Many writers and artists, especially those who create in isolation that lasts for months if not years, have one tool at their disposal that’s often not talked about: making love to oneself. It is not about …
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Dear Adventurers, Today is the first day of Pride Month. Do you know the history of Pride? The first Pride was a riot to protest police violence against LGBTQI people. On June 28, 1969, police raided …
Celebrating women’s sexuality is one of the more prominent improvements feminism has yielded. However, it seems that this sex positivity is being confused with promiscuity. And it’s not judgy African aunties making the conflation – it …
The Setting: But for the light that seeped through the curtain from the bulb outside, only a lamp on the nightstand lit the dark room. Their thoughts: His eyes gloss over her body, memorizing its outline …
I recently returned from an impromptu trip to Puerto Rico. My sister invited me at the last minute and I obliged her by saying yes. The archipelago – still recovering from a devastating hurricane the wreaked …
The other day I had my first experience of casual sexual intimacy that was truly casual, although I would love/have loved for it to become something else – or to have such promise – because after …
Dear Adventurers, About two weeks ago at our staff meeting, Malaka encouraged the Adventures Team to write weekly pieces for the blog. I was excited about it and I imagined it would be a chance for …
Even the misses make for a good story! Background: I’m a queer, pansexual, polyamorous human. A very sexual being. At the turn of the new world (just before COVID), I consciously decided to do sex and …
It was on a weekday, I think a Tuesday or Wednesday; days of no significance with dreadful suns in Autumn. My days were grayed by bunking classes for reading books and writing. The yellow came from …
Written by Fancy Goodman Mama never told me what the thing was. All I knew was that after people got married, they had children. When I was eight I asked her, “Mama, where do babies come …