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September 25, 2024 | Fiction

Humiliation

Evan Grillon

“Aren’t hot dogs a little, you know, phallacious?” Sam asked, the words rolling out of his mouth like marbles.

“I’m a Halloweenie.”

“I hate you,” he said under his breath, but just loud enough that he hoped she would hear him.

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September 24, 2024 | Fiction

Coyotes

Zoë Rose

Left to its own devices, the body is remarkably adept at disappearing. Left to others’ devices, its
veins are flushed and filled, lips are sewn shut, eyelids are propped.

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September 23, 2024 | Poetry

ROUGH TRADE

MICHAEL CHANG

trying to recall

the newness of our sexual joy

A Shitty Night photo

September 22, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

A Shitty Night

Anonymous

I had come out just a year or two prior, and anal sex was new. Nobody taught me anything.