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March 13, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Case For Queerplatonic Love

Tenacity Plys

I.

In third grade, we spend every lunch writing comic books together. We invent a cinematic universe of imagined worlds to rival Marvel's. I've known her since I was six, and I've known my sister

March 6, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

—springtime, I fell in love again

Zoe Contros Kearl

Charming shyness paired with a love of dancing the Charleston in heels in the street past midnight. I kissed her bloodied knees.

February 27, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Baggage Claim

Mason Parker

2 is the grade I was in when I thought I loved Lucy. 2 is the number of times Lucy was arrested for meth in a single day. 2 is the number of Xanies she must have taken the night she showed up to my welcome home party, because she was fucking sloppy.

February 20, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Jay

Edward M. Cohen

Jay arrived once a week, every week, for sex. He was a dental student, worked  Wednesdays at a clinic near my house so it was easy for him to call to see if I was free. I made sure that I was. He

February 17, 2022 | Nonfiction

Johnny’s Knives

Mia D’Avanza

I know that I should be sad, or at least look sad, or somber, as I go through the things in Johnny’s room.

February 13, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Remember to Get That Baby

Elizabeth Koster

At three months shy of 36—one year past my baby deadline—I was nowhere near finding someone lasting

February 11, 2022 | Nonfiction

In the Thicket

Anne P. Beatty

Wary, ever vigilant, we peered into the berries for the blind white cursor blinking in an ecstasy of juice, carving invisible holes from the inside out.

February 8, 2022 | Nonfiction

Lake Michigan

Anna Adami

Wind, always strongest by water, whistles and whooshes, knocks a girl off her feet.

February 6, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

2AM in Brownsville

Shy Watson

Jordan lit a post-coital cigarette and contemplatively stared at the ceiling.

“My ex was a Nazi,” he said.

“What?”

February 3, 2022 | Nonfiction

Rough Lady

Sabrina Small

The room smelled like milk and sweat. I only got up for a few reasons; to crack a window, to change a diaper, to eat, and occasionally, to go for a walk.

January 30, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Sex Is Like Porn In Real Life

Sommer Browning

You know what’s sad? When no one releases your sex tape.

January 28, 2022 | Nonfiction

I Love Claire Vaye Watkins But If Two Female Writers Each Choose Darkness Are They Enemies or Friends or Something Other: a review, a love story, a confessional

Elizabeth Ellen

And then there is the question of motherhood. And how it does or doesn’t fit into the feminist narrative, into our ideas of ourselves as liberated women.

January 23, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Letters From A Young Poet

a a khaliq

Dear Jane,

The TikTok girls are mad at you.

January 18, 2022 | Nonfiction

In the Desert

Emma Brewer

I stared at the other campers, who stared into the center, screaming through their disbelief at what they were screaming.

January 16, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

I Think You Have A Drug Problem

Barbara Genova

So I wanted to bang this exvangelical guy and it's about to get worse:

January 13, 2022 | Nonfiction

The Itch

Laura Morris

We are a thousand couples. A million maybe.

January 11, 2022 | Nonfiction

Sad House

Matt Barrett

The man wearing a Ray Lewis jersey doesn’t know who Ray Lewis is.

January 9, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Club

Melissa Wabnitz Pumayugra

We beat Brock Shamos every day. We beat him with jump ropes we stole from Mr. Randall’s P.E. class

January 4, 2022 | Nonfiction

New to Running

Eleanor Howell

We are always looking for something to cure us of the pain of being made of fallible meat.

January 2, 2022 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

I no longer want to see Paris with men sixteen years older than me

Mee

The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.

December 26, 2021 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

The Abstinence Card

Erik Martinez

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

December 25, 2021 | Nonfiction

By Hook Or By Crook

Miss Unity

I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)

December 23, 2021 | Nonfiction

Are You There, Avatar? It’s Me, The 70s

Alle C. Hall

Do you see how I did that? All that pain I brought up about my sister went right under the rug.

December 12, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

(Not) A Story About New York

Kelsey Swintek

It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh. 

 

When I toss

December 9, 2021 | Nonfiction

F-Words

Mark Foss

The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.

Recent Books

Dear Nico: the Diary of Elizabeth Ellen (Nov, 2018-Feb, 2020)

Elizabeth Ellen

 "It captures all the doubts, giddiness, confessional streaks, blabbiness, self-alarms, rationalizations, feigned equipoise, and instantly breakable resolves of a person freshly infatuated and likely in love."   -anonymous writer friend

Nudes

Elle Nash

“Transgressive and immediate: you feel these stories shoot through and wrap around you.” 

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine

 

Worsted

Garielle Lutz

“Lutz’s work is a marvel of the possibilities of language.  Each of her sentences is an intricately crafted thing, deeply complex yet crystalline in its clarity . . . her command of each and every word remains supreme.”     

  --Mira Braneck, The Paris Review Daily

 

Garielle Lutz is the author of The Complete Gary Lutz, among other books.