Mornings After Our only-waking moments.

Mornings After

Cecilia Corrigan’s Multiple Hot Fluids

I’m obsessed with having multiple hot fluids. I make myself a chai latte, and a cup of coffee, and a cup of tea, and I just cycle through the beverages. Sometimes I order breakfast, and it’s just like, a hot chocolate and a bottle of water. More

Ana Cecilia Alvarez

Sex & Lives Smoking in the corners of New York.

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

Sex & Lives

What I Learned in Girls’ School

When straight people fuck, they often do so as if they’re writing a simple, declarative sentence. Subject, verb, object: done. Absent are the looping, soaring, hanging dependent clauses; rare is the parenthetical information, footnotes, and annotation; few the tangents that lead you to new, unexplored territories. More

Chelsea G. Summers

Sex & Lives

Seeing Things

Like Hollywood specters (Casper, Candyman), Amalia’s show pieces don’t show up in pictures to prove they exist. More

Fiona Duncan

TalksFor once, more answers than questions.


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


Consent: It’s Not Sexy

If we knew more about consent, would we speak less of consequences for rape? If we took sex education seriously from the sixth grade on, would we have less to report by the time we get to campuses in America? More

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


Patron On Ice

The ALS Ice Bucket challenge needed the stimulation of a hard-nippled torso, and the shock of the cold, to transmit its relief from oceanic images of suffering. More

Cecilia Corrigan


The Length of My Skin

“If you were black, you’d be perfect,” Roy told me as he drove us down I-94 to South Milwaukee. He was fantasizing while I was riding shotgun. The death had occured at St. John’s Manor. More

Sarah Wambold


Free the Nipple

Technological advances in breast milk substitutes have washed away the public commerce of breastfeeding in the world’s richest countries, but what did it mean while it was around? More

Josephine Livingstone

Bedtime StoriesReading as need.

Bedtime Stories

Cetus & Other Poems

We fanned our fingers like that and morse-coded the bear, his daughter and the painter’s easel
‘In ten years we will call our son Cetus’——I can’t pretend to understand More

Eli Goldstone

Bedtime Stories

Darling Sister

Sure I’m a sex addict, I go to meetings. I’m powerless over the possibility of sex. I’ve fucked unfuckable things, I’ve done awful deeds, I’ve put my dick in places I wouldn’t put my shoe in. More

Brad Phillips

Bedtime Stories


The other day, I went by the taxidermy shop. Some people like the cinema, others sport. I am encouraged by … More

Stephanie LaCava

Bedtime Stories


A cycle of seasons, of mating and fucking and sleeping dormant and breeding and raising up cubs and sniffing their slipperiest hairs, their powdery drool, of wanting. More

Arielle Greenberg