My efforts in exploring and experimenting with music have been a life-long journey; something which I continue to […]
Category Archive: Issue #2
I can’t breathe when I’m at school. I don’t know how noticeable it is, but if you sit […]
“ 點解你甘黑？” . There was a reason why I avoided those family junctions. The way I perceived myself—the […]
The trick to a good blowjob is to not overthink it. Don’t start thinking about the way it tastes on your tongue, or the way the tip hits the back of your throat. You’ll lose rhythm, lose the pressure in your hand; the essential nature of the act. Put on your best show. Make sure your eyes roll to the back of your head––lashes sticky from glue. Mentally prepare yourself beforehand––remember to keep your mouth wet and your moans genuine. Sound like you’re choking. Sound like you’re dying. They like it.
A shadow of darkness, a veil devoid of colour or feeling. A singular place, neither here northere, in […]
Headline: “A couple of Italian men predict a future generation’s overall aesthetic” (it’s quite amusing, really). Or maybe […]
It has been only within the last few years that I have come to the realization that I […]
(CW: body image, dysphoria, dieting for medical issues, disordered thinking) What does it mean to be fat? Recently, […]
A blanket of tranquility with the ability to burn Vessel of the universe’s infinite stardust Rim red, around […]
“Why not?” Disappointing, yes. But I should have known that when you ask a simple question, you get […]
To exist in the limelight is to understand that you will be pictured in a homoerotic relationship.
My sadness no longer belongs to me.
It has become a consumer good. A fetish. A commodity that companies leverage to deviously rake in profit.
Modern artistic society has contorted the unassuming adverb “objectively” into its very own Frankenstein’s monster, with no way of reversing the cataclysmic effect this word may have on an artist’s work.
You are not a femcel. You are a victim.
Girl is not to woman as boy is to man. Boy becomes man when he turns eighteen, girl becomes woman when man no longer wants to fuck her. To escape the label of ‘girl’ is to be respected but not desired.
a poem by Sipora West This poem was written to compliment my zine, other people’s clothes. other people’s […]
When most people think of classic rock, it’s only a matter of seconds before several momentous names cross […]