Matt Korvette of the punk band Pissed Jeans on pain, fashion fetishes, and redirecting the male gaze
Guest fiction editor Roxane Gay introduces this issue’s erotica.
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.
Banned Books Week: Though Miller defeated censorship, his work was misunderstood and cartoonishly simplified
He’s mopping at his pelvis with a wadded-up tissue, and then he’s mopping her up as well. Already the backs of her thighs are caking up.
There were big ones and small ones and medium-sized ones, blonde and brunette, and even bald ones…
“Just lie there,” he would say. “Pretend your hands are tied to the bed frame. Pretend you can’t move them.”
My wife and I were kick-ass archeologists. Found all kinds of old, important shit out in the jungle, dealing with dangerous natives, applying for grants.