Cat Scratch Fever: Mia’s new girlfriend Alice, is plagued by an intense feminine itch, a burn...then erupting boils. Alice insists she’ll be fine. The next day she’s not returning Mia’s phone calls, she doesn’t answer the door. Mia finds her in the bathtub and she can’t even take in the ghastly sight. Alice’s limp corpse, the blood, the hack job, the steak knife...
Mia doesn’t know what happened. Then she feels an itch… A deep itch that no medication or finger or sex can scratch...Suddenly that shiny pair of scissors has a whole new use.
Worm Boy: Corbin sold his body through ads placed on the internet. Old rich women welcomed him into their homes for an evening of intimacy. They adored young, unkempt men. He’d spent five years roaming from city to city taking jobs, sleeping with women, waiting for his worms, maggots, insects to hatch inside them, and within hours they were nothing but gaping shells for the curse to devour. Corbin would pocket their valuables and be on his way.
Rolling the Sun: Man meets exotic woman. Woman defecates into his mouth. The next day his food and drink turn to… scat. But there’s something else... something picking and festering deep inside the coils of his guts... he can’t eat, can’t drink, can’t explain away what is happening to him… he vomits up a thick worm. No, that couldn't have come from inside him…
Saddle Nose (A Night With Venus, A Lifetime With Mercury): After a year and half of marriage Zillah spends her day alone in the once great hall of her lord husband. Her family cut off contact fearing Zillah had cursed them with the pox. The village felt Zillah was as mad as her husband. And maybe she was. Instead of choosing to watch her husband die before her, she chooses to die with him.
In an opium haze she infects herself with his affliction and the two live the last of their days in a mad love dream of laudanum, opium, mercury, sex, and disease.
Hello Dolly: A scientist falls in love with his test subject
And Jessa Bled A young prostitutes meets a man with a bloody fetish
Elizabeth Bedlam is a writer of satire, dark humor, and low-brow literary fiction. She has been featured in anthologies and zines that you've probably never heard of including Anti-This/Anti-That, Low Life, Horror Sleaze Trash, and Soiled Purity.
Her most-read works include Rabbit Skin Glue and Lucy the Satanist. She has been praised for her realistic depictions of neurotic females.
Elizabeth is a Michigan native. She currently lives and writes from Melbourne, AU.
Correspond! Instagram: @elizabeth.bedlam or @swann.bedlam Email: elizabethbedlam@gmail.com Website: swannbedlam.com
My cheeks literally hurt from being in a constant cringe for the past hour...If you enjoy bizarre, grotesque, splatter and I guess for some erotica definitely read this.. four short tales of uncontrollable itches, cursed dicks, halitosis of the worst kind and not forgetting a poxy stiffy with added twisty humor...
This is beyond the norm but still a hell of a good read if you don't mind crazy shit like I do so all I can say this book is a lot more funny when stoned I can attest to that smoke a big bowl and have a good mind fuck
Damn, what a great collection. Every story in here is excellent and I reviewed each one separately on their own pages. The one I want to cover is "Rolling The Sun". This story was my favorite of the bunch. It was disgustingly disturbing, with a great twist. Bedlam shows her range with the English language in this story. The descriptions are vile and gross, but still further the story. This story is worth buying the whole collection in my opinion.
I have a new guilty pleasure: the outrageous body-horror comedy of Elizabeth Bedlam. Loath though I am to credit him with this, but if Jordan B. Peterson has got anything right, it's his assertion that the pathology of fascism is rooted in disgust. Elizabeth Bedlam takes that fascist disgust and runs with it, toys with it, mocks it, renders the disgusting an object of desire, lust and hilarity, subverting the reactionary through reductio ad absurdum. That she does so with such seeming lack of effort is an indication of her mastery of tone and timing. Witty, rude, graphic, smart, original, matter-of-fact to the point of blasé, Bedlam's writing knocks mainstream literary fiction into a cocked hat. Or possibly a cunted hat.
