Apocalypse Burlesque

Apocalypse Burlesque — Tales of Doomsday Eros.

Sheri Tsukino holding Apocalypse Burlesque

Sheri Tsukino holding Apocalypse Burlesque

666 from Apocalypse Burlesque“What does Supervert teach us about writing, the occult, the Devil? More than you would think. An author this skilled can only be in league with Satan; especially when he's covering topics such as these from such a fascinating stance of neutrality. Like the ringmaster of the Bosch Awards which open Apocalypse Burlesque, Supervert crooks a finger to lure you into a gallery of sin for which he is mere presenter... So, thanks for another masterpiece, Supervert.” — Painted Blind Publishing (M.F. Sullivan)

The thesis of Apocalypse Burlesque is simple: it proposes that sex is where we can take the pulse of an era that has increasingly come to resemble the end times. We now know that the conditions to maintain life on earth are fragile. The ways to end life are many. Our impending doom makes us turn to pleasure yet our pleasures are the very tortures that Satan used to inflict on the damned. We no longer believe in the arch fiend but we keep up his memory in the sex acts we perform. Erotic asphyxiation is what we are into. Regardless of whether we practice it in our personal lives, we have our hands around the throat of the planet.

Apocalypse Burlesque uses satire and slapstick to zoom in on the details of hell. A child dominatrix, an old man in a retirement home for perverts, a world leader who undergoes gender reassignment, a star fucker who sleeps with conjoined twins, a coward who participates in a fisting contest, a rape victim who mistakes prurient interest for social approval, a husband who gets a surgically implanted "man womb," a woman who laughs when she orgasms, an activist who believes hate sex can change society for the better — this is our world in a funhouse mirror. This is the garden of earthly delights when the earth is in peril and the delights involve pain. Ladies and Germs, God is worse than dead. He is impotent. Hubba hubba. Va-va-voom. It's the crack of doom in the boom-boom room.

“These are tales of woe. They are the funny pitfalls of society pushed to the brink. It's what happens when nothing is shocking anymore and perverts are blundering through their own apathetic depression... What is present in these stories that really set them apart from normal shlock is the political tones Supervert takes. Throughout the book he repeatedly chastises the culture responsible for the demise of decency. He pulls no punches and says plainly that white male culture in its reign of terror raping and pillaging the planet is the impetus for his brand of kamikaze lust. He tells all of these stories with poetic grace, irony, and the darkest of humor. The book is biting and unforgiving it hits hard and drives home the feeling that the end times may find us soon in an akward state of post-coital stickiness..” — Blogona

Published in 2018
191 Pages
Trade Paperback
ISBN 978-0-9704971-4-7
5 x 7 x 5/8 inches
Perfect bound, gatefold cover
Text printed on 80# Mohawk eggshell white

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