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My friend, Arnold, is having a fight with the stewardess. “I will make you into salami!” he is screaming. I’m making believe I don’t know Arnold. I bury my face in a magazine, “Modern Maturity,” a few seats back from his. We are flying Astral Coach to Venus.
By Karl GrossmanMay 1976The small gathering of students listened with a quiet awe to the wizened professor. Research techniques had become very sophisticated. They were about to travel on a series of levels within the volunteer lying smiling on the surgery table. She looked a little embarrassed.
By Nigel FlemingApril 1976It was The New Age and there I was on the elevator — 68th floor, 15th floor, 43rd floor — thinking: bongs will never totally replace joints. Bongs have their place, sure, a big place. But a joint is a . . .
By Karl GrossmanFebruary 1976Pornography is a dirty book. If you like a dirty book, it’s fine, nothing wrong with it.
By Dusty MillerJanuary 1976We are sexual beings from the time of our birth until the last years of our life. Sexuality is not a behavior that occurs between adolescence and “old age.”
By Leaf DiamantDecember 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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