“Come on. We’ll split one. What’s the worst that can happen?” Most of us have uttered some iteration of this line over the years. On a tame day, we might have been speaking of a donut. A bolder evening might have found us thirteen and smiling over a small bottle of Grey Goose. A few … Continue reading
Author Archives: Marina R.
[Confession] I Used To Be A “Slut,” But Have I Become A Prude?
Sometimes, I feel as if I have woken up in an alien realm where sex is everywhere, but nothing is sexy. Continue reading
Generation Y Feminism
Feminism is NOT always “inclusive,” “celebratory,” or “desirable” – feminism is often brutal and hard and really fucking angry. Continue reading
[CONFESSION] Letter To The Girl You Hate Because She Is Just Like You
I used to be her: Wanting a boy because he was good. Acting like nothing could touch me, but desperate and hungry and broken inside. Continue reading
Jail for a Night
I went to Terror Behind the Walls this weekend. It’s an old jail in Philadelphia that is transformed into a horror house every Halloween season. The sprawling grounds are infested with gruesome zombies, escaped convicts, depraved prison guards, and they sidle up to you in the dark, even while you wait on line…slowly approach, sniff … Continue reading
Sexless In Japan: A Nation’s Choice To Remain Celibate & Single
YIKES. These are not issues exclusive to Japan. Just as Japan is ahead of us technologically, perhaps these celibate singles are a harbinger of what is to come soon in our own bedrooms. Continue reading
I saw him shove her. “Nat,” I whispered, “I think, he-” My words froze as he punched her pregnant stomach. A palpable tension had descended on the subway platform in Columbus Circle. Couples turned to one another with worried whispers. Glances lost their subtlety, and people openly stared at the raging man, who had just … Continue reading
I Love The Smell Of Sweat
I love the smell of male sweat and, when I am all reptile, their feet. Not all men, of course, but those with whose bodily odors I have the privilege of mingling intimately. I love the full bodied sharpness, the sour undertones, the hints of bitterness…every inhale a profane blessing. And I love my own … Continue reading
Cuddle Puddle In Portland
“So, should we go lie down next to L?” He was standing over me, 6”4, shirtless, sweat beading on his belly, rugged and raw and manly in the unrelenting Oregon sun. I emptied my cup of wine in one quick swallow and wordlessly walked over to the grassy patch where my best friend was drying … Continue reading
If Your Best Friend Gets A Nose Job, Is She Still A Feminist?
Was it with the stark justice of a child in an elementary school classroom? Was it when you first felt grown men’s eyes on you and walking through the street felt like being caught in a spider’s web? Was it when your boyfriend’s father squeezed your breasts under the Christmas tree without looking at you? … Continue reading
Daughters and Fathers
According to my grandmother, she spun her hair around scrunchies in tight, purposeful patterns and hid them in my mother’s closet, she put her lips to every cup in our home, she left faint traces of X marks made of cayenne pepper and ashes in our backyard, she placed lace satchels with rose petals, jasmine, … Continue reading