
A cast of strange and unforgettable figures: the rat-infested lover, the self-styled dominator in his concrete tomb, the junkie with angel hair and hollow eyes, the madman circling the streets, the gentle boy who slipped through time. From the trembling intimacy of a nursery tent to the grotesque rituals of the sexually charged and viole
A cast of strange and unforgettable figures: the rat-infested lover, the self-styled dominator in his concrete tomb, the junkie with angel hair and hollow eyes, the madman circling the streets, the gentle boy who slipped through time. From the trembling intimacy of a nursery tent to the grotesque rituals of the sexually charged and violent, Fox witnesses, survives, and records it all. A series of fleeting encounters unfolds across bedsits, streets, parks and forests - men who arrive charged with promise, curiosity, or need, and leave behind something stranger: disillusionment, tenderness, sometimes a trace of love.

From the gutters of language and the ghosts of patriarchy rises a fierce, unflinching excavation of the male psyche. In this intimate and irreverent reckoning, artist and writer Sue Fox delivers a lyrical, transgressive work of poetic theory and memoir — part literary dissection, part anatomical haunting. The Scatological Sons is a chann
From the gutters of language and the ghosts of patriarchy rises a fierce, unflinching excavation of the male psyche. In this intimate and irreverent reckoning, artist and writer Sue Fox delivers a lyrical, transgressive work of poetic theory and memoir — part literary dissection, part anatomical haunting. The Scatological Sons is a channelled text, a darkly erotic and scatological epistle to the broken gods of masculinity. Rimbaud’s shadow looms large, guiding Fox through a visceral descent into the bowels of myth, sex, ritual, and shame. Wading through the sacred filth of language, the grotesque becomes holy, and the male body — so long, a site of aggression and projection — is rendered tender, tragic, and absurd.

Welcome to the scorched terrain of the digital underworld — where damaged men speak in riddles, lust, and lies. In Cocks & The Apocalypse, artist and academic Sue Fox excavates a strange brotherhood of online avatars and real-world encounters: a sniper turned survivalist, a fallen pornstar, a messianic games developer, a self-proclaimed
Welcome to the scorched terrain of the digital underworld — where damaged men speak in riddles, lust, and lies. In Cocks & The Apocalypse, artist and academic Sue Fox excavates a strange brotherhood of online avatars and real-world encounters: a sniper turned survivalist, a fallen pornstar, a messianic games developer, a self-proclaimed prophet-poet, a martial arts master with a fractured code, and a parade of scammers, publishers, and psy-op tricksters. Drawn from archived MSN chats, MySpace missives, and early Facebook threads, this memoir offers a forensic reading of masculinity in collapse — dissecting the mythologies these men construct, the fantasies they spin, and the dangerous charms they wield.

This new book ‘The Exorcism of Susan Fox’ is part memoir and part observatory, charting 108 myofascial emotional release sessions with renowned bodyworker Ray Haq, on a journey from 2020-2023, during the Corona lockdown. Many beings seemed to face their own madness & their innate shadows, and there was a distinctive move towards a collec
This new book ‘The Exorcism of Susan Fox’ is part memoir and part observatory, charting 108 myofascial emotional release sessions with renowned bodyworker Ray Haq, on a journey from 2020-2023, during the Corona lockdown. Many beings seemed to face their own madness & their innate shadows, and there was a distinctive move towards a collective alchemy. Fox seeks to recover the lost soul amidst an exploration of the depths of her psyche. It is an arduous task to move through the Underworld, to meet trauma head on, but in this surreal act of digging up the dirt of the past and through the manipulation & surrendering of the flesh, a great healing & liberation is borne.

Transgressive underground literature is alive and well in the UK. A woman living in Manchester has written a long and difficult experimental ode to her lifelong masturbatory habits, which is by turns shocking, funny, sad, distressing, erotic, contradictory, infuriating, vulnerable, aggressive...Every single chapter entirely based purely
Transgressive underground literature is alive and well in the UK. A woman living in Manchester has written a long and difficult experimental ode to her lifelong masturbatory habits, which is by turns shocking, funny, sad, distressing, erotic, contradictory, infuriating, vulnerable, aggressive...Every single chapter entirely based purely around sexual fantasies and memories and descriptions of orgasm. Something to upset everyone in here, this is up there with Genet, Burroughs or Sade for explicit and taboo content and the stream of consciousness prose is often impressive. Heterosexual younger men should read this book, they may learn some things. And older men come to think of it, and any woman hung up in guilt about their sexuality, or caught in the sugar and spice trap!