I forgot what it’s like to read erotica on the subway, how the steamier, hard-hitting scenes can really make the morning commute, well, awkward.
You don’t have to be a connoisseur of erotica to recognize its tropes: wet, swelling pussies; budding breasts; hot, tight holes; massive rods … Do they seem all the more worn-out because they’re aimed at conveying sexual stamina?
“It’s so important to make your own little specks of peace around you. It’s a matter of being an idiot.”
When I think of Pam Joseph’s work, I imagine standing before Bernini’s classic sculpture Pluto and Proserpina, with Pluto wrestling a naked Proserpina, while behind it as backdrop is a Victoria Secret billboard advertisement…