I’ve been around a long time, and my tits no longer look like this. But we can dream. Anyway, I picked up writing late in life with my first collection of poems Lady Lack and from there I was off to the races, writing erotic fiction (smut–but smart smut) and of course publishing some of my fellow writers/artists on a thing called Pink Litter, which in the process of being reborn here in these pages.
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I hope you’ll stick around and more importantly, contribute to this, as always, underground sort of thing we have. It’s like fight club except it’s more about love.

Our story

What happened was I found that the places that would accept writing like mine were very few and far between and some of them too modest, even prudish. I also had this idea that we could marry both the dirty and the beautiful, all in the name of art. Because what is trash, but another man’s treasure? That’s how it works in my book. 

We are therefore a bit edgier than some, tastefully graphic and descriptively unapologetic. So we want to hear your stories, in whatever way you need to tell them. I promise we’ll listen. 

humanity. divined. what’s it all about?

Our motto or tagline if you want to use those terms is about finding what makes us all the same, yet different, how we are all human–imperfect, weak, strong–but also divine: perfect in the form in which we’ve been created.

​And at the same time we give you, the creator, much credit. Same goes for the audience. For those who get us, at least. And that’s who we are as a collective. We’re not trying to please everyone, and we’re not for all tastes.​

But we like it, we really do, as a concept and in how it pays off.  In being bold, if I may say so, there is some trepidation naturally, but we like to consider ourselves freedom fighters and at least attempt not to care what anyone else thinks. It’s art, after all. History is the only judge.

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