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March 14, 2024 | Nonfiction

My Nina

Tamara Dragadze

But she is always here, always too strong to evaporate into some kind of hereto after.

March 10, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Your Second Call

Vallie Lynn Watson

I should have called out, “Marry me,” followed by your name, in that quarter-second of dead air.
Nothing too prosaic, nothing too provocative, just four beats, a stunted swirl of “M”s and “R”s.
My

March 3, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

I Appreciate the Company

Jade Mar

Eventually, the coke got to his head. He started becoming extremely paranoid. I was on a trip.

February 27, 2024 | Nonfiction

I Like the Drugs (And the Drugs Like Me)

Chandler Morrison

I was ten when my mother first took me to a psychiatrist. He put me on Zoloft at her request. My relationship with pharmaceuticals is my longest running one to date. My normal.

February 25, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Grammy Is Still Smoking

Trisha Kostis

I, and my vile habit represented a toxic threat both materially and existentially. It wasn’t only the danger of secondhand smoke, but the mere existence of smoking that they wished to shield from their cherub.

February 23, 2024 | Nonfiction

NOTES FROM THE BLOOD FACTORY ISSUE #2 ‘AFTER HOURS.’

Frank Reardon

Chris snaps the seal of a Jack Daniels shooter and pops the brown sugar down his throat. Tommy pops Vicodin: Coronado eats a stick of dynamite and blasts his brain with meth, no judgement.

February 21, 2024 | Nonfiction

The Mourning After

Tara Layne

I haven’t had a sip of water in days. I scan the colorful, exotic flowers that fill the twenty eighth floor apartment. The view overlooks the Hudson River in New York City, and the lazy, muddy water

February 18, 2024 | Rejected Modern Love Essay

Sick Gal Seeks Rare Elk Sighting or Mate

Laura Adrienne Brady

Chronic illness already made dating hard. And then the pandemic arrived.

“I almost forgot—” my childhood friend interjected as we were wrapping up a phone call on a blustery September day. “I

February 12, 2024 | Nonfiction

What the Dead Know

Joanna Acevedo

Once, I thought I would forgive. Now, a year later, I’m still waiting for the feeling to appear

February 11, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

An Unmodern Love

Karen McKinney

No, I do not want any kind of modern love, with all its entitlements,

February 9, 2024 | Nonfiction

A Guide to Recognizing Your Pasties, or A Non-Alphabetical Glossary of Burlesque Pasties

Lauren Emily Whalen

Nipple covers.

Pasties come in every shape, size and color. They can be plain or blinged within an inch of their minuscule lives. They can have tassels attached. They go on one’s butt cheeks with

February 9, 2024 | Nonfiction

Who Say Men Don't Cry?

Paul Chuks

You asked Harrison who sat opposite you, if Mexico was a strong team and all he said was they might upset Argentina. He said this in reference to their game against Saudi-Arabia, you no see wetin them play against those Arab men the other day? Your hope dashed. You became a piece of meat doused with anxiety.

February 6, 2024 | Nonfiction

Oklahoma Bestiary

Rachele Salvini

What interested me about those stories didn’t really matter to you anyway.

February 4, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Glitter and Glue

Sylvia Math

You can tell everything about what a man will be like in bed by how he writes.  He had rhythm.

February 1, 2024 | Nonfiction

Nate

Danielle Chelosky

Jilly says the 21-year-old is weirdly similar to me, specifically because she’s in her early 20s and has a dead dad.

January 30, 2024 | Nonfiction

Sisters/Mothers/Transcendence

Anna Terry

My sister is more of a person than I am. She works at a bookshop and wears visually interesting outfits, ties up her blonde ringlets in a tall bun and ambles around our town in clogs. We hear her

January 28, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Age/Sex/Location

Dylan Bach

MSN Messenger was the absolute dive of the internet in 2002

January 21, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Dispatch to Jane from My Subconscious

a a khaliq

I have a question for you. How did you bear it? That creeping loneliness, the way it whispers in the darkness. Sometimes, lying there at night after my own domestic and industrious day, I wonder how much longer I can bear it. Do you know what I mean?

January 19, 2024 | Nonfiction

Christmas in Palm Springs

Matthew Ciazza

I lie into the stone wall above the spa and flip open my copy of Less Than Zero to the corner I folded on 69. A passage on Christmas in Palm Springs.

January 14, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Last Fuck of the Year

Adam Berlin

I get in bed, move my mouth over her nipple.

“Do you mind if I moan?” she says.

January 12, 2024 | Nonfiction

Comfort Food: Not All Regulars Are Broken

Cat Powell-Hoffmann

The cooks told me jokes with no punchline and sang popular Chinese songs while I chucked grasshoppers in the garbage.

January 7, 2024 | fucked up modern love essays

Let's Date (So We Can Break Up)

Henryk Kessel

In terms of a break-up, gonorrhea is a god-send.

January 5, 2024 | Nonfiction

July 26, 2022

Danielle Chelosky

I wanted you to count on me—if not as a lover, then at least as an object for your using.

January 2, 2024 | Nonfiction

Six Vignettes

Ashley D. Escobar

Sometimes he’ll cum on my face, and I’ll have to hear about it in one of his poems.

December 31, 2023 | fucked up modern love essays

Plan B: 5150

Lisa Marie Zapata

I stopped taking the Wellbutrin cold turkey during the 2020 lockdown... All was well until one day when an ex that I had a tumultuous history with demanded I undo the hex I placed on his dick. The accusation sent me spiraling.

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