Words by: Binari Almeida Art by: Jessica La
Dear younger self,
Sex was such a mysterious and confusing concept to you back then. You felt like you knew what you were doing but looking back you had no idea at all.
… A Letter To My Younger Self
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Words by: Coby Renkin Art by: Carla J. Romano
I can’t say I consider myself an expert on Only Fans, the mechanics of a straight, cis man’s brain, nor do I claim to speak for all women in the world. I do however consider myself, with a whole lot of confidence, a feminist, with lived experience as a woman and a slight social media addiction.
… Sorry, We Only Charge Premium Here
So…Can I Fuck My Way To Heaven?
Words by: Sanjiv Raveendiran Art by: Betty Gu… So…Can I Fuck My Way To Heaven?
Andrew Bolt and Y/N
Words by: Thiamando Pavlidis Art by: Monica Ouk
Your van backs into the driveway of a stunning four-bedroom federation mansion in Malvern East. As the van beeps in reverse, you wonder to yourself who could possibly be moving out of this beautiful home in the midst of a pandemic?
… Andrew Bolt and Y/N
Tough and Tender
Words by: Veronica John Art by: Gabrielle Poh
In society, men are told to be masculine and to ‘toughen up.’ The longer the beard, the taller the male or the more muscles they have, the more women flock to their side. This phenomenon is baffling to me. It is an unspoken fantasy society placed on males. Why should men be told to toughen up, when it’s okay to be tender?
… Tough and Tender
Honest
Depravity, Dawson and DiCaprio
Words by: Kiera Eardley Art by: Madison Marshall
He’s hunched over a poker table, cigarette dangling from his lips, green eyes smouldering under a sweep of blond hair. He wears a heavy coat, a loose shirt and suspenders. He wins the hand — he’s going home on the Ship of Dreams. He’s the king of the world. He’s Jack Dawson. Jack. Dawson.
… Depravity, Dawson and DiCaprio
H(b)y(e)men
Words by: Dina Ivkovich Art by: Emma Lucas
An old proverb comes to mind: “No pain, no gain”, whereby in order to realise progress or success, one must suffer some deal.
… H(b)y(e)men
Snapshot Erotica
Words by: MD Art by: Gabrielle Poh… Snapshot Erotica
Why it’s Time We Need to Stop Romanticising the Bare Minimum
Words by: Tiffany Forbes Art by: Brooke Stevens
You know those moments? The ones where you look back and think ‘what the actual fuck was I thinking?’ I guess you could call it a kind of post-nut clarity, or some sort of clarif-dick-ation (thanks, TikTok), where without warning, that love bubble — fitted exclusively with a rose-tinted haze and the ‘they-can-do-no-wrong’ mindset — is popped, and you realise your partner isn’t actually all that? Yeah, well same.
