Sex
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The Rumpus Interview with April Flores and Carlos Batts
Carlos Batts, an award-winning photographer/director, and April Flores, a model/actress plus-sized adult film star, chat with us about their collaborative book, Fat Girl.
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The Slut-Shaming of Anthony Weiner
What would it look like to slut shame a middle-aged, heterosexual man?
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Johns, Marks, Tricks, and Chickenhawks: The Rumpus Interview with Veronica Monet
Despite my college diploma and seven years in corporate jobs, I had a lot to learn about being a successful escort.
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Johns, Marks, Tricks, and Chickenhawks: The Rumpus Interview with Chester Brown
Chester Brown is an award-winning Toronto cartoonist who wrote the graphic memoir Paying For It
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Public Sex, Private Lives: The Rumpus Interview with Simone Jude
I wanted to present three complicated portraits that raise important questions, not just about what it means to be a porn performer, but what it means to be a sexually open woman
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Johns, Marks, Tricks and Chickenhawks: The Rumpus Interview with Sam Benjamin
Porn was always stronger than me, and it still is.
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The Rumpus Interview with Susan Wright
Susan Wright, activist, writer, and founder of the National Coalition for Sexual Freedom, sits down to discuss the recent Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders updates, and what they mean for the kink community.
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Admit You’ve Paid For It: The Savage Honesty of David Henry Sterry
Writer, performer, educator, and activist David Henry Sterry talks about the deep cultural roots of shame associated with the American sex industry, and how freeing it can be to bleed out the truth about our lives as buyers and sellers…
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Johns, Marks, Tricks and Chickenhawks: The Rumpus Interview with Annie M. Sprinkle
Being a whore was great preparation for being an artist.
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Captain Save-A-Ho
I’d been down that road a million times before and had learned the hard way that unless you had some kind of special line just for them, it never paid to give a client your phone number.
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When Faggots Shoot
It takes two years before Bob shows his gun collection to me. The guns are in the corner closet of a room I’ve slept in over thirty times. He opens the slatted door with a key, and one by one,…
