Fiction. LGBTQIA Studies. YOUTH RAGE! YOUTH VIOLENCE! YOUTH ORGASMS! FEAR OF A GAY UNDERCLASS--ARMED--DANGEROUS--SICK FUCKS. Andy 'Chubz' Wilson is just another NEET on the street, spending his summer days sucking dick and chilling in the park, one hand on his touchscreen, the other down his pants. That is, until he meets charming left-wing journalist and cute crypto-twink Owen whilst trawling grindr for sex. But what starts as a quick, breathless hookup ends up changing Chubz--and London--forever. Whilst Owen battles poppers-mad PM Nigel 'Nige' Farage, our cock-hungry comrade wages his own 'ass' war, and is left just what exactly is it he's fighting for? Socialism? Barbarism? Or just cheap kicks?
Revolutionary and pornographic in equal measure, in the literal definitions of those words. Laden with gleeful obscenity, Lemmey reimagines the riot as a brutal sexual catharsis and a defiant, bloody reclamation of the precariat's biopower. Featuring poppers and deep psychedelic anal experience. of In less wanky terms, it's great fun. A little bittersweet reading this six years after the fact, given the shifts in the British political landscape. Had this on my radar for ages, really happy that it lives up to my expectations. Maybe not one to lend your mum though.
You could easily read this in one sitting (i read it in two just really far apart i swear!) and you should—it’s very horny and very fun. learning that the author was huw lemmey was exciting for me bc i love his work on bad gays but didn’t know he wrote homo anarchist fiction. fun!!!!!
"I get a particular thrill from sex organized online. I measure the hookups in data involved, uploaded or downloaded. I can trace the development of our social tension and sexual thrill through date-stamps, and I can count them in bytes. I have never heard this mans voice." As the narrator tells us, it's the disembodiment of the sexual experience that turns him on – "running desire through culture" – and, in that sense, it's the digitilisation/Grindrisation of life that's become pornographic. That's the central thesis anyway, and somewhere around the middle we even get an insane plot with Nigel Farage addicted to poppers – so, something for everyone. It's baggy but clever, and fucking funny too. Love it 🍆
Obscene, hilarious and sharp-eyed, this book channels Stewart Home-meets-Alan Hollinghurst-meets Kathy Acker realness with Grindr modernism, set in a familiar, dystopian political landscape dominated by poppers addict Nigel 'Nige' Farage. amazing.