I feel like I’m cheating by putting this into my read pile. This is a short story found in a not-so-wholesome magazine (May, 2013; if you’re curious).
I warmed up my review of Doomed with a read of this. WOW! I’ve never read so many synonymous verbiages used to describe genitalia. Cannibal, which has nothing to do with forks, knives, and fleshy-bits (sort of), is coming-of-age only told in Palahniuk-ism type of way. Confused? Well, I don’t want to give it away, but for those faint of heart or easily (or not so easily) offended–stay away and pray for me. For sick bastards like myself, come on in.