A digital magazine on sexuality, based in the Global South: We are working towards cultivating safe, inclusive, and self-affirming spaces in which all individuals can express themselves without fear, judgement or shame

Kiss

An impression of red lips on a white surface.

I will meet you post quarantine

A kiss for the side of your neck One for the last of your back For a year that we couldn’t meet I will meet you in December And warm up the year-long winter Digital ropes on your white wrists Each moan like expensive porcelain crashing on slippery marble I will clothe your body in…
an abstract painting of various shades of green and blue

Poems

Girl, when you blow your boy, or boy, when you go down on her, or when both of you use a toy, and all the world's a blur, I know it feels like heaven, you too violate 377.   Moments before she died (December, 2012) It is the night of foreboding her skin is again…
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