MILK

A black line drawing on a white background by Andres Aragoneses, featuring the silhouettes of two heads, facing one another closely. The silhouette in the foreground is decorated with wavy lines, positioned with its mouth close to the ear of the silhouette in the background, which is decorated with dots around where the voice of the front head might be whispering or breathing.

What’s always among us: A letter to the dance floor

“Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. This seems so clearly the case with grief, but it can be so only because…

An image of several illustrated color images on a pink photographic sunset background. On top of the photo, from left to right, are: A sword with a blue handle pointing upward, a sword with a blue handle pointing downward, a grey stone block square tower with small windows and a red band below the ramparts, and a sun in gold with a blue shadow with a white outline of a crying person in it and a red highlight. There is a small golden multi-point star in each corner of the image.

22 Blessings For a Queer Future

To all queer creatures of the future: you deserve the world. Can be used in tandem with a deck of tarot cards, or read as a poem. …

A pencil style drawing of a bunch of small black non-detailed figures trapped in an interior space made of 2D walls. Some of the figures are in motion, bouncing chaotically off one another, and others are struggling to leave the enclosure or sitting alone. The tone is sad and trapped.

A Return To The Scene of the Crime: Sex, Intimacy, and Healing From Childhood Trauma

It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s and living with my first partner that I began to realize just how much the physical abuse I faced as a…

sparks from a fire fly through dark night air

god//dess

this body never existed for your dick my skin does not expect your desperate touch a pussy built to feel warm desirable love every femme is meant to be…

Live performance documentation. The room is dark except for a flood lighting that illuminates a large wooden table, whose left side is strewn with various kitchen implements (hot plate, saute pan, tableware) and baking ingredients and the two nude performers wearing green aprons and black surgical gloves. One person is on top of the left side of the table, knees bent, hunched over with their arms above their head, while the other person is standing behind them on the floor, penetrating their asshole with an implement. In the dim background, three tiers of bleacher style seating show a packed audience of spectators.

NEW QUEER CUISINE

Pornography, privilege, and piña coladas. Gen Eickers interviews filmmakers Ethan Folk and Ty Wardwell ahead of the screening of their breakfast porn trilogy at Fuck Me Tender on Thursday, 30th May…

The word 'power' repeated over and over down the middle of the image, in red and in gold glitter layered on top of each other on a dark yellow background. One 'power' in the middle of the screen is brighter red.

A Power Note

I want to talk about power, the great enabler of so much negative so-called ‘asshole’ behavior. We are more aware than ever that power by domination through degradation is…

A photo of a person in a white blonde wig and a gray uniform. They are standing in a train car with blue seats, with their hand on the back of one seat facing the camera.

CLINIC: Dates, Doctors, Drag

These two poems were exchanged by lovers. The first is a phonetic poem that is situated within a dyslexia – some have found that reading it out loud helps. …

An image with a pink background and "Do I watch too much porn?" repeated in varying shades of red to pink glitter text

QUESTION OF ORGASM JUST FLOATING OUT

Editor’s note: This poem contains descriptions of violence. This hoarder documentary or the guy who leans over the balcony to watch me fuck my girlfriend in the ass…

EDITORIAL ISSUE #6: ASSHOLES

We have proudly produced a deep and potent mini-theme: ASSHOLES. This subject, so pervasive and visible in our society when it comes to patriarchs, remains unspoken, odorless, douched, and shamed…

SWINGING MY WAY TO “CHOICE”

It’s past 11pm and I’m standing in the cold outside one of the most unremarkable buildings in West Berlin: Zwanglos. Next to me is Travis – a gorgeous German editor…