this morning i banged out this unsolicited off the dome shortlist of splatterpunk/transgressive/extreme horror fiction that i actually think is good for someone on twitter, thought i might as well share it here, too. sorry about the notes screenshot format! obviously, as all works described fall in the splatterpunk genre, they are very gory, they contain intentionally disturbing sexual content and themes of interpersonal violence/abuse, and they are not meant for readers under 18
ok disclaimer over go have fun
caveat that Brite's work contains some Awkward/Clueless "I'm Trying To Be Real And Inclusive!" Early 90s Racism (you know what I mean, right? Unfortunate phonetic accents, descriptions of attractive Asian-Americans as "exotic," that sort of thing)
also I completely FORGOT to recommend
Frog K (on tumblr as @play-now-my-lord). Would she describe her fiction as falling into this genre? Probably not. But it's really got that punk rock DIY energy. Almost bizarro, leans hard into the humorous, absurd side of shock and horror.
The Wasp Factory, by Iain Banks. Technically a work of "literary fiction," this is also hella Gothic, hella gross, very invested in shocking the reader, and, in a refreshing twist on standard 80s horror tropes, it's super weird and offensive and frankly kind of fetishistic about a trans man instead of a trans woman. Finally, exploitation kitsch for the fellas! This novel was the source of some imagery that haunted my adolescence. Five thumbs up!
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it ever hit you out of nowhere that castiel is living in a dead guy's body and the show just does not care. it does not care. jimmy novak might as well not exist the moment he or claire is out of sight. cas stole a guy's body and his face and his life, and we can't ever talk about it or discuss it in detail because of how fucking horrifying it is that sam and dean's best friend just walks around in a dead guy suit. there's not even a human soul in there anymore. it's just a corpse. stone-cold body snatcher indeed.
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The impulse to do a crossover of all the Victorian horror novels is a strong one, and I got to wondering how they might intersect...
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i hate how misogynistic horror is... not thinking abt final girl movies btw i dont watch slashers sorry (i do want to watch texas chainsaw massacre but someone needs to tell me how much on screen gore there is first) mostly talking abt male-lead horror n transgressive fiction, but even still female-lead horror can be misogynistic n male gaze-y like i spit on your grave
Anyways from the books n horror I experience, there's just so often an underlying attitude of misogyny written into it, kinda like the authors saw patrick bateman's sexist rants, words and treatment in american psycho and went, "yes killer men hate women and think of them like this", but they then go and write just... misogynistic stereotypes with no reflection or deconstruction of the attitude, more like treating misogyny like it is a default state in a cruel world of atrocities and 'women are just like that anyways they dont have interesting internal lives' confirmation of their bias.
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the thing abt learning abt waste is that it is literally, literally everywhere. the makeup of the planet is microplastics and forever chemicals and excess carbon and my god the amount of fucking radiation. read any given wikipedia page for any given nuclear site and learn about the hundreds of thousands gallons of irradiated water that we've dumped into our rivers. and so it's interesting how upsetting it is to learn about ancient remains contaminated by microplastics, the remains themselves being a waste factor in their own right. not to say that all pollution is made equal, ofc, but just to point out that our contaminants cause a stronger affective response when they are entirely synthetically produced and therefore more apparently pervasive. shelley had it right with frankenstein: we are activated by horror when we witness our own ability to act outside of what we have determined to be natural laws.
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No, bro -- listen. Man, listen. Body horror is beautiful. No, listen, hear me out. There's something intimate about it. Something erotic, man. It's like the transformation of the flesh representing the transformation of the self. No, come on, it comes down to autonomy man. It comes down to making peace with yourself. The person who accepts or even orchestrates their transformation is not suffering through it, even when it's painful, even when the thing they turn into seems grotesque, right? Because body horror is only horrifying when it's being done to you, without your consent, you know? Otherwise it's like. Transcendence. It's like a moment of pure, unflinching honesty about who and what you truly are, all your ugly, fleshy bits on display. And it doesn't matter that people see you and cringe and recoil, right? Because if they peeled themselves open they'd look just the same as you, and you know that even if they're lying to themselves about it, and your skin never fit right anyway, so like. Why should you keep wearing it, you know? If you can live without it, and it's squeezing you too tight, why should you keep it on? Because seeing the pull and pulse of your tendons might make someone uncomfortable? They've got tendons too, man. All those ugly, wet, fleshy bits. They've got them too. No, man listen, listen --
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As a queer horror creator, I want to make it clear that while not all horror is something that I would personally enjoy consuming, and certainly not all queer horror...
I think it is deeply disturbing that people would rather engage in open homophobia against queer horror creators rather than accept that not all queer media is tailor made to suit them.
You do yourself and all queer people a disservice by belittling queer media that you don't vibe with, simply because you think that sanitised, "unproblematic" queerness is the only acceptable form of queer storytelling.
It is not. Queer rep and horror rep must be diverse, otherwise lose its meaning. That means you may run into queer rep you simply cannot enjoy. This is especially important in horror.
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David Wojnarowicz, The Waterfront Journals (1996)
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Random excerpts from chapter 2 of His Transgressions Built It (First Draft)
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Hey bb... wanna see some hot action?
Search Google for “Midnight Climax”
have a piece titled |}|_€^|< ^^[=@+ in Kenji Siratori’s HYPER-ANNOTATION #001
and a piece titled "Synodic Ganglia" in this one, also from Kenji Siratori.
read I ONLY WANTED TO MAKE YOU NERVOUS at Coprolaliac Press
supplied video / voice for this short film by Zak Ferguson
available NOW from SWEAT DRENCHED PRESS.