If only short story competitions accepted filth like this, they’d actually serve some social and aesthetic purpose. Instead we’ll have to make do with Bedlam’s collections, in which every short story’s a winner.
In my never ending quest to find the most disturbing stories I can find, I was lucky enough to stumble on to this authors name. What a horrifying gem! Here are my notes, I jot them down as I finish each story. They were all great but Saddle Nose has to be my favorite....
Cat Scratch Fever: Gah! What did I just read? It was disgusting, it was disturbing, and I LOVED it! lol A cautionary tale about lesbian sex or about being a cat lady? You decide. :)
Worm Boy: Worm Boy is a demented little story of a man named Corbin. He could let his circumstances turn him into a sniveling crybaby. Instead of bemoaning his fate he uses it. Is it a kind thing to do? Nope! But what would you do? Very much enjoyed this weird and disgusting story. Onward ho!
Rolling the Sun: Be careful what you wish for. Especially when ordering a new prostitute. Enough said! :)
Saddle Nose: The most twisted take on Cinderella you will ever read. Pus, scabs, ulcers and...love. What a great read!
Sharing is caring... even when it’s STDs! These were a lot of fun to read specially if you like gross stuff like me. I really enjoyed all 4 of these short stories.
If I could give this book 6 stars I would. That author just keep surprising me, she absolutely can't write a bad book. But Pus + Lust was one of my top book of the year. Every stories were more creative than the other, once you started a story you already know you were hooked. I can almost feel my skin scratching now.
So so gross, absolutely stomach churning, pus filled, sore bursting bile. I loved it and I’m used to extreme gore. The last story was actually quite loving and sweet but still gross. I finished it in one sitting and will be reading more from this author.
These stories are gross. A collection of 4 tales about infections. Warm Boy was my favorite of the 4. All great stories though. Plus Bedlam's covers and titles are the best.
All words that ram though my mind and body as I read the stories in Pus+Lust. A bloody read, that I'll come back to when I want to feel like I need a shower.
Four tales most foul concerning the nature of STDs.
Most readers, including myself, will probably pick up this book for the erotic horror, but I was pleased to discover there's much more to each of these stories, especially the final one.
Many authors, both male and female, have difficulty writing the opposite gender, but that is far from the case here. Not only are the male characters believable, but their observations are so on the nose, doing an excellent job of transporting you into their heads. Here's an excerpt from the perspective of a male prostitute who hates (rich old) women:
"Corbin always thought it was interesting how much older women loved the sight of cocks, yet younger women seemed to be repulsed by them. Like it was just something they had to deal with and couldn't wait to get it inside just so they wouldn't have to see it anymore. Old women loved to play with it, caress it. Maybe they just hadn't seen one in a while, whereas young girls probably had cocks yanked out at them all the time. They’d change their minds when they were sixty and their sex was dry as a desert, he'd bet his last dollar on it."
I think an incel stereotype would simply focus on the physical aspects of an older woman—wrinkles, et cetera—but Elizabeth instead focuses on the psychology of him. As a man, I've had the displeasure of speaking with a few incels, and got to hear their unfiltered thoughts, their observations, their opinions, things they would never share with a woman—hopefully, anyway.
However, it should be noted that not every male character in this anthology is an incel, such as Francis, found in the final story. I like this particular passage from his point of view, during a sex scene:
"He admired her slender torso, the delicate carving of her ribs beneath the tightly strung flesh. Francis touched one of her jutting hip bones. It reminded him of a stone washed soft from the constant rub of the sea."
If this was written by a man, well, safe to say he'd get called out for the male gaze in a 1-star “rant review,” even if it fits within the context of the story and character, and during a sex scene no less.
Despite all the praise, I'm only giving this three stars because the first three stories, especially the third one, feel like first drafts. The fourth, however, is far more polished, and has the most interesting story of them all.
I knew just about instantly when I saw the title and author of this one that it was going to be great. Great and gross. I was correct. I also feel itchy.