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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


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 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


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.

December 7, 2021 | Nonfiction

Act of God

Suzanne Manizza Roszak

It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.

December 3, 2021 | Nonfiction

A Medication Guide

Vanessa Garza

Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand. 

December 1, 2021 | Nonfiction

Because Mid-Meal, My Mother Says “Now Don’t Write About This”; Or, The Tyranny of We

Sandra Beasley

But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.

November 28, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

Sylvère Lotringer is dead

Danielle Chelosky

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

November 21, 2021 | fucked up modern love essays

A Review of the Barrington, CT Boston Market Located 400 Yards from My Ex-Girlfriend’s House

R. Jones

The Barrington, CT Boston Market offers the creamy richness of all Boston Market feeding centers.

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


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

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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


Elle Nash

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

             - Kyle F. Williams, Full Stop Magazine



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.