Part II dives into black-budget ops like “Operation MOANARCH,” the CIA’s investment in sexual misinformation, and Pepsi’s creepy Super Bowl ad…
Author: Phil Italiano
Publisher, Visionary, Provocateur
The Moron Majority and the Recidivism of Stupid
This country