The Destruction of Queer Public Spaces Has Forced Us Online

This January closed with police raids on Seattle gay bars. In a scene reminiscent of 20th-century police raids of queer bars, officials with flashlights entered a bar unannounced, took pictures of patrons, and cited a bartender for having an exposed nipple. It’s no secret that queer bars have been heavily policed throughout American history, or that nowadays, lesbian bars are practically nonexistent in the U.S. Queer spaces still exist, but we have lost the thriving queer sex culture of the 1980s largely because of the American political response to the AIDS crisis.

(Fifty) Shades of Pink

For many of us, sex is a process of trial and error. Sex, like gender, is subjective, something that requires nuance and space to be explored. Also like gender, sex is confusing, a process of trial and error that many assume is automatic. More often than not, sex as a form of intimacy and euphoria is policed by cisgender, heterosexual social norms which in turn leaves a lot of pressure on us to have sex that isn’t necessarily fun or comfortable. But how do we know what we like when it comes to sex, especially in an era where it feels like we must constantly conform to others’ notions of sex?

Abroad in Taiwan: Getting to Know Myself Via Random Fucking

Photo by Joe/OutWrite He was a guy who probably just saw me as a possible fuck and not much else. But I was strangely okay with that. I woke up, freezing, forgetting that I had left the AC on all…

ABCs: D is for Demi(Sexual/Gender)

We often hear “demi”in the context of demigods. Many demigods (in Greek mythology) were children of Zeus or Poseidon, and legend has it that these mythological figures tended to become infatuated with mortal humans quite often. But wait a minute.…

Kink Korner: Consent

(Daddy and Kitten have teamed up on this article, since consent is pretty much the same for everyone!) Consent. It’s a topic that has been in the news a lot lately, especially surrounding the new “affirmative consent” rules at schools…

Rugburn

i can recall

the feeling of the carpet

under my boots

rooted to the ground

when you approached me

your eyes burning

and your gaze piercing