Nat Brat is an erotic writer, living in Gold coast Queensland
(Trigger warning. Nat's post contains reference to sexual violence.)
Janine Pounder is a Misanthrope, Writer and, London-based Whore-Enthusiast. She has released unto us lucky folk the first chapter of her debut novel, In Search of The Main Stream.
“Andrew embarks out on a journey to find his estranged son Liam. Only to quickly become immersed within the world of freelance sex work. Where they become entwiend by events that are anything but main stream. In Search, aims to explore the nuisances of life, sex and gender for the contemporary male sex worker.
New instalments released in short stories every four weeks .
Read full first chapter here
Thomas Stewart is a young fiction writer, essayist, and poet. He regularly features in Litro Magazine, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Storgy, The Stockholm Review and many others. His debut poetry pamphlet is soon to launch and you can follow him on twitter here.
"“Nobody wanted Masked Man. One editor essentially told me to go into the bathroom and scrub my mouth out. ‘This is porn!’ he exclaimed. It was the use of the word ‘porn’ that irked me. A simple one word could trivialise my work, reduce it down to something smutty, best forgotten and never address in polite company‘
It’s pornographic yes, but not porn.’ In a world, so very obsessed with sex, I find it humorous that people are still scared of it.
They speak in codes. Huddled forbidden whispers of, ‘You know…s-ex’ –like a teacher would jump out the page and cane them for their thoughts. Masked Man is a sex story, but is about disguises and curiosities. Sex as a means of fulfilment, as a way of gathering meaning and the hidden games we play."
Read full short story here
Ms Strange is a sneaky poet, who’s notoriously avoidant of online profiles. Appearing in sporadic bursts every ten years, she quickly melts back to the shadowy dream scape, from which she arose. Lucy has kindly submitted to us here, her piece simply titled “Grime 09””
“Grime is about mismatched lust, glorious magical lies that fuel toxic relationships, and the sorrow found when we accept the stark reality, that psychopaths make fun, but very poor playmates... Our grime, was no man’s grime, but skin and dirt”
Read the full poem here