BY Emma Tilden
on Jul 01, 2014
On Sunday afternoon, I went to New York’s Pride Parade to join in the celebration. I’d never been before, and when I stepped off of the train at 42nd street I was immediately overwhelmed by the sheer joy contained in that enormous, rainbow-clad crowd of the LGBTQIAA (Lesbian, Gay, Trans, Queer/Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, and Ally) community.
The music was loud and the crowd let loose a huge roar as they recognized each song—particularly the appropriately chosen “I’m Coming Out. Read More
BY Amy Carlberg
on Jun 24, 2014
On a Friday evening in Harlem, I met up with Mitra Kaboli, one of the Producers and Editors for the feminist podcast Audio Smut. On June 17, Audio Smut shot to number one on iTunes in the sexuality category, beating out famed talk personalities like Dan Savage. Big things are happening in the radio world for this team, primarily made up of young women. Read More
BY Elle Brosh
on May 21, 2014
Aw, there's nothing like a good ol' bit of satirical internet mischief to get you through Hump Day.
And our favorite new blog's premise is based off the old chestnut about men taking up too much space on the train-- there's even a Tumblr devoted to it. But this new blog suggest that men take "spread their legs while sitting down" because, of course, "they're saving room for cats! Duh!"
Here are a few goodies...
Check out the SavingRoomForCats Tumblr and thank these men for their kindness to animals. Read More
Imagine being sealed with your lover in a plastic bag, unable to breathe, your fleshy bodies pushing against each other, breaking the boundaries of the self. For the Japanese artist Photographer Hal, a mundane household item—a vacuum-sealable futon container—can visually bring to life the invisible emotional currents of love-making and sexual intimacy. He seeks out intriguing couples in bars, inviting them to sit for him in the nude; he then vacuum packs them so that they might be intwined together for a brief moment, suspended in time with bated breath and sweaty skin. Read More
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The photographer Elinor Carucci’s recent series Mother reads like a visual diary of the pains and pleasures of motherhood, a raw and uncensored confessional of love and a complex relationship to the female body. Within the aesthetic framework of more traditional portrayals of the mother, she highlights the visceral and bodily with romantic reverence. Read More