this journal. I fucking hate the peeps at the table next to me. I like that I used to come here with Jack. I like that I knew someone named Jack. I like taking writing classes. I like being dyslexic. I like that I can easily accept the fucked up parts about myself. What else are you supposed to do? More

Chloe Caldwell

Sex & Lives

Cock of Shame

“It’s nothin’. It’ll be easy. You’ll be fine,” Sonny reassured me, loudly, as if we were the only two people … More

Elise Peterson

Zabriskie Point
Sex & Lives

Drought Catalog

I know that to complain about a three-month sex drought will make many play “Hotel California” on the world’s tiniest violins, but I also realize that, ninety days into this sere desert wasteland, I’m afraid I may never have sex again. More

Chelsea G. Summers

TalksFor once, more answers than questions.


The Lesbian Whale

I met Barbara in her Chelsea studio a week after I visited her show Lesbian Whale: Early Drawings and Paintings … More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez


Young Baby’s First Book

Princess Cecily: a coming of age story. She’s just going to fuck people named Mike. Forever. That’s going to be her life.  More

Sam McKinniss


A Piece of Strange

Well, why I am fascinated with love and sex is that I think they always include all three: The Beautiful, The Good, and The True. And naturally their opposites. So, Bad Sex. I might also have called it True Love. More

Stephanie LaCava

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


Nothing Personal

In the room we are completely private. But I can hear the public, greedy to see my girlfriend get fucked. Greedy to see her wet body moving on wet plastic. Audrey wants to come and asks me if she can. She is not quiet. I know the men outside can hear. And as I said, I dislike men. More

Brad Phillips


Celebrity Skin

This time last year, before the second child of Duchess Kate Middleton was born, the tabloids had been waiting with … More

Natasha Young


On Fetishes

I wondered what other boners I might have unwittingly launched by guilelessly hanging out in the world. Are people into untied shoes? Nail-biting? Smoking? Lipstick on front teeth? More

Amy Rose Spiegel



I was 29 and had never noticed this kind of thing before, wetness as a silent form of arousal. More

Michael Thomsen


On Hands

In one 1930 portrait, O’Keeffe’s hands caress the dense white bones of a skull with rapture. “I felt my life with both my hands,” writes Emily Dickinson. “To see if it was there.” More


Bedtime StoriesReading as need.

Bedtime Stories

Jism For Tears

I actually needed more than pussy-licking now. I needed pussy-sucking. Pussy-swallowing. Full-on rimming. Anal sex. I wanted to gape and take jism. I wanted jism for tears. More

Tamara Faith Berger

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Bedtime Stories

The Ride

You sit on the back of a motorcycle, clung to a young mototaxista who brings you to the bus that will carry you into the city. There’s nothing he can do but let you feel it. More

Regina M. Ernst

Bedtime Stories

Enter, the Void

Most summers, the women of the neighbourhood would leave their shorts on the shore and dive in off the municipal … More

Alex Quicho

Bedtime Stories

Goddess and The Worm

It seemed like the perfect name: Worms are feeble, stupid, dirty, slimy, insignificant and ugly——everything this slave wanted to be. More

Reba Maybury

Bedtime Stories


I’m at the bar, minding my own, stirring my mar-teen and batting my lashes, when a gentlemen approaches, and you … More

Adam Wilson