I Lived In A Frat House For Four Days So You Don’t Have To

Written by: Cat Butrick Art by: Grace Monahan   *If you are related to me in any way (this includes you, Laura because you are a maternal figure to us all), read only until the first paragraph of Water and then skip to Bathrooms. I warn you for your sake, not mine. Because nothing makes…

My Drunk Inauguration Speech

Written by Cat Butrick *This entire article was written while I was absolutely smashed. Found it in my notes the next morning when adding food to my grocery list* There’s something enchanting about your first basement party. The smell of cheap vodka and sweaty (almost) post-pubescent bodies. The constant pushing and I’m sorrys. The trashy…

Missed First Kiss

Written by Cat Butrick First kiss, first crush, first partner, first time. For many, these first moments are significant scenes in their lives no matter the emotion elicited. All of my firsts electrocuted my skin with magnetic joy, especially my first kiss. I don’t remember the exact date, but I know it was a day…

Photos to the Other Side

Written by Cat Butrick I kill people. I killed my maternal great-grandmother, paternal grandmother, and maternal grandfather all before I turned nine, and yet I never laid a violent hand on them. As much as I wish I could give you a horror story about another sociopathic child, I unfortunately can’t because the truth is:…