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ABOUT SEXWRECKSSexWrecks is a literary journal dedicated to human sexuality that is concocted by and for individuals who are, at once, hostile to and helpless to resist literature, journalism, humans and above (and below) all else sex. Here we are. We cant help it. Each element of SexWrecks from our interviews and editorial features to our regularly scheduled columnists to our daily updated Mondo Pervo news items is bound by one common inevitability: that wherever we go, there we come. And nobody around these parts comes in peace. We at Sex Wrecks are simultaneously aroused, animated and agonized by the inescapable mainstreaming of all things (once considered) pornographic. Were also nauseated, sickened and made-to-feel-like-puking by the co-opting of the loin-intensive arts and sciences by well, by the sort of gargoyles who produce (and peruse) literary journals. Our mission is to ridicule the erotic impulse itself, to deflate societal and intellectual pretensions regarding groin-launched loftiness, and to defile all things hole-y. Sans lube. Sex is both our creative catalyst and utter undoing. It has wrecked us. And, weirdly, we appreciate sthat. Now through ridicule, reckless confession, malignant humor and the occasional upsetting nudie photo we aim to return the favor. For you. Forever. |
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