Skull
by Steve Almond
"It gave me great pleasure to touch her there. You know, anyone can love the other parts of her." *the fall fiction issue*
Twelve
by Maureen Gibbon
"There is one thing Nona has never told anyone about, not because it is a bad thing, but because it is a good thing, and a powerful one." *the fall fiction issue*
Group Groping
by Tobin Levy
How "friend communities" dictate our sexual direction. A Q&A with Ethan Watters, author of Urban Tribes.
Punks, Feeling Lucky by Michael Martin We were worried about sounding too smart," says Angus Andrew, explaining why his band rejected potential names like Tumbling Walls Buried Me in the Debris. Ultimately christened Liars (note: a Google search for "The Liars" will bring you all matter of Christian websites), the Brooklyn-based foursome claim to have strictly non-elitist intentions. "We figured that calling yourself a liar is the most honest thing you can do," says Andrew, who denies reports that he's inordinately fond of dropping trou onstage.
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