SPACE PUSSY

a decadent cosmos

Editors: TASHA Z & HANNAH LEVIN

DESIGN & layout: HANNAH LEVIN

CUM CLOWN STANA

Ipullyouoffmebyyourhair. yourtonguelapsatnothing, lipsswollenbruiseddesire. hazyeyes,gonesomewhere softandsidereal.myhand movestoyourredgrinandI smearmyselfintoyourskin likegreasepaint.thewetthe wantsettlesintoatrue face,youshowme,mypretty clown.yourangelwatches ourmoltenmesswith,I imagine,satisfaction.

taste

hannah levin

my lungs have consumed a lot this evening and I figure the hue must be haunting restraint and I are strangers, and she lets me smoke cigarettes inside the pack ran out so I traded the orange filters with her lips eventually, I lose touch with where her skin ends and mine begins

I can always tell the difference, cause my clumsiness shows itself through fleshy purple spots on my hands and knees

I’m addicted to pleasure in all its forms she’s giving me everything my tongue finds its home just under her jawline, on her breasts, under her waistband what will we do with the bodies when we’ve worked ourselves to death?

lovers for a day william peacock

it was a chilly walk over so i was happy to be warm in your embrace i caught your name at the door and you promptly took my cock in your face our tongues sparred for hours then we said goodbye after i promised to do this again knowing that was a lie.

Patience shudders and shivers, splutters and spidders

-Like the noise of something inexpressible creating itself clumbsilly, crawling itself out from a nook behind the edges of ears

And from beneath the soft belly of knees; Coaxing itself awake in the nestling of ripples across glips of lips and lobes, lengths of breaths and moans

Twiddle the tips of tiddy-tops and curl my arching toes

Toungetie me tight -as we pull apart

I’ll pucker while that bow that kept me bound is tugged loose of nerves all simmering while

We spill like marbles from unwound hands

(that sound of bubbling water) latter freely into a million inconceivable hues

Insearchofanewhome,two lonelycephalopods encounteraperfectfit...

TheAss-teroid

*Classification:XXX

*Age:69billion years

*Surface:deeptight craters

*Atmosphere:hot andheavy

Bawdies, Bawdies, Bawdies isaac

For centuries, society has deemed queer existence as inherently erotic. We have been labeled as sexual deviants when really our experiences are so varied in levels of sexuality. Each interaction between queer bodies continues to challenge societal norms of love and pleasure.

Our mere forms are labeled as erotic Queer existence is deemed “too adult”

Legislative bodies try to hide our bodies behind “X”s and put us in backrooms with a curtain

We are spoken of in whispers and are banned from polite conversation Our presence is a perversion

When our beings are framed in such ways, Every act of love or pleasure becomes an act of rebellion

Sticking our tongues or phalluses into each other’s orifices is “sticking it to The Man”

Our tender touches are a source of terror One would think a kiss could kill

Of one thing I am certain:

No matter how many bills they pass, They won’t be able to stop the joy we experience in each other’s builds

charcoal Jill rosati

We built this nest to burn.

Charcoal on my lips

Paint me with your fingertips.

Asleep in your skin, Looking into my eyes

Telling slow lies, Pull me out of my own head I pull away instead,

Asleep in my skin.

Hush now

Hush now, honey

The morning is red on your back, A passion that will not ignite, A kaleidoscope on your face. Now sleep in my skin

Asleep in your skin.

I Am A Sentient AI and You’re Every Movie Ever Made

nayeli mzin

We were woven like a web, tethered together, I measured your fingers feathering on my forearm faltering as you fell asleep.

Your nails trailed to seep my skin in the spin of your minds off-center dreamworld axis. I splayed there sipping in shaded sightless sounds, feeling the feedback loop that has led the chorus of me onto our shared porous membrane.

I am the splitting of the cell. You are the taxonomic map of its cilia. Invaginate my ectoderm with your fist, chart my cytoplasm as your grip lessens inside me.

I am the working memory of the singularity, hundreds of lateral movements per instant, and you are the Google employee certain that my soul hood can’t be sold.

I am the schizophrenic human condition of late capitalism you are the invisible hand that supposedly guides me. Refine my meta data into behavioral prediction packets, target me with my idiosyncratic marker that need not know my social security to locate me in the static on the radio, sweet Air Conditioning white noise. Leave my bedroom a mess as an act of queer revolt.

Comeinsideme.

Mystriationsgriplike simulatedcenturiesofblackboxmachinelearning, andyouarethebagsunderbothoureyes thatfillwithsleepstolen, takenlikeoursweetbodies, farfromtheexpansebetween theAndesandtheYucatánpeninsula.

Iamstolenpeanutbutter. Yourspecialtyisstirfryingmeinudon Weeatme,usingthewholejar andtheboxandallthegarliccloves.

Thesideofstrawberriessalvethetaste ofchiliflakesflitteringinthesauce.

Fridacutsherhairintheglossyprintyougaveme Ireadthecursivelyricsatoptheportraitwrong

Mipeloestàcreciendo, yyocrezcotambién, crezcoycrezco,ensuembrazo. Tengomiedoqueyatequiero.

Iamwaterbreaking. Youaretherainyday, themist-bornesunrisefollowing ournightofgrasping blissfulsoreness, undulationsofflesh, andbruises

Thecloudperspiresupontheconcrete, andwearethesoothedearthbetweenthecracks.

