The Truth About Saturday Morning

A weekly post about Saturday morning and all the madness that comes with it.

The White Man’s Limbo: A Case for Sex in the Morning

Goddamn, my hips are sore; I haven’t fucked in the morning in a damn long time. Maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, since I didn’t get off, my pupils are dilated and my skin is tight from all the hormones. These Things Happen. And…

Saturday Morning and The Cosmic Hangover

One of the loaded consequences that come with dabbling in the cosmos is the next day you feel like the gods plucked you out of your bed in the middle of the night and dipped you, ever so slowly, into a deep puddle of solvent or…