A****n link
FREE EXCERPTS
meanwhile:
CRINGE MYTHOS TONE REELS
and the piece FLOATING STAIN appears in issue 0 of AGON Journal, available for FREE in PDF form.
you’ll see i’m listed as part of the “Male Choir” (N. Casio Poe).
i’m the one that does the big “yeaaaaaaaagh” part.
other music i’ve done (just vocals/lyrics)
here
here too
LIVING ROOM - Corrugated Asshole - got some vocals on this one.
close as you’ll get to a “biography” of my time in music, which i guess is over, but who knows.
same podcast as above, except we all being chucklefucks about trash horror
MUBI page
Goodreads profile
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Did I ever tell you about the man
who taught his asshole to talk?
His whole abdomen would move up and down,
you dig, farting out the words.
It was unlike anything I ever heard.
Bubbly, thick, stagnant sound.
A sound you could smell.
This man worked for the carnival,you dig?
And to start with it was
like a novelty ventriloquist act.
After a while,
the ass started talking on its own.
He would go in
without anything prepared...
and his ass would ad-lib
and toss the gags back at him every time.
Then it developed sort of teethlike...
little raspy incurving hooks
and started eating.
He thought this was cute at first
and built an act around it...
but the asshole would eat its way through
his pants and start talking on the street...
shouting out it wanted equal rights.
It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags.
Nobody loved it.
And it wanted to be kissed,
same as any other mouth.
Finally, it talked all the time,
day and night.
You could hear him for blocks,
screaming at it to shut up...
beating at it with his fists...
and sticking candles up it, but...
nothing did any good,
and the asshole said to him...
"It is you who will shut up
in the end, not me...
"because we don't need you
around here anymore.
I can talk and eat and shit."
After that, he began waking up
in the morning with transparentjelly...
like a tadpole's tail
all over his mouth.
He would tear it off his mouth
and the pieces would stick to his hands...
like burning gasoline jelly
and grow there.
So, finally, his mouth sealed over...
and the whole head...
would have amputated spontaneously
except for the eyes, you dig?
That's the one thing
that the asshole couldn't do was see.
It needed the eyes.
Nerve connections were blocked...
and infiltrated and atrophied.
So, the brain couldn't
give orders anymore.
It was trapped inside the skull...
sealed off.
For a while, you could see...
the silent, helpless suffering
of the brain behind the eyes.
And then finally
the brain must have died...
because the eyes went out...
and there was no more feeling in them
than a crab's eye at the end of a stalk.
(William s burroughs - naked lunch)
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I genuinely like, die inside knowing how much Vash hates himself. How he doesn’t believe he’s worth anything. How much guilt he holds inside himself over shit he did not do. Things he didn’t want to have happen. Tried to prevent. Would have moved mountains to stop.
How he blames himself, internalizing every failure when he can’t possibly do everything he asks of himself- he’s just one person, no matter how capable. It doesn’t matter, those self-imposed short-comings only serve as nails in the coffin of his own perceived ineptitude. That ineptitude that exists as a traitor to the things he he holds dear. Every one of them, a failure to honor Rem’s memory.
He tries so, so hard to do right by everyone. To uphold and carry on what Rem instilled in him. To bring about the kind of future she believed in. One she would have been happy to help facilitate, knowing that that’s what she gave her life for. One she could smile down on and be at peace with.
But he’s still just one person, with too many burdens and a brother who intentionally, and without end, adds to the doubts that plague him. And still, Vash loves him. Because Rem loved him, too. Because he’s the only brother Vash has. Because they were always supposed to have each other. How could he betray that?
And, even if that weren’t the case, how could he ever hope to stand successfully on his own, when Knives has made sure to hammer into Vash at every opportunity that Vash will always, always be hopeless without him?
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"snorting in as much air as they could hold, knowing that its taste would soon be lost forever and trying to imprint it on some soul memory so it could be remembered after death, shaken out like a table cloth and searched for meaning."
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Writing Update: Splatterpunk Novel
I'm co-writing a splatterpunk horrormance with @arndtezra and we're on 80K, with the epilogue written and only 3 scenes of the climax left to go.
I made a temporary cover for it: this is NOT the final one, but we may go with a similar vibe! Unsure yet.
Premise: An eldritch snuff film star who believes murder is performance art falls for a sado-masochistic devolving hitman working for her gangster uncle, despite their relationship being out-of-bounds.
Setting: Brighton, England (with flashbacks/refs to Chicago, IL, USA)
Structure: Dual POV, his/hers, following/subverting a romance novel format. The male POV is in US English, the female POV is in British English.
MCs: Bisexual allo(?) guy (USA), greyromantic allosexual/hypersexual het-ish girl (UK). Both are villains.
Side Characters: Gay [British] guy running the tech side of the snuff film business in "love" triangle with MCs (love is a loose term here); eldritch gangster and his family of abominations; snuff film producer; runaway sister of male MC; rescue cat belonging to female MC.
Background Characters: Eldritch family members; detective ex-boyfriend of male MC [Chicago-based]; ex-boss of male MC in Chicago; various people the female MC sleeps with/kills; wife of runaway sister and best friend of runaway sister.
Warnings/Content Notes: Extreme horror scenes including a lot of gore, graphic violence inc castration, strong/graphic language (obviously), stalking, abuse of privacy, toxic familial and romantic relationships, incestuous sibling, homicidal rescue cat (who doesn't die and is not hurt at all), devolving character arcs ("I can make him worse <3"), coerced acid trip in a church leading to blasphemous use of the Eucharist, religious trauma, homophobic family & related trauma in a US context, kinky sex and masturbation scenes inc knife play and erotic asphyxiation, dub con, no redemption arcs, body horror.
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