My first interview as El Gaviero Ediciones’s editor:
(El Cultural, El Mundo)
Alt Lit Journals by Alexa Rank


I’ve been looking at all these summer lists for somewhere to submit my work. And being such a nerd I thought I’d compile a ranking of them by Alexa rating so that I could submit where the most people could see my work. Just thought I’d share the results with people:

1. Hobart - 2,741,597


"The internet, like most spaces, is a male dominated place, but the specific wormhole of the web I’d discovered seemed to be the most blatant and accurate display of its masculinity. There was something violent in a faceless man hovering pantsless over the picture of a woman. If I played all the videos at once, in different windows on the screen of my Macbook, that would be the patriarchy given definitive form: hundreds of dicks ejaculating on the faces of women."

Excerpt from I Want to be a Tribute Star. 

You can read the rest of my essay on tribute porn, desire, and masculinity here

(via seemstween)


'it is good' by melissa broder, a page from our book the yolo pages !!!! you can order a copy of the yolo pages here !!!! 

"Womanliness can be assumed and worn as a mask" exhibiting this piece @ Rundgang, The Royal Danish Academy of Fine Arts. Opening today. 

Inventory #527: Illuminati Girl Gang, Vol. 4



When I arrived, I saw my pen pal’s room had a white board propped against the wall—a list of all the debts he owed. He played me a song by a band I’d never heard & stared at the speakers, asked Doesn’t this want to make you live a hundred more years? as if we’d lived a hundred already.

—From my essay, “Floor Plans,” published in the newest issue of Illuminati Girl Gang, sold here.

Lauren Oyler has written a list of essential reading from the New Wave Vomit archives, for Dazed Digital
read it here
"Hard up for cash, the whales began renting out their stomachs to summer vacationers. It was a novelty, staying in the belly of a whale, like the teepee-shaped motels that still exist off the highways in some parts of Arizona. The whales would come right up to the shore and allow tourists to step into their patiently opened mouths, drag wheeled suitcases and whining children over their plankton-flecked baleens. At night, the hastily installed generators—for the tourists’ laptops and hair dryers and light fixtures—caused the whales to hum and glow like bobbing lanterns at the edge of the beach. By day, the whales huddled in pods as their tenants splashed and sunbathed, occasionally summoning one of the animals over so a pair of flip-flops or sunglasses could be retrieved. The older whales refused to participate, at first, in what they perceived to be a grave wound to the species’ dignity, but they died off or came around as the young whales gained influence, their pockets flush with easy money."
Cassandra de Alba, The Whales (via papercranechronicles)

so these 3 lovelies arrived in the mail today. ‘bout to have a talk with finnegan pronto.