There is no time or situation where “privates” is the best choice of word, and the power that it possesses to reinforce learned cultural shame about our genitals, and the unacceptability of our sex parts, is transparently dangerous.
“It all began when we used to write each other bedtime stories and hide them under each other’s pillows so we could discover them when we went to bed. In April 1991 we had enough of these stories to photocopy them at work, bring them home, and fold and staple them together into crude magazines.”
Think of it as the mens underwear section of the Sears catalog for the millennial set. I don’t know about you, but with everything happening in the world right now, I need a big break from serious shit. If you know me, you know I don’t text, but instead prefer secure messengers like Telegram or […]
Feelings of isolation and outsider statuses only ease when humans can see that others are so very like them and want the same things. Growing up when and where I did (the American South in the 80s and 90s), I wasn’t often exposed to extremely sexual situations, or even sex in general with any regularity. […]
The Nifty Archive has been dear to me for as long as I’ve known it, but what becomes of an all-text empire in the time of unlimited, uncensored hardcore visuals? I can still remember being a bad kid on the internet and waiting endlessly for my parents to leave me alone with the computer long […]
Characters suck and fuck and masturbate for one another with gleeful, uncensored abandon. With everything going on in my life these past few months (my suspended move to Berlin, my all consuming work project followed by the demise of my all consuming work project, and my day to day struggles with staying productive and staying […]