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Guest fiction editor Roxane Gay introduces this issue’s erotica.
Winona eyed Frank down the long black barrels of the shotgun. She complained again about that whore he’d visited every Wednesday for fourteen years, before he lost his manhood in the accident at the rebar factory.
There was something fascinating about images of unknown semi-naked women; I wondered if there were newspapers filled with images of semi-naked men.
Six feet tall and arms like bundled wire. He go strutting the length of the house.
. . .I looked down at Omar’s pants to tear off his belt and realized that we were shrouded in such darkness, I couldn’t see the buckle.
Notes on names Boy gets called at school: fudge packer, pansy, fairy, pillow biter, cock gobbler.
Jimmy Nolan has a thing for broads—loud, brassy women who sit with their legs open and drink beer straight from the bottle—women who always say exactly what they’re thinking and for better or worse, mean what they say.
They do not walk around with their arms and legs locked stiffly. They can be saved.