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February 5, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Prom

Naomi Leigh

I was sobbing too loud for the men’s room and I was in no shape to explain myself so I settled on the supply closet next to it. After a couple minutes of moping I got a BBM (we had to have Blackberries then, for whatever reason) from Jarrett. “Were fuck are you bro?

January 29, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

You stopped taking

Shalini Singh

A year wrapped in a day, a teardrop at the climax of every way that wounded, furthering the wounds.

January 22, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Ex ante, Ex post

Gillan Sims

That was the world then…

That was the world then….bawdy cars and tawdry thoughts and rundown wannabe skyscrapers brownie baked by the sun that just looked cheap against the horizon and everybody

January 15, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Destroyer

Jerusha Crone

I hold myself in the plank position. The little dog sits on the rug watching. It’s a very expensive rug. She’s not supposed to be here. He’s up on the purple couch and I do not know what he is

January 8, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Moonlight Empaths

Caroll Sun Yang

I was zipped up to my nose in a sleeping bag, inhaling moist breath mingled with olfactory ghosts of campfires and wild sex past.

January 2, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

From a Letter, 1980

Garielle Lutz

We paid the cover charge and stood among the young homosexuals of Columbus.

October 13, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Letter from the editor

Elizabeth Ellen

I never wanted to run this ship. Frankly, I’d rather spend my time writing.

September 18, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

I Never Slept In My Bed On Ambien

R. Jones

Hello,

the worst thing about stopping Ambien was that I never did it with anybody else.

I did it alone in my bathtub.

I did it alone, smoking in the water, & when it kicked in I’d let the

September 11, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

How I Remember It

Sammi LaBue

 

1.

Remember when you would sit on the floor of my lavender painted room when I was 15 and you were 21? You’d twirl a dreadlock around your finger looking up at the wall of Teen People Magazine

September 4, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Scotty Doesn't Know

Zoe Contros Kearl

a monstera I brought as a housewarming gift; bookcases betraying a brilliant, associative mind—the LOTR trilogy, a chess board, tomes on capitalism and ecology, The Power Broker, an anthology of gay poetry, more Caro books on LBJ, a poetry book I’d gifted atop the dusty shelves

August 21, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Maintaining Life

Jessica Daugherty

I worried I had magically bloated between 9 a.m. and lunch time, even though I’d only eaten the prescribed six saltine crackers.

July 17, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Chanel, Marge Simpson & Me

Mieke Marple

I couldn't fully recall the Simpsons episode in which Marge buys a near-identical pink Chanel dress.

June 5, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

His Nonna's Ghost Destroyed Our Relationship

Kimberly Elkins

 

Ten years ago, I made a temporary move from New York to Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a research fellowship for my novel. Within a month, I met Gino, a tall lawyer with a pronounced Roman nose,

May 22, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Masturbation is a type of isometric exercise

Lacey Verhalen

Two months in, we began to confide our secrets to each other. Her early brush with benzos. My peer-pressure-prone passivity.

May 8, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Boy of Crows

Mila Rae Mancuso

I pledged to him two things: one, that I would hex the ones that hurt him, and two, that I would write him poetry.

May 1, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

Intergalactic travel departing from berlin

Berglind Thrastardottir

i felt you were floating now with them, in a bubble in space, the bubble has a name, ecstasy, keta, speed, coke, that’s the name of the bubble.

April 24, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

A House of Water

Kelly Wei

Autumn was the season of fire. Boys and houses burned pure white holes into the night, and I self-immolated in every room but the little one I shared with you.

April 17, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

What I'm Hiding In My Profile Picture

Treena Thibodeau

Know that on my Tinder profile, my pictures are all either full-body yoga pictures or heavily airbrushed selfies.

April 10, 2022 | fucked up modern love essays

The Sitcom Actor (Who Really, Really Cares)

Sophia Jennings

Almost every day, the sitcom actor goes on Instagram to tell his five million followers what he knows about race, class, and - more often than not, women.

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 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?”

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 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:

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

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.

Her Lesser Work

Elizabeth Ellen

"[Her Lesser Work] is a collection of mordant and formally inventive stories circling themes of, let’s say, desire and escape within repressive structures."

      -Walker Caplan, Literary Hub

"Her Lesser Work is full of power and it takes risks and it's alive and real and it fixes a very sharp eye on the shit humans do to each other and themselves."

      -Lindsay Lerman, LitReactor