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November 18, 2021 | Nonfiction

Horny Hell

Suiyi Tang

It was then that they strode past me. Mid-thought, my attention snagged on the powerful wisp of her. She wore a spandex outfit—itty bitty sports bra and bicycle shorts, her lean legs sprouting from chunky Filas.

 

November 16, 2021 | Nonfiction

I Believe in Red

Maya Staples

Cam asks when I am going to change my pants just to prove to his pierced girlfriend that he doesn't like me all that much. I tell him I wash them daily, but he says that doesn’t mean it’s not weird.

 

November 14, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Hannah, Danehy Park

Jaclyn Torres

Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.

November 11, 2021 | Nonfiction

Grey Wolfe LaJoie

Grey Wolfe Lajoie

LaJoie dropped to their knees and shouted out the phrase "Oh dear god!"

November 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

October 2020: Do I Have Thrush?

Claire Sullivan

He works out of that clinic on the corner of Sydney Road, opposite the 7-Eleven. After I visit him I often walk up the road and get an okay bánh mì from the closest vietnamese bakery.

November 7, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Hello: It's Not Me You're Looking For

Luna Adler

Like Richie’s “Hello,” Adele’s “Hello” is also an ode to longing.

November 2, 2021 | Nonfiction

Centerpiece

Justin Chandler

Under the pretense of repairing things, I go to prove I am not broken.

November 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Penelope Went to Episcopal Church Feeling Melancholy

Jade Song

I will never read this essay out loud, so let me take some risks:

Almond, salmon, Episcopal, peony, Adidas, melancholy, mischievous.

In my head: Owl-mund, sal-MON, epic-SKO-poll.

I add force

October 31, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Someone Could Mean Anyone

Koty Neelis

Still though, that’s fucked up.

I agree, I say. It is fucked up.

October 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Circular Time

Aarron Sholar

I stand in front of this body-length mirror. The compression vest is gone, the drains are removed, and all the cushioning gauze has been peeled away; I’ve watched video after video of other

October 28, 2021 | Nonfiction

Ambire

Shreya Fadia

I’ve never run for political office and have no desire to run—which is not to say that I’ve never thought about it—but I do know what it is to move, to travel, to traverse, to go around for the sake of one’s ambitions.

October 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

Rewatching The Office To Keep My Dead Ex-Boyfriend Alive

Shannon J. Curtin

The last time I dream of him, my dead ex-boyfriend asks me to stop bringing him back.

Usually, when I dreamt him alive, he didn’t speak. I’d sit next to him while he sorted mail. I’d watch him turn

October 24, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Choosing a Wedding Gift for the Only Person You Ever Loved

Dillon Fernando

When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.

October 21, 2021 | Nonfiction

Midsummer in the Spirit Realm

Dave Fromm

Felt, for a minute, like some façade had slipped, like a glitch in the matrix. Is this in fact the car we came in? Are we who we think we are?

October 19, 2021 | Nonfiction

Reality Is Not Enough

Rebecca Mlinek

I checked the rest of the house, but everyone was asleep. I had a brief moment of nothingness, of emptiness, and then terror bloomed.

October 14, 2021 | Nonfiction

Crying at the Russian Ballet

Benjamin Davis

The curtains opened, the ballerinas emerged, toes became violins, hands, trumpets, backs, cellos.

 

October 3, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Normal Girls Who Aren’t Afraid of Crackers

Meg Thompson

“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.

I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises. 

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

My Roommate from Eleven North

Barrie Miskin

They liked to brag. Who had the highest dose of anti-psychotic medication? Who had gone the furthest off the rails during a manic episode? And they loved to boast about their suicide attempts. Whose was the most gruesome?

September 29, 2021 | Nonfiction

Unity Trash

Kate McLean

When Tony died, I stopped recycling. The kind of power play that was both meaningful and meaningless.

September 26, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Prison Killed My Libido

Sheryl Anderson as-told-to Christine Fadden

I don’t write “I have the libido of a sloth” in my online dating profile. I don’t use my real surname now either.

September 19, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

This isn’t a story about being in a wheelchair

Lane Chasek

The only reason I’ve seen Space Jam: A New Legacy so much recently is because I wanted to avoid talking to my wife.

September 17, 2021 | Nonfiction

No News

SJ Han

A ferry will capsize with 476 people on board.

September 13, 2021 | Nonfiction

Eating Oaks

Jim Krosschell

Spring was months away; I could pretend peril didn’t exist.

September 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Looking For Love At A Celibate Barbecue

Joe Leonard

“And then after I came out to my wife, she stumbled across People Can Change,” said the man from Fresno.

September 6, 2021 | Nonfiction

The Reward; When Things Repeat

Sean Thomas Dougherty

Don’t they let you? Don’t they ever let you lay down your head?

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Pregaming Grief

Danielle Chelosky

Is this new relationship self-sabotage in disguise, or is it the cure?

Who Killed Mabel Frost?

Miss Unity

I thought I was unhappy as a man. Turns out I was just unhappy…

Backwardness

Garielle Lutz

Garielle's longest, most peculiar, most particularized book. A sure-to-be collector's item. Not be be missed!