They’re Not Alien Sex Cultists. They’re My Friends.
I went to the alien sex cult meeting on a Sunday, but opted to wear the Monday pair from my days of the week underwear to act as a good luck charm and guarantee I’d make it to the next day…
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The Tree
“Do you dream in color?” My occupational therapist, Brad, once asked. “Of course,” I said, “Doesn’t everyone?”…
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Proper Etiquette
Through the efforts women have made for equality, they’ve broken through conforming to “retro media standards”, utilizing fashion and makeup as a form of rebellion in the 1960s. Directed by…
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Turn On!
Turn On! directed by olivia flanz photographed by olivia flanz modeled by maddie pope and arshia nair
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Nothing New
nothing new directed by sophie florescu photographed by natália oprzadek-vodilková styled by anna bacal peterson and emily hamnett makeup by sophie florescu, emma lavenson, and tristan young modeled by emma…
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IUD and Me
I’m the prime candidate for breast reduction surgery: back issues, self-diagnosed body dysmorphia, and a pair of tits that bust out of every age-appropriate top. From the day they started growing I planned to get them cut off, but I knew it had to be after I started birth control, just in case the hormones took my Gs to Es. I didn’t want just any birth control, I wanted the PERFECT birth control…
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The Fame Paradox
You’re the next best thing. The biggest and brightest. The world leers its ugly, piercing eyes towards you and for a moment, however brief, the stage is yours. You may land the trick, or fall flat on your face, or perhaps stand frozen in the headlights—but, no matter what happens, your moment will pass. Then the world is onto its next unfortunate fad. And you are the old forgotten thing. And no one is anyone.
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Where’s Our Woodstock?
In the mixed-reviewed documentary Have A Good Trip: Adventures in Psychedelics, celebrities recount their wildest psychedelic experiences—some profound, but most ridiculous. What it fails to mention is the deeply political potential of acid…
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The Way of a Disillusioned Girl
I met Jack Kerouac and Dean Moriarty last summer. It was my third week of being a bank teller in Waukesha, Wisconsin. First Federal Bank of Wisconsin was my mighty employer and I their ever-faithful employee…
