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This is every stereotype about women's new media rolled up into one wet ball of pussy hair.Mitchell
Boys typically only sleep in my bed for one night because I suffer from intimacy issues and an abandonment complex, but for the past ten days a guy stayed with me. I always say I dream about the same dude spooning me every night because I feel lonely, but after two weeks of arguing (and make up cuddling) I am ready for a return to "fast food sex" where I can detach immediately after I come on a guy's face. This is all a long way to say you should read Andrew Hollaran. From the 1970s to AIDS, the gay novelist chronicled fast food sex, as he called it, and all the lifestyle's ups (seven blowjobs from seven different guys in one week) and downs (the return-to-lonliness come down after you come). Holleran's writing is pretty much absent from the internet—few of his books even exist on Kindle—but Lambda published a great interview with him and some other lit fags a few years ago. I typically refuse to read any article published in a gay literary journal because the magazines make gay social lives look like an endless community dance hosted in non-profit orphanage's basement, but they're only people to publish a decent interview. Sorry for sending you to a lit mag's shitty website. It's worth dealing with the ugly design.Zing
When Nicki Minaj uttered the words, "Miley, what's good?" on the VMAs stage, I immediately knew what I wanted out of this moment. Not pillows, not tote bags or wall clocks or any of that merch crap. All I wanted was a remix. This is that remix. Enjoy.Callie
In honor of Beyoncé's birthday, she had friends and family members dedicate songs to her on her website. I recommend this because Jay Z chose the song "Yellow" by Coldplay, which is mind blowing to me. (For years I have insisted that "Yellow" by Coldplay is a deeply romantic song, a claim that has been met with widespread derision. Once again, it seems, I am on the right side of history.) "This song reminds me of you and I on vacation," writes Jay Z. "'Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.'" I like to imagine Jay Z on a yacht somewhere, looking at the stars and thinking about Coldplay and his wife.Sarah
People tell me I have nice eyes and I agree with them; my eyes are wonderful, and they would look great on a giant painting. Inshallah, one day I will ball hard enough to commission a massive portrait of myself by some hippy white guy, but until then, I will live vicariously through John Wall. If anyone wants to draw a picture of me on a notepad for the time being, hit me up.Lindsay
Often, reality weighs on you, like thick, curly fluff on the backs of sheep, herded together in the sweltering summer heat. There is no escape. But sometimes, just sometimes, you're the dog, cheered on by the crazed barking of an Australian man, running on top of the sheep, paws detached from reality, from gravity, from the weight of the world. I give you: Dog Running on Sheep.Gabby
Wondering what the Gallery Girls have been up to since their Bravo show and Xanax prescriptions were cancelled? Well, one moved to LA, another became a DJ, and only two of them are still technically "gallery girls." All of them, however, maintain expertly curated Instagram presences. Find out who's doing what over at Artnet.
This is every stereotype about women's new media rolled up into one wet ball of pussy hair.Mitchell
Boys typically only sleep in my bed for one night because I suffer from intimacy issues and an abandonment complex, but for the past ten days a guy stayed with me. I always say I dream about the same dude spooning me every night because I feel lonely, but after two weeks of arguing (and make up cuddling) I am ready for a return to "fast food sex" where I can detach immediately after I come on a guy's face. This is all a long way to say you should read Andrew Hollaran. From the 1970s to AIDS, the gay novelist chronicled fast food sex, as he called it, and all the lifestyle's ups (seven blowjobs from seven different guys in one week) and downs (the return-to-lonliness come down after you come). Holleran's writing is pretty much absent from the internet—few of his books even exist on Kindle—but Lambda published a great interview with him and some other lit fags a few years ago. I typically refuse to read any article published in a gay literary journal because the magazines make gay social lives look like an endless community dance hosted in non-profit orphanage's basement, but they're only people to publish a decent interview. Sorry for sending you to a lit mag's shitty website. It's worth dealing with the ugly design.
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When Nicki Minaj uttered the words, "Miley, what's good?" on the VMAs stage, I immediately knew what I wanted out of this moment. Not pillows, not tote bags or wall clocks or any of that merch crap. All I wanted was a remix. This is that remix. Enjoy.Callie
In honor of Beyoncé's birthday, she had friends and family members dedicate songs to her on her website. I recommend this because Jay Z chose the song "Yellow" by Coldplay, which is mind blowing to me. (For years I have insisted that "Yellow" by Coldplay is a deeply romantic song, a claim that has been met with widespread derision. Once again, it seems, I am on the right side of history.) "This song reminds me of you and I on vacation," writes Jay Z. "'Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.'" I like to imagine Jay Z on a yacht somewhere, looking at the stars and thinking about Coldplay and his wife.Sarah
People tell me I have nice eyes and I agree with them; my eyes are wonderful, and they would look great on a giant painting. Inshallah, one day I will ball hard enough to commission a massive portrait of myself by some hippy white guy, but until then, I will live vicariously through John Wall. If anyone wants to draw a picture of me on a notepad for the time being, hit me up.Lindsay
Often, reality weighs on you, like thick, curly fluff on the backs of sheep, herded together in the sweltering summer heat. There is no escape. But sometimes, just sometimes, you're the dog, cheered on by the crazed barking of an Australian man, running on top of the sheep, paws detached from reality, from gravity, from the weight of the world. I give you: Dog Running on Sheep.Gabby
Wondering what the Gallery Girls have been up to since their Bravo show and Xanax prescriptions were cancelled? Well, one moved to LA, another became a DJ, and only two of them are still technically "gallery girls." All of them, however, maintain expertly curated Instagram presences. Find out who's doing what over at Artnet.