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
The Sun
June 20, 2024
The Sun, the 19th card of the tarot’s major arcana, often symbolizes the full expression of the self. In classic hermetic qabalah, it corresponds with the sixth sefira on the Tree of Life, Tiferet, located
directly center on the middle pillar. This is the meeting place of the earthly, the mundane, with the
divine. This is the greatest expression of ourselves without inhibition. In some ways, it represents the
deepest awareness of our desires, our wants and needs, our most animalistic selves. Yet, it’s also
discipline and submission. It’s master and slave. It’s the hand striking out with the whip and the teeth
gritting against a rubber gag.
It doesn’t deny any part of our selves but instead cries out with an orgiastic yes! Yes! Yes!
This year’s themes were chosen to correspond with the four changing seasons as well as four aspects of the human condition. For us, the sun is the absolute symbol of unadulterated freedom. It is the ego unshackled from itself. It’s our bodies entwined in a carnal dance with our spirit. It’s heat and sweat and musk. It’s our toes in the earth while the sun lashes punishment against bare flesh. This issue is therefore our call to shed the masks of winter and step fully into the most honest expression of ourselves. So, come with us. Let us dance naked together in the heat of the sun.
This issue’s playlist can be found here.
It doesn’t deny any part of our selves but instead cries out with an orgiastic yes! Yes! Yes!
This year’s themes were chosen to correspond with the four changing seasons as well as four aspects of the human condition. For us, the sun is the absolute symbol of unadulterated freedom. It is the ego unshackled from itself. It’s our bodies entwined in a carnal dance with our spirit. It’s heat and sweat and musk. It’s our toes in the earth while the sun lashes punishment against bare flesh. This issue is therefore our call to shed the masks of winter and step fully into the most honest expression of ourselves. So, come with us. Let us dance naked together in the heat of the sun.
This issue’s playlist can be found here.
Visual Art
End of melody (erotica is dead)
Expectation
Dreams
Poetry
The Actor (everything else can wait)
Pacific Palisades, 12:18 am, every once in a while
To Metabolize a Man
Otherwise Masturbation.
impossibilities (day 26)
plage privée
Fiction
Paris, Hôtel de Biron
Poorly Drawn Bouquet
In Heat
Creative Non-Fiction
The Joys of Technology