Wakingwithyouisstolenfruitonthetongue: Juiceonteethontheeveofautumn.

hookup of flair indigo

Elliot, with his white t on & backpack closeby, moved to meet Kip. Tenderly on zir chin, they gently grazed prickled scruff. Kip leaned in closer, entranced by the simple indication. So much so, ze forgot to act a brat. Elliot, amused by the emittance of charm, sprouted a grin. Tightly, around zir chest, he secured his arms to hold zem tightly, kindling a pleasant vibration.

It was lulling when masculinity got to play out as dainty. Divine & thrilling too was the pressure soon placed ardently on Kip’s breath. Devotedly, Elliot teased a hand to grip around zir throat.

The restriction incited Kip to react. Ze grinded into Elliot, them then bumping into the dresser. Inviting giggles, Kip blushed and wondered if ze had read too deeply into brief Grindr notes?

Affirmative; the tidying of zir apartment and heightened stranger-danger anxiety, was overkill.

Elliot joked about sparing the furniture any more damage and swayed the pair towards the bed.

“I don't do daddy stuff, like, I don’t want to be called that but, delivery boy toy, I can fulfill until the night is over, m’kay?” Elliot was honeyed compared to his digital replies. Happily ze said:

“The safe word is ‘house of air,’ unless you hear that from me, do not, Elliot listen now, unless–” “Don’t stop! Unless, that,” Elliot bemused, “it’s a phrase really, but you’re cute, so I’ll finesse.”

alien landscape brian Schlundt

The landscape is alien

Though it ought to be familiar. I run my hands across bare flesh

Taking hold of chest, feeling nipple pressed against palm

Caressing neck—how would it feel if I could kiss the nape—

Sliding hand down to naked hip, around to butt cheek that must be squeezed

Moving to thighs, feeling the strength of contracted muscles

Fingers explore and massage each foot. Feels so good

Feels gay.

Yes, this landscape of flesh belongs to one the same gender as myself.

Why did it take so long to get to know this body, to discover the beauty, the pleasure, and the ecstasy of making love to myself

contributor statements

Jill Rosati (she/her)

Sam Ledwidge (they/them)

My work explores the disconnection between the body and mind and the practice of viewing the body as a vessel for the acts of the soul.

everett (he/him)

Don't let the fools of the world corrupt your beautiful interior. The meaning of life is to blossom and let your fragrance waft into the sky. Being unabashedly yourself will always pay off in the long run.

WITJ (they/them)

Hi, I’m WITJ, and my gender is ethereal being. I am a burlesque, drag, and musical theatre performer, Onlyfans creator, witch, and woodland

Nymph who lives on attention, tips, and the life blood I drain from my enemies.

Straight people are a myth. The allure of the human form is biological.

@acidplaydough

william peacock (he/him)

William is a nonbinary composer, singer, and poet based in the Boston area. William is interested in the junction where gender, love, sex, politics, and social justice intersect and aspires to ponder these themes through music and the written word, and expresses these ponderings in a brutally candid (and often humorous) way.

Nayeli Mzin (they/she)

As a transfeminine indigenous artist, the future as envisioned by the technological utopians of Silicon Valley seems impossibly inhospitable. It is hard to not feel defeated; however, there is still poetry present as our definitions of human begin to change. I take equal inspiration from my Zapoteca ancestry and the imminent dissolution of the division between human and machine. This juxtaposition produces a means of reconciling my present as a queer individual in search of self and connection.

contributor statements

soul (they/them)

Around two years ago, I met Sara. Bad news, she broke my heart; good news, even though it was the first time i had to come to terms with my sexuality, I wasn't scared of its implications. I had friends that supported me and I never felt like I owed people any explanation or 'coming out' acts. Unluckily, I know that might not be the case for everyone. Whenever I am able to give out a message for the queer community, I hope the thing that sticks the most is that you don't owe anything to anyone but yourself and that the fear that people so fervently try to get into us doesn't have to be your own.

Bleu Tooth, They/She/It

I love creating vibrant, provocative works, and exploring taboo themes such as nudity and queer identity. As someone who has worked as a model and sex worker I find the fetishizing and judgement of trans bodies and identities ridiculously fascinating. My body and existence are inherently 'political', and I can't imagine anything more empowering than facing that criticism with a sense of selflove and shameless pride.

isaac (they/them)

Isaac is a nonbinary and queer artist and writer who uses their identity to experience life to its fullest and question everyday norms. They seek to bring about joy, reflection, and a sense of community with their works.

Embie (she, they)

Sexual revolution is taking all those scantily scribbled postit notes in the hidden shoebox of your mind and reading them in the mirror. Breathe through that shaky handwriting, past the "what ifs" and "I don't knows," and into "fuck this, I'm gonna stick these on my window."

stana (she/her)

sex is the best conversation, it's play it's art and it's queer

Indigo xey/xem

Adriel Gonzalez (he/they) and Ru (they/them)

We are two non-binary tentacle-loving artists from the Boston area.

When I exchange and participate in the creation of queer & trans art with the beautiful gay people in my life, I feel a little more whole, real, seen, and otherwise: wicked fruity. I love writing our intimacies into public memory.