Soft Flesh and Stone Walls

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.

In Defence of Eroguro

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 illustrationsContinue reading “In Defence of Eroguro”