The titles do say it all: A Billionaire Dinosaur Forced Me Gay Gay Blob Monster Forced Gay By A Merman and His Friends...and on and on and on. Whereas the typical erotica reader might find these novels (around 17 pages, actually, so "novel" is a loose term) absurd, mystifying, unintelligent, and, hardly, sexy.
Perhaps they aren't sexy, but they are definitely brilliant. Strangely, I don't have to read them to know they're brilliant. The level of the writing skill needn't be great, and if it is terrible, all the better: it'll just make them funnier. Because funny is the point. They're funny and creative and ironic up the ass, pun happily intended. They're grotesque conglomerations of myth and beasts as a send up of kink, fetishes and pop culture. What is sexy gets glopped together into a festive, colorful, slick stew of lube and various bodily goos. The titles themselves betray the author's ironic intentions, as Billionaire dinosaurs "forced me" gay. In a world where dinosaur erotica exists and people, seriously, can successfully masturbate to cartoon ponies, there's no reason to believe that a reader can whack off to irony.
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