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Fiction

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Drinking Pals and Firefighting Gals. So, there we were, tearing round bends, wind clawing at our hair, shrieking like cats in heat, and after each turn we’d look at each other and laugh, like that was a good one, right? Only then, after one of those turns, somebody’s gone. Just, gone. Quick head count confirms that: one, two, three, four, five there’s only five of us. Whos missing? By Rebecca F. John. When Words Change the Moleular Composition of Water. November 29th Pulse: frenetic Hair: resolutely stat...

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On the Moral Imperative to Commodify Our Sexual Suffering

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On the Moral Imperative to Commodify Our Sexual Suffering. On the Moral Imperative to Commodify Our Sexual Suffering. I was first fucked for money at the age of 19. Someone tied me up and shoved a silicone cock in my ass. A digital camera captured the entire process. I was paid $300. It was fun, I guess. He just liked the money and the thought of doing something ‘wrong.’ Passive anal sex is not his thing. the assistant narrator. Whatever. I had a good time. You’ve heard of the website PornHub.com? Produc...

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More Than This

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So, have you been to Athens before? When they were getting ready to leave, he spotted the book she was reading in her bag. ‘Ah, THAT book, what do you think of it? But while she was thinking of the words to use he said, ‘I hated it. And I definitely think it’s written by a man, don’t you? She shook her head and closed her bag. I like it, she almost whispered. The book is written by a woman called Elena and this will seem significant later. She wanted Elena to have better friends, or at least friends who ...

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Limerence

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She gripped a rung and looked up between his legs. A drop of paint spun from his roller to land on her cheek. She didn’t flinch. From this angle, his throat and chin seemed not quite human, the soft underjaw of a frog or fish. She shook the ladder lightly, made him look. For we are two stars falling in the night sky. It wasn’t that he was her type, particularly. No one was, until all at once they were. Rough or smooth, hard or soft, dark or light what did it matter? Sorry, she said. Sorry about this.

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Diving into Berghain

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Years ago, someone told me that the best way to get through a crowd at a nightclub or concert is to dance your way through. The bodies around you will have more sympathy for a dancer they’ll shift and accommodate, flex and bend than for someone simply pushing. The club has a notorious and mysterious door policy that sees scores of people turned away every night. The guy in front of me is unlucky perhaps too drunk and the stern doormen shake their heads and he walks away resigned. But they let me ...Bergh...

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Somesuch Stories

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Drinking Pals and Firefighting Gals. So, there we were, tearing round bends, wind clawing at our hair, shrieking like cats in heat, and after each turn we’d look at each other and laugh, like that was a good one, right? Only then, after one of those turns, somebody’s gone. Just, gone. Quick head count confirms that: one, two, three, four, five there’s only five of us. Whos missing? Talk to Me Baby. By Rebecca F. John. At the edge of a ploughed field sits a burned-out Smart car. Its squat dimensions m...

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Experience

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Drinking Pals and Firefighting Gals. So, there we were, tearing round bends, wind clawing at our hair, shrieking like cats in heat, and after each turn we’d look at each other and laugh, like that was a good one, right? Only then, after one of those turns, somebody’s gone. Just, gone. Quick head count confirms that: one, two, three, four, five there’s only five of us. Whos missing? Talk to Me Baby. By Rebecca F. John. At the edge of a ploughed field sits a burned-out Smart car. Its squat dimensions m...

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A Person under a Train

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A Person under a Train. A Person under a Train. They asked. How long will it be? Because how does anyone keep on going, day after day? How does anyone cope with the disappointments, the constant thoughts of the past and the missteps taken there, with all the things we say and do? And then you might think of those you would be letting down, only this time, the shame of it might make you want to jump still more. And whatever it was that has been holding you back might suddenly allow you to go, to take ...

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helloitschloe

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She’ll say yes, though she can’t recall the curve, color, or pitch of her orgasm, and couldn’t even moments after. (When she cums in love, she remembers all.). Boredom can be ecstatic. Chronic nothing screams to be stuffed! Generally, though, when Mira tries to picture her childhood, she pictures pictures, the few framed around her family home, or those aroused by stories told to her about her. Like the one about her as a toddler falling asleep face first! To start. Picture: Mira, mid-summer freckled...

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Desire and Disability: A Complicated Coupling

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Desire and Disability: A Complicated Coupling. Desire and Disability: A Complicated Coupling. Shocked, Mark stands in shamed disbelief. It had never crossed his mind. Desires like that are only meant for the able bodied, like the beautiful lady at reception, who, if only he were a shade more handsome, a tad wittier, might flirt with him as she did with everyone else. Part of the reason for this, believes David, is that disability is far from mainstream. It remains a source of curiosity for many able-...