Confusion is Sex takes me back to dark, dark, darkness in a year when I’d put it on practically every time I got in the car. Two years ago, I’d have wanted to switch it off.
The novel pleasure of touching, with your bare hands, something that’s lost the ability to hurt you.
HOWLING DOGS CONTINUES THE SWEEP
The only gaming community site I’m interested in is the one where we collectively recall our puzzling fixation on the bodies in Super Spike V’Ball, our arousal at being shredded into chunks in Skate or Die’s “Downhill Jam,” that time we masturbated while we watched Yoshi repeatedly submit to punishment and death at the hands of Magikoopas (it was an autoscrolling level.)
Read this cool interview with intensely radical game maker “thecatamites”