Poem: Claude Willan

/ Claude Willan / Poetry
Can you imagine the riches you'd need / Just to say the word dolor?

Her Manhood

/ Héctor Serna Chávez / Fiction
How would an expat Mexican drag queen camped out in Amsterdam end it all? In […]

Interview: Ben Fama x Precious Okoyomon

/ Ben Fama / Interviews
It’s this fleshy part of myself / I was stripping away rotting flesh but now i’m stripped and what’s left is this totalizing corrosive structure underneath.

In Bed With Thomas Moore

/ Queen Mob / Misc
This isn’t my bed. It’s a bed in Austin, Texas. I slept in it for about a week in 2008. I was visiting America for a wedding. My mother had just died.

Harriet

/ Dennis Milam Bensie / Misc
I thought Harriet’s big break would come with Langston Hughes’ Black Nativity. I was a cocky stage mother and thought Harriet would be a shoe-in to play Baby Jesus.

In Bed With Stacey Lynn Brown

/ Queen Mob / Misc
That’s his side of the bed. From mine, I can also hear the unholy chorus of perpetually displaced dogs being fostered by our neighbors next door.

The Third Hand

/ Michael Welsh / Fiction, Misc
Michael Welsh is an artist, writer, and curator living and working in Brooklyn, NY. He […]

Loving, Losing

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
Perhaps, rather, one mourns when one accepts that by the loss one undergoes one will be changed, possibly forever.

Lunch With Zelda

/ Malin James / Fiction
Yesterday was my last day at the National Archives. It was a good contract—lucrative and […]

REVIEW: A DOOR WITH A VOICE

In Bed With Adrian Matejka

/ Queen Mob / Misc
This is my half, closest to all that waking light and also closest to the neighbors who generously shelter homeless dogs (anywhere from 5-8 at a time).

Poems: Pattie McCarthy

/ Pattie McCarthy / Poetry
my daughter asked me how babies are made / I told her they're made when a tudor twice / your age fucks you

#DragRace Diary 2: Choices

/ Queen Mob / Misc
This week we witnessed a denial very Queer in spirit, a kind of little Ragnarök, a mix-up of parts.

In Bed With Joseph Spece

Dear Poetry Editor

Lust Thrust Thursdays: Sex Toys for Gun Control

/ Gem Blackthorn / Sex
Who would’ve thought that the next symbol for peace would be a big ol’ dildo?