Sex
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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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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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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,…
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About That Whole “Men Are Sex Fiends” Thing…
Well, this is interesting: “…for most of Western history, from ancient Greece to beginning of the nineteenth century, women were assumed to be the sex-crazed porn fiends of their day.” Alyssa Goldstein chronicles the process by which that stereotype flipped…
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Trigger Warning
I was not surprised to see that a large number of reviews took issue not with the writing or the plot or the structure, but with the main character’s sexuality; but even I was startled by the vitriol of many…
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Writs of Passion
In case you missed it last week, check out Steve Almond’s “Why I Write Smut: A Manifesto.” It’s an excerpt from Writs of Passion, a set of six tiny books made up of Almond’s stories and essays that are too dirty…
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“Attention Is the First and Final Act of Love”
Steve Almond’s Writs of Passion is “the best Valentine’s gift money can buy,” at least according to About.com (and us!). About.com guide Corey Silverberg interviewed Almond about pleasure, emotional danger, and how to write sex scenes. A preview: …even if we do…
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Why I Write Smut: A Manifesto
Because I’ve devoted perhaps eighty percent of my adult waking hours to thinking about sex, and it seems dishonest to pretend otherwise in my work.
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More or Less
In her dorm, Kisha undid my jeans. Her finger held the tab of my zipper. I heard the teeth release. My pants caught around my ankles as Kisha’s hand slipped under the elastic of my briefs. I snatched her wrist,…

