If you’re a filthy bandit and a Sade-loving belletrist, who gets his/her/zher kinks and kicks from the aesthetic beauty of the written word, then I’m sending you straight to bed and assigning you Adult Magazine as homework.
Adult Mag has gorgeously fleshy writing that aligns with a gorgeously fleshy look, like a sexy matching bra and panties set. Existing in print form—which the co-founders imagine as a “discrete object…meant to feel like both a secret and a time capsule”—as well as online—“a separate and equal entity…the smartest, and sometimes dirtiest, of chat rooms”—this is one of the most unique publications I have encountered recently.
With regular online columns like ‘Mornings After’, ‘Exposures’, and ‘Belles-Lettres’, encompassing content that is as poetic as it is penetrating, be ready to commit hours to the Internet rabbit hole in which you’ll find yourself. Ease in slow with this article on David Cronenberg by Catherine Miller or dive right in with Can the Cocksucker Speak? by Chelsea G. Summers. This contemporary magazine, co-founded by Berkeley Poole and Sarah Nicole Prickett, is smart, funny, and juicier than an exploding peach. Not to mention, proof that magazines aren’t going anywhere.
Oh, and did I mention Adult Mag is all about sex? Yeah, I think you got it.
Image borrowed from Adult Mag article “I’m Not Myself You See” by LARISSA PHAM
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