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Sex Sold Out

Issue #15, Spring 2003

"Love is the answer," Woody Allen said, "but while you're waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions." While little shocks these days, it is curious what brings men and women to their knees. We happen to agree with Woody Allen's kindred spirit, Gertrude Stein, who wrote "Literature—creative literature—unconcerned with sex, is inconceivable." Certainly, we cannot conceive how the stories of Denis Johnson, "Xmas in Las Vegas," and Mark Jude Poirier, "I, Maggot," won't leave you stirred, shaken, and reaching for a cigarette. If, however, they don't lift your skirt, Charles Simic's libidinous poems coupled with artist Howie Michels's marvelously bawdy drawings (suitable pin-ups for the intellectual set) are guaranteed to set your pulse a gallop. There's also a healthy, red-blooded dose of first-person reporting from the trenches of love. Go with editor-at-large Elissa Schappell as she dons a raccoon suit and delves into the sexual sub-subgenre of "furries" at a furrie convention. So turn the page, go ahead—don't be shy. We won't bite, unless you ask us to.

Denis Johnson

XMAS IN LAS VEGAS • He got what he ached for, which was to touch her, or anyone like her.

Martha McPhee

THE ANTHROPOLOGY OF SEX • Slowly I inserted myself until I could see that Lucian was quite confused, then hopeful about a pair of sisters.

Dylan Landis

JAZZ • It could be true, but it could also be a lie, that a teenage boy can get an erection just by brushing against a woman's arm on the bus.

Miranda July

THE MOVES • They were mostly about speed and pressure in different combinations.

Mark Jude Poirier

I, MAGGOT • The falling maggots gave him an idea: The rotting meat was not enough by itself; he needed something beautiful to represent the love he felt for Geraldine.

Steve Almond

THE BREAKUP VOWS • Would she stand up in court and point dramatically at Val's lovely snatch and say: What we are looking at, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, is the perfect murder weapon.

Michael Lowenthal

YOU DON'T SEE THE OTHER PERSON LOOKING BACK • Could a week among sightless gay men allow a man to see something new about desire?

Mario Vargas Llosa (trans. Natasha Wimmer)

THE PERMANENT ERECTION • The raw lust that is Rio's Carnaval.

Albert Mobilio

PEEP SHOW: THIS MUSEUM WANTS TO SEX YOU UP • If you struck a piñata labeled the Sexual Revolution, here is what would spill out.

Francine Prose

THE JOY OF BAD SEX • It's a lot more fun to write about bad sex than to have it.

Elissa Schappell

SEX & THE SINGLE SQUIRREL • Getting down and dirty as your inner animal at a furrie convention.

Elizabeth Benedict

WHAT'S LUST GOT TO DO WITH IT? • Married sex is hot, at least in some good fiction.

Gardner McFall

FIRST WE KISS
WEATHERWORN

Tom Sleigh

CANNIBAL LOVE

Timothy Liu

DISTANT LAUGHTER

Charles Simic

MY BELOVED
PRETTY WATCHBAND
STRAY DOGS

Olena Kalytiak Davis

POEM CONVINCING YOU TO LEAVE YOUR WIFE
TO LOVE

Les Murray

A STUDY OF THE NUDE
MYTHOLOGY

Thomas Healy

THE ORDER OF THINGS

Sharon Dolin

BERZERKLY
EYED

Edward Nobles

MISPLACED PASSION

Carol Ann Duffy

THE LONG QUEEN

Tom Byrnes

LAW BY DAY, DILDOS BY NIGHT • Sex toys, religion, and the internet.

Matty Lee

The tricks of the trade, starting at age thirteen, by a switch-hitting pro.

Gerry Howard

THE MANDARIN AND THE HIPSTER

Kera Bolonik

JULIA PARADISE

John Marr

THE SMELL OF MUSK

Bill Wadsworth

SWEETMEATS: THE SECRET POEMS OF PAUL VERLAINE

Lynn Sampson

IN THE FIG GARDENS • From biblical Eden to contemporary Fresno, the fig is the most sensual of tasty mysteries.

Henry Alford

MY TWO HUSBANDS WAS TURNIPS