LESSONS FROM FUCKING IN YOUR CAR
"He thought we were just two strangers sitting in the back of the car with the purpose of fucking—I knew we were something else." New fiction by Dora Šustić
Arts
LETTERS TO – – – – –
“If love knows no bounds, it is only because it consists categorically of the unpaid portion of domestic work. Its sphere is the inexhaustibility of exhaustion.” A photo essay by Marija Cetinic and Jeff Diamanti
NBD
"Take me to the edge. Take me, firm but ethical. Plagiarize me as a form of flattery." New poetry by Johanna Linsley