Reclaiming Pleasure on Our Own Terms

The Evolution of the Sex Party

The future is something we’ve always imagined.
An unknown. A promise. A threat. A projection.
Is the future you once imagined now your reality?
And is your current reality shaping the future to come?

FEATURING: All Hail the Return of Poppy King; From Keys in a Bowl to Curated Desire: The Evolution of the Sex Party; Lessons in Lace: She is an untamed force of play & pleasure; Come stay at The Sunseeker; Happy Hour Snacks & the Sticky Fingers Mantra; and more!

Some clichés persist for a reason. Being surprised with flowers will always be romantic. Bad luck comes in threes. And we all have a tried and tested recipe for the first time we cook for a lover.

Rage, often described as a heightened form of anger, is a visceral, full-body experience that can feel overwhelming, even uncontrollable. It’s fast, fiery and fierce – a fight-or-flight response that kicks in when something essential to our sense of self is under threat.

How music changed feminism.

How to make a porn mag and build a community.

FEATURING: Riot Grrrls; The 4B Movement; The Peace of Rage; Take Back The Night; How We Learn to be Sad; Rage is a Woman’s Emotion; The Rage Recipe; Where The Fire Hides (Photo Essay); Rage Made Me a Dominatrix; and more.

History labels Dora Maar (1907–1997) as ‘one of many’ of Pablo Picasso’s lovers, but she was so much more than just a muse.

So, why did we make a magazine about pleasure? Put simply – there is a pleasure gap and women are the ones losing out.

FEATURING: Mackenzie Peck: how to make a porn mag; Eau de Ex: the scent of past lovers; The Panty Dropper: a recipe guarantee; Contemporary Hedonism; Ancient Sex Toys; and more.

Meet photographer and artist Julie Poly who sees beauty in the trivial. Her Ukrzaliznytsia project is a tactile rich photo essay book that takes the reader on a journey on Ukraine’s one and only railroad transportation enterprise.

“What I desperately want is to lose myself. To be nothing more than a raw bare piece of nature, that surrenders to simply being and ceasing to be,” she narrates longingly, in subtitled German, while stretched out naked in a steaming bath, eyes closed, weighted by feelings of disconnection from her lover.

Sun, sun, sun, here we come. When the days are longer and the humidity slowly builds, we begin shedding our layers – clothes, cares and skepticisms. Now is the season to lean in – embrace optimism, check our auras and eat for the chakras.

‘To the table or to bed you must come when you are bid.’ And so begins the most passionately explosive love story ever told along with a recipe for Christmas Rolls.

First published privately in 1928, in Florence, Italy, English author D. H. Lawrence's final novel sat quietly in the world of literature until it was released openly in the United Kingdom in 1960 where it became a censorship sensation.

The smell of frangipani always, without fail, pulls me back in time to a holiday spent in Honolulu, Hawaii. Years ago, inspired by visions of turquoise water, swaying coconut palms, lush rainforests dripping with vibrant-hued flowers, ukulele fuelled dance parties and cocktail dreams served poolside, I booked a last minute flight and took my son to Hawaii.