Did You Know We Have a Whole Library of Audio Stories?
JIC you missed it, consider this a reminder that we have a wealth of amazing longform pieces for you to listen to on our podcast, Narratively Out Loud.
As a storytelling publication, reading is naturally among our favorite things to do, but it’s not always a good time to read. Sometimes we’re driving or going for a walk, both activities that would make having our nose in a publication very challenging. For times like those, enter our podcast, Narratively Out Loud, on which we have a whollle backlog of audio stories to listen to.
We recommend starting with our most recent episode, a bells-and-whistles audio version of one of our latest features, “Our Therapist Gave My Wife and Me MDMA—and It Saved Our Marriage,” read by the author himself, Seth Lorinczi. Then, since it will surely leave you clamoring for more, head on over to Spotify (or your fave podcast player), to tune into many of our past — and soon future — episodes.
So … start here, and then keep it going by listening to stories about the first guy to break the internet, the sisterhood of sex and much, much more. (And make sure to follow the pod so you’re the first to know about future episodes!)
P.S. And if you’d still rather read than listen and you missed this treat of a story, here it is again:
Our Therapist Gave My Wife and Me MDMA—and It Saved Our Marriage
I stared down at the little capsule in my hand. It didn’t look particularly special, but then again I didn’t know what MDMA was supposed to look like. Was it “good” MDMA? Was there an organic option? These were stupid questions and I knew it, but I was trying to distract myself. I glanced over at our therapist, Renee, but she was busy lighting candles and incense. I looked at my wife, Julianna, but she didn’t have any better ideas than me. What did it matter, anyway? The way things were going, we were probably getting divorced, not dancing with glowsticks all night.
Taking MDMA was Renee’s idea. I didn’t know that providing drugs was a service she offered, or if it was even legal (it wasn’t — and Renee’s not her real name; I’ve changed it for privacy reasons). But we’d already ground through a couple of sessions trying to figure out how to save our marriage and gotten nowhere. When she casually suggested trying a session under the influence of the drug, I was taken aback. Was getting high really going to change anything? But I’ll admit I was intrigued.