credit to for @calmness_totem for the logo, @socializmus for photograph of Vladimir Lenin and painting of Helmsman.
Yet the fact that there is not a child “per se” means above all that childhood is not a fixed stage which the adult age simply follows, but that there is a permanence of childhood regarding not only this but society in general.
A book by GUY HOCQUENGHEM and RENÉ SCHÉRER.
In early modern urban centers of developing capitalism, Chitty finds that sexuality was a flashpoint in struggles by the developing bourgeoisie to simultaneously overthrow the dominance of aristocratic regimes and manage the surplus labor populations of primarily young men whose labor they sought to exploit.
A review by ADAM FALES.
and in me sleep engulfs / your name
Poems by ALEX AVERBUCH.
и во мне сон обтекает / имя твое
стихи АЛЕКСАНДР АВЕРБУХ.
If Banaji is right, then the false antithesis between production and circulation animating formalist Marxist historiography can no longer be sustained.
A review by FRA.
Change your son's Disney character to be a gay character. Tell him he is going to have sex with his best friend, and that it will really turn his life around.
Prose by ORGAN BANK.
Sweeter still than the terrible spilled blood / is the perfect face of the world’s future.
A Poem by EFRAÍN HUERTA.
Pues más dulce que la terrible sangre derramada / es el rostro perfecto del futuro del mundo.
Un Poema de EFRAÍN HUERTA.
Turn your attention to how easily information is transmitted / To the speed at which the stream passes through us
A poem by RUTHIA JENRBEKOVA.
Обратите внимание как легко передается информация / С какой скоростью проходит сквозь нас поток
Стихотворение РУФИЯ ДЖЕНРБЕКОВА.
For Soviet citizens, watching the popular film *Circus*—about a Black child finding acceptance in the USSR—and reading Samuel Marshak's poems on racial equality were one thing. But fully internalizing their message—’racism is bad’—was another.
An essay by KIRILL MEDVEDEV.
We think that life has taught you without our help that not everything that’s called a union is aimed at the protection of workers’ rights.
An article by IVAN SHOGOLEV.
If you cull, thin and thrust a Gay Marxist from your Communist party, from your Socialist party , from your bourgeoisie-populist party , from your people’s party, from your African Socialist party, from your inanely bourgeois-cynically bourgeoisie party, then bliss, knowledge and eternity will re-make you a multi-potent Gay in your re-birth.
A poem by ALEXANDER OPICHO.
I didn’t become rich because I wanted to rub my balls on people’s brains, but I didn’t not become rich because I wanted to rub my balls on people’s brains. I’m not alone in this.
Prose by Z.H. GILL.
Comics by HUNTER CHAINLIFT.
If there exists a cornerstone for the album it's here, in this cheeky fatalism that wants you wondering where the bit ends and the despair begins.
An album debut from KING DOM CUMMIES.
So I say you should just try it out and go from there, sweetie.
The second edition of our recurring column with the undefeatable AUNT ENID.
I feel a mix of admiration and concern at Chu’s boldness at welcoming accusations of straightforward misogyny
A review by S NOWAK.
simply making sausage out of your old shit isn’t going to get the books moving off the shelves
A review by ANONYMOUS.
I reproduce my nausea at market—I call it inventive.
Prose by KAY GABRIEL.
I thought then what I know now: everyone masturbates but class makes for us separate methods.
Prose by PATRICK DURGIN.
They are talking as if you can talk in a helicopter. And I am telling you that you cannot talk in a helicopter.
A poem by VANESSA PLACE.
and the kids? where are they / they are playing in the disquiet
Poems by NASTYA DENISOVA.
вот суета / а дети где / они играют в суете
Стихотворение НАСТИ ДЕНИСОВОЙ.
they tear apart the road with their movement and drive desire / into a movement without a majority
Poems by GALINA RYMBU.
движением разрывают дорогу и желание вбивают / в движение без большинства
Стихи ГАЛИНЫ РЫМБУ.
Predatory and potent / erotic assimilations / stack in the sky
A poem by CASSANDRA TROYAN.
do you care more about sodomy as noun / or verb?
A poem by ROSIE STOCKTON.
gunpowder** / made out of boredom, / and retribution, / in that order.
A poem by NORA FULTON.
A propane streak in the otherwise Dismal grid has / Glands at the sides of her face to pump the aura
A poem by MATTHIAS KODAT.
they / call themselves “heterosexuals” / they / are just afraid to love
A poem by NIKITA SUNGATOV.
они / называют себя «гетеросексуалы» / они / просто боятся любить
Стихотворение НИКИТЫ СУНГАТОВА.
in the / last scene the strangled / and the strangler / have the same expression.
Poetry by YARROW YES WOODS.
Walking to the convenience store, seeing the sense organs of the dead on the sidewalk.
A poem by JAKE SYMBOL.
Comrade Borodin pointed out to me that I should not attach too much significance to the article on homosexuality in the Great Soviet Encyclopaedia because (he said) its author was a homosexual himself
A letter to J.V. Stalin from concerned communist HARRY WHYTE.
The “hope” of finding one, or of finding love, any less alienated than “the heterosexual community” is a dim one, carrying with it inevitable disappointment as long as we seek it along these lines, with the assumption that our homo-ness is constructive of an imagined community rather than a condemnation of the whole fucking system of patriarchal relations upon which our current regime of alienation was built upon.
a recurring column with our loving AUNT ENID.
it is a community called Je suis ... - followed by a quantifier of its non-existence; a community of carriers of European supervalues shot through by ISIS.
An essay by ELENA KOSTYLEVA.
это общность под названием Je sui… — и дальше квантор не-существования; общность носителей европейских сверхценностей, расстрелянных ИГИЛ.
Tекст ЕЛЕНЫ КОСТЫЛЕВОЙ.
In defense of "paranoia". An essay by L.A. LEERE.
A Triptych of Essays Examining Anatomical Indeterminacy and Erotic Skillsets
By JULES JOANNE GLEESON.
I leave home. Outside my building I find twenties tucked between portraits of the chairman. I cry in my car and we never call each other again.
Prose by sung.
During the insurrection people set up these big cooperative kitchens and worked together around getting food and eating it together.
Guest prose by PINKO editor ME O'BRIEN.
let’s go!!! get up gayboy the crayon war is coming down on us
Poems by MANUEL TZOC BUCUP.
something for us to take with us in the quiet of our collective death
A poem by JOEY YEAROUS-ALGOZIN.
I do my hair and mod challenges lying ahead in not even the grave
Two poems by GORDON FAYLOR.
The absence of judgment and time’s forgetfulness absolve my conscience always already silent
Two poems by ANTON IVANOV.
I am speaking here about a long road traveled to get rid of homoseuxality. Or for it to take me away.
The newly translated preface to a book by GUY HOCQUENGHEM.
mounds of hewn beef shudder under the singing of birds
Poems by ILYA DANISHEVSKY.
куски мяса вздрагивают под пение птиц
стихи ИЛЬИ ДАНИШЕВСКОГО.
Men fucking outside, so it's not winter.
A poem by ANDREW J SMYTH.
A comic by SARAH.
HOMINTERN is not a good magazine.
A palate cleanser from THE EDITORS.
I don’t want to facilitate the flow of thousands of Keurig cups to people with more money than they can spend; I want them to fucking choke on it and leave me alone.
An essay by ELASTICO GOMEZ.
Periodizing “fictitious capital” in economic discourse.
An essay by FRA.
The past is useless and the future is stupid. “No worker who is fighting against a boss is going to ask, ‘And then what?’ The fight against the boss is everything”.
A review by KEVIN ROGAN.
I’m not joking. / I’m not playing this for laughs. / I’m not out here, making this stuff up.
A poem by JOSEF KAPLAN.
lesbian jihad begins with a faithful bitch
A poem by LOLITA AGAMALOVA.
лесбийский джихад или нежная нежная дружба / лесбийский джихад начинается с верной сучки
Стихотворение ЛОЛИТЫ АГАМАЛОВОЙ.
He killed her, is the thing. Of course he did.
Prose by Z.H. Gill.
