Check it out if you're into intermingling fluids. And I know you are, you dirty birdy.

For those interested:

www.godscrueljokelit.com/n-auch-casti...

I'm pleased to announce that my story The Casting Couch is now available to read over at @godscrueljokelp.bsky.social . It's a cosmic horror comedy that unfolds during a porn shoot so, you know, I'm very grateful to Lee for being willing to publish this squicky little experiment.

Can somebody recommend me some good sleazy horror? I've been reading a lot of theory and poetry, and now I'm in the mood for something sleazy...

You cut immediately to the heart of the matter.

It is deeply depressing to me that somebody looked at that collage of a bunch of completely normal people doing a completely normal thing and felt compelled to comment know it, lol

Not a great sign for the intellectual future of our culture that so many people see a dude reading a book and are like "he must be doing some kind of performance, there is no other possible explanation for that behaviour"

Thank you! But here's one where my mom would agree that it's pretty, lol.

A still life with yellow flowers and lemons, by Neal Auch

Hey look, I can even make one that's pretty if I have to.

It is a shame. I think there was some issues with finding a venue or something? No idea if they're planning to come back.

"Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead."

– William Blake

I had a great time at the Bazaar this weekend! Thanks to everyone who came by to chat or buy weird art!

a de-armed mannequin contemplates the flaccid cock they have framed and hung upon the wall

every cock is a work of art, worthy of being framed and hung

Cooking with gas.

The nude reclines, at ease. Their mind is elsewhere, eyes focused in the infinite blackness. One hand absently strokes the shaft.

nude reclining [n.a.2025]

a makeshift spermatozoa assembled from detached head and dildo.

Spermatozoa [2025]

Going forward, things are gonna get considerably weirder over there...

Exhausted from the sexual act, the nude, in pieces, reclines upon a chest. Their cock is still erect. Body fluids stain the space. The condom dangles precariously.

all used up [n.a..2025]

Note: by default, Bluesky blocks adult content.

You can turn this off by going to "settings" -> "moderation" -> "enable adult content."

I made a 2nd account to drop uncensored NSFW art while I'm deciding what this project will be.

@arthousesmut.bsky.social

For now it'll mostly be me practicing lighting / posing with this weird mannequin thingy. But I will move onto human subjects pretty soon. Give it a follow if interested!

I can't believe I never noticed this before but it feels intentional, presuming that parable would have been familiar to a Romanian in the 50s, which I have no idea how likely that is one way or another.

Like, instead of being a story about someone being alarmist for no good reason, it's about living in a world where you see the wolf plain as day, yell "wolf!" at the top of your lungs, and then the townsfolk just stand around uselessly debating whether or not wolves exist.

For all the thought I've given to Ionesco's Rhinoceros, I cannot believe I'm only just now realizing that the story is also constructed to be literally the exact opposite of the boy who cried wolf parable...

It's all so frustratingly prudish, lol. Like I get just having a zero nudity policy, but parsing shit like "genitals are okay but not when they're engorged or being used for their intended purpose" just feels weird to me, lol.

Wow, I don't think I'd realized how limited the social media options are for explicitly sexual content... Here is fine, apparently, but even Substack and Tumblr are somewhat limiting. I guess here and fetlife and reddit are the exceptions.

vanitas with roses and crucifix, by neal auch

“God has died, and His death was the birth of the world.“ – Philipp Mainlander

Newsletter!

New email this Thursday! I'm gonna talk about Mailander. "God has died," he wrote, "and His death was the birth of the world."

Vanitas with Dice, Flowers, and Coins, by Neal Auch