My Time with Marilyn
Marilyn glowed as if some radioactive core lay beneath her skin. Her breasts came to uplifted peaks, the nipples traced like two short fingertips. Full story
The Wizard of the Saddle Rides Again
The Dark Specter of History in Memphis
Hung Like a Gastropod
The Rigors of a Snail-Genital Illustrator
Austerity's Drug of Choice
Sisa Is Nasty Shit
This Is What Winning Looks Like
Chaos and Corruption in Afghanistan
The Fat Farms of Mauritania
Pack on Those Pounds, Ladies
Jerks Are Exploiting Cambodia's Orphans
Get It Together, People
