Morning After Moment. BastardLife turned one this holiday weekend. Now, we're not suggesting you start smoking, unless that is, it's the morning after you've just had a full blown year of mind blowing sex like we have—without labels, without judgement, with whomever you've wanted, and however you've wanted it; a year of sex that defied conventional labels, the Kinsey scale, and everything your mother may have thought about what a person is because of who they fuck. In the years to come for us, for you the reader and me, and in the growing community of cities, states, countries and continents who read these passages we publish, I vow to continue to point my editorial team in the only direction that matters: yours.—N.B.
