Communism_Moore_Weekender

What a Bolshevik taught me about hookup culture

By the week before spring break, it had become apparent that my recent fling with a tall and charming older friend had reached a quiet end.   There was no formal discussion of this fact. I didn’t expect there to be; to have addressed that something had existed and then
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Poetry_Gleason_Weekender

The state of East Bay poetry

The room’s quiet focus is fixed on her hushed, commanding presence, with a voice that resonates from the scuffed-up floorboards to the well-worn walls. A simmering pot murmurs behind us in the open kitchen. A cat — maybe two — weaves back and forth between the colorful mismatched chairs and
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Blackhole_Cook_Weekender

The black hole as a nonmetaphor

  Last week, a group of UC Berkeley researchers led by astronomy professor Chung-Pei Ma discovered an extraordinarily large black hole. A “supermassive” black hole, one of such extraordinarily powerful, light-compressing darkness that it could swallow 5.5 quadrillion Earths with the same masochistic nonchalance of a fraternity brother shot-gunning a
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Photo Essay: Poems in the stalls

The public restroom stall: a paradoxical space that exists with the explicit purpose of providing privacy yet is public in both nature and name. Used and shared by all, these chambers provide an otherwise unattainable amount of privacy on a college campus with almost 40,000 students. Perhaps this is why
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Condom_Gleason_Weekender

The Posturing of Condoms

I’m not too aware of many sexy responses to the question, “Can I take the condom off?” Honestly, at this point, I just get excited that the guy even asks. Maybe this is just my experience — it’s possible — but most guys haven’t even had the decency to ask.
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TheGift_Azcarraga_Weekender

Short story: The gift

She’s putting on her fourth coat of lipstick when she really starts to wonder.   She can feel the air’s clammy hands clawing at her tight, lacy white dress, as the lights in the room dim slightly with exhaustion. She stares at herself in the mirror for the hundredth time,
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