Prefrontal Paranoia meets Anal Vision
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WELCOME BACK, HOMINTERN READERS!
Here again, with more to give for time spent away. Three essays, one letter, more than enough poetry, two prose pieces, the premiere of our advice column (please email your queries here)... a little something for everyone. We've also made a gofundme so we can stop mailing IOUs to our essayists, illustrators, and translators. Don't worry, the "My Own Private 9/11" turtlenecks are in the pipeline.
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.
the court looks at the woman through the eyes of the rapist
A poem by LIDA YUSUPOVA.
суд смотрит на женщину глазами насильника
Стихотворение Лиды Юсуповы.
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.
APOLOGIES FOR THE WAIT, HOMINTERN READERS!
Probably due to the divine consequences of teasing a release (internet cables were cut, an editor narrowly avoided a tainted seafood assassination), this is late. And incomplete. And pretty gay! More soon...
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.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOMINTERN READERS!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GLOBAL WAR ON TERROR!
Old enough to drink in almost every country but its own. We've arrived, laden with no less than seven gifts, with more to come as we've come to stay. Over the next few weeks, we'll be giving out more details as to our plans for a print edition in the winter, and potentially some pre-order merchandise to entice you into subsidising the process and paying our writers and illustrators. Don't look the horse in the mouth.
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.