“A Freak in Bed” | Natasha Akery

The first time my ethnicity was connected to my sexuality was in ninth grade French class. The boy was a pothead wearing a tie dye t-shirt, and even though he was lame I wanted him to think I was cool. I let him talk to me about pornography and sex so I could seem like…

Speaking Rudes: After Mona Lisa | Meredith Leigh Payton

*This poem comes from the author’s manuscript, Hollering Girls.*

You are known for your smile, yet
when my face contorts like yours the
man on the street spews “cheer up, baby!” or
“smile for me sweetheart!”…

Tides | Kayla Allen

she was tired of the way
the tides moved her
so she decided
to take down the moon.
she climbed into the tired stars on
a creaky ladder
and peeled it away
like a band-aid
and it came away sticky
with dark sky
like blood.
she crushed it into a ball
and the sky-blood smeared her hands
and she…

2 Poems | Ashley Cadrian

Good Girl

sometimes I wonder if I am being a good girl.
if you can see any of the hairs above my mouth
or on my chin,
if the striking velvet lipstick I wear hides the trembling of my lips,
am I being a good girl?
is my caramel foundation hiding the flaws
in my…

Featured Friday | Meet Sophia E. Terazawa

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How Tall Beauty Is | Charlotte San Juan

Be tall:
mink-wrapped
a billboard of American implants,
open-mouthed, milk-faced.

In the Redwoods | Alex Vigue

Roy broke into six different ATMs. He didn’t need the money because his aunt had left him with enough to get by on but he couldn’t help himself. He was angry that she was gone and he was angry that his hair was still long. The funeral took priority.

Featured Friday | Meet Feral Kitty

Fem: How did you get your start as a LGBTQ writer?

Feral Kitty: For many years now, writing has been a way to express myself. It has given me a chance to tell stories about the characters in my world: to write about the type of people I’ve…

2 Poems | Anonymous

How to Love a Cop

Don’t ask him how his day went.
Hold the words inside you.
Let them flutter in your throat.
Hope their wings show in your eyes.
He will tell you if he wants to.

Featured Friday | Meet Jourden Sander

Fem: Who are your favorite authors and why? How have they influenced your perspective as a…