Letter from the Editors
Our world is filled with erotic energy.
The word erotic is loaded and, at best, ambiguous; yet, for most of us, it’s also excitatory. It elicits
sensations, memories, fantasies, an entire world that is most often submerged below the surface of our
everyday selves. But what, exactly, is erotic and what does it mean to publish a magazine dedicated to
the erotic in arts and literature?
Perhaps in contemplating the erotic, we should gaze backwards toward ancient Greece where the
concept was borne from the flutter of Eros’s wings. The word erotic comes from the Greek myth of Eros.
Eros, once a primordial force within the universe and then, in later myths, the offspring of Aphrodite and
Ares, Eros came to represent those forces of love and fertility. In part, the early myths have endured and
even transmutated from culture to culture because they capture the complexity of the human experience and distill it into simple archetypes and stories. Eros is no different. Though Eros’s origins evolved over time, he has remained a force active in the lives of all of us, igniting within us our own carnality and desire.
With this in mind, I like to think of Eros as the seat of our soul from which the most primal and sexual
parts of our natures emerge. The erotic, then, is the form in which our carnality takes shape.
When contemplating the themes of Pink Disco, I thought hard about what it means to feel that energy.
On the one hand, we could easily look at what has become commodified as sex in our society and point
to that as erotic. To some extent, this works. But I also firmly believe some of the most potent sex we
encounter is founcd in the sublime and secret whispers of our everyday lives.
Don’t get me wrong. Pink Disco welcomes latex, leather, nipple clamps, and feathers. We want to see your O face. But we also believe the most explicit sex is not an isolated act but the apex of the totality of our experience; it is a celebration of what it means to be human, to have a body, and to experience sensation.
Pink Disco, then, is a celebration of the erotic, our carnality, our bodies, and ultimately our humanness.
Come play with us.
Pink
SPRING EQUINOX
March 20, 2023
When beginning a new project like this, there’s always a little bit of fear that drives its production. That is certainly true of my relationship with Pink Disco. My initial desire to start a literature and arts magazine that explored and celebrated sex, sexuality, and the body was pretty simple and fairly selfish. I wanted to read those works and I couldn’t find them. At least, with a few rare exceptions, it was difficult to find a diverse spectrum of voices collected in one single volume. But as the submissions started coming in, my fear was abated, and a genuine enthusiasm took its place.
I hope you’ll agree with me that what you’ll find here is an exciting collection of voices celebrating our most fundamental natures. Some of these pieces are quite funny while others are haunting. But they all feel true and real in an attempt to gaze upon who we are when confronting our own, and others’, carnality.
Of course, a project like this takes collaboration. First, I want to sincerely thank all of our contributors, those you’ll find here and those you won’t, who sent in work. It takes a good degree of trust to submit to a start-up in the hopes that the thing they are building will come to fruition. I also want to thank our editors who helped build this issue: Corey Crawford-Hine, Karen Alexander, and Kim Daggett. Without their hard work and feedback, Pink Disco would still be an idea rolling around in my head. Finally, of course, I want to thank you for paying attention and deciding to come along and play with us.
I hope you’ll agree with me that what you’ll find here is an exciting collection of voices celebrating our most fundamental natures. Some of these pieces are quite funny while others are haunting. But they all feel true and real in an attempt to gaze upon who we are when confronting our own, and others’, carnality.
Of course, a project like this takes collaboration. First, I want to sincerely thank all of our contributors, those you’ll find here and those you won’t, who sent in work. It takes a good degree of trust to submit to a start-up in the hopes that the thing they are building will come to fruition. I also want to thank our editors who helped build this issue: Corey Crawford-Hine, Karen Alexander, and Kim Daggett. Without their hard work and feedback, Pink Disco would still be an idea rolling around in my head. Finally, of course, I want to thank you for paying attention and deciding to come along and play with us.
Poetry
Sex Tape
How Much Would You Pay...
Behold a Pale Horse
A Mere Body
momentary
saturation
frustration
splitting hairs
number
reality
Lucy
PK
Open Me Up
Communion
Sweet Physician
Smolder and Spark
Invocation
Lester
Vagina as Orchid Boat
Exploratrix
The Crust
Soda Jerk
Sticky Figs
Rondeau: If Roebling Made Brassieres
The Love We Make
caryophyllene
my nightwood
flesh
Flash Fiction
Gay Transgender Sex Opera
Chelsea Morning
Hurrah for Science
Dear Steven Hard
Fiction
Of Spilled Milk
Ambiamory
I Felt Him Through the Blindfold
How I Learned About Sex From my Father
Creative Non-Fiction
The Rain is Coming and It Will Wash Everything Away
The Velvet Flower
Visual Art
The Cigarette Girl
The High Priestess