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Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

A Very Brutal Game

A man with the right scruffed-up beard and breadth of chest swaggered into the S and M dungeon that was my place of business, and twenty minutes and one grand later had my chin — still soft with the downy fluff of teen-girl skin — held steady in one paw while the other one flew at my face so hard and fast that I ceased to exist as the same collection of matter I had been the previous instant.

By Margo Steines October 2020
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Sex After Death

I’d thought dating would make me feel less grief, but it was the opposite. I decided to delete my Match.com account and learn to masturbate. I had enough sadness in my own life.

By Beth Alvarado July 2020
Readers Write

Boyfriends & Girlfriends

Falling for a firefighter, staying single, trusting someone with your cat

By Our Readers July 2020
Readers Write

Making Love

Under the Milky Way, after the fireworks, out of the closet​

By Our Readers June 2019
Fiction

Nice Girls

I used to feel like an imposter because of my breasts, because even before I got pregnant they were pretty spectacular, and it’s made me wonder if I’ve ever actually earned anything, or if all the jobs and awards and opportunities I’ve gotten, really, have just been handed to me because of fat deposits that would be disgusting if they were placed a few inches lower, on my belly.

By Bridget Adams September 2018
Fiction

The Narrows

My sister Nell and I were standing on the banks of the Duvallis River, waiting for a man to float down it.

By John Jodzio July 2018
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Missed Call

It’s 7 AM, and I’ve finally come back to my car. I force myself to check my phone and assess the damage: four missed calls — three from Rebecca, my girlfriend, and one from my father. I’m parked at a Pavilions grocery store on Melrose in Hollywood, a few blocks from the gay bathhouse where I’ve been since yesterday evening.

By Robert Bitsko June 2017
Readers Write

Honeymoons

A bride’s lament, a smoker’s remorse, a swingers’ resort

By Our Readers February 2017