November 4, 2017
by Veronica Popp
My legs were up in the air. I was bored. I glanced at the clock. It was 3:47pm.
The sun shined through the open blinds. I wished he would finish. I was draped
over his mid-level chest of drawers; because of our height difference of one foot,
other positions were ne...
September 4, 2017
by Chloe Hanson
When things are bad I think shitdamn, finally something to write about.
My body has never belonged to me. It was my mother’s, captive under her rib cage. It belonged to my parents, bodies staking claims to my features. It belonged to porn and fantasy, took its only...