#chicago lit

[heteroboremative-blog]

hi! i’m organizing a curated feminist sex writing reading series called Smut ~ if you’re in Chicago you should consider reading/attending. i’m really excited about it.

Smut is a consciousness-raising project: we believe in the importance of publicizing the private. we want to muddle popular narratives that frame sex in absolutes.

the event’s at the Auxiliary Art Center on May 8th. if you have any questions or want to contribute message me or email us at [email protected]

[heyselfdefeater]

Kate and I met at the Pilsen for supper on my twentysecond birthday. It was May, and unseasonably hot. I’d opened my tie. Even before looking at the dinner menu, we ordered a bottle of Mumm’s and a dozen oysters apiece. Rudi made a sly remark when he brought the oysters on platters of ice. They were freshly opened and smelled of the sea. I’d heard people joke about oysters being aphrodisiac but never considered it anything but a myth–the kind of idea they still had in the old country.

We squeezed on lemon, added dabs of horseradish, slid the oysters into our mouths, and then rinsed the shells with champagne and drank the salty, cold juice.

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