Don't panic. Hello my loves. I feel you. We have been struggling the past three years. Panic seems too mild. Welcome to the shit storm. If we can't laugh anymore we can at least scream.

We have an international buffet of "what the fuck" short stories and poetry for you to enjoy. We also welcome two new columnists to our motley crew of rebels and n'er-do-wells.

Change your pajamas, wash your face, and fill your cup. It's time to people in the most minimal amount you can handle. The Last Girls Club is here for you. Our witch even has a seasonal signature cocktail for you.

Enjoy the madness of our unfettered dark feminine. Hopefully it will tide you over until the summer. Until then, may the shadows embrace you and the monsters fear you more.