I love Mouthfeel Magazine, point blank. It’s punk. It’s design heavy. It’s gay. It’s sexy. It’s counter culture. It’s accessible. It’s god damn gorgeous. It’s juicy as hell. It’s sophisticated and thoughtful and plain smart. Thank. God.

Mouthfeel Magazine, if we haven’t gushed over it before, is a food magazine through a gay lens, but that’s simplifying what they’re doing one-hundred-fold. They have been working to widen the scope of what food media is — beyond Bon Ap, Eater, and Kinfolk — into a place that is a little deeper, and more meaty.

We asked our good friends over there if they had anything to contribute (let’s be real, I’m so surprised that more people weren’t like , oh damn y’all are writing about MEAT? Let’s get into some double entendres with a quickness), and obvi the genius started to overflow.

I don’t know about you, but these three collage-illustation-rough-trade moments are all probably going to be hanging in my apartment shortly. They’re so sexy-smart.

Also, before you close your computer today or put away your phone, go check them out. Their Mexico City issue is fire.