I treated myself to an indulgently long shower after coming home from school, it's the sort of thing I never take the time to do. Sitting down on the pale pink tiles and listening to the pitter patter of the water, I assess my body. While squeezing my face towards my fleshy thighs I spy… Continue reading Dark Nightcore of the Soul
This pain was so exquisite. His body was deflowered and slathered with all the filth this revolting human body had to offer. Somehow, it made him feel so full. He ruffled his coarsely cut hair then tilted his head backwards at the endless dark ceiling and laughed.
Despite what social justice says, it's fine if you want to toss around the word 'crazy'. Batshit. Loony. Nutty. Insane. Those words are fine. The cringe-police will try to forbade the use of certain words, without fathoming that these worlds can be comforting and meaningful to us with lived experience. I speak for myself. I… Continue reading Stop using the word psychotic wrong👏
You can call it gross and creepy. You can call it a disturbing kink that is specific to Japan. I call eroguro a thematic and aesthetic choice to express the fragile, filthy and transient nature of being alive. Horror is a big part of my life. I have read comics, watched films, looked at illustrations… Continue reading In Defence of Eroguro