When I was a newspaper editor in high school people would write a lot of really bad stuff. One thing in particular that I remember was: "How to say no to sex with your boyfriend or girlfriend." Now, this was racy. I mean, this was Wisconsin people. People in Wisconsin do not have sex let alone teenagers do not have sex in Wisconsin. But I ran the piece. The really bad piece about learning to say "NO!" when he puts his hand under your shirt. Learning to say "NO!" if he wants to drive you down a one way street you do not live on. Learning to say "YES" if he wants to take you on dates in public because sex does not happen in public. Nothing really pertained to not wanting to have sex with your girlfriend because, well, guys never fight the sex.

And this is what happened: "How dare you print that!" Not from teachers. Not from students. Not from principals.

From my mommy.

She refused to believe that her son would even discuss the idea of having relations at my age. Relations were for people who had penises and it was obvious to my mother that I did not have a penis. Which is cool. Mother's shouldn't really think about that kind of stuff.

So, it's funny when I get excited about new things I am editing for... like Jargon Chicago, the new magazine I am the fiction and creative non-fiction editor for. It's revamped. It's been on Gaper's Block and it is hot.

But it's funny because I still have that fear of showing my mom this kind of stuff because, I think to myself, "What if she finds a swear word!" or "Oh my God that story says 'Blowjob!'.

And, really, blow-job and mom do not work together. Ever.

In the end, you should just check out the new Jargon Chicago. Because I am one of the editors and because you look like you need something to read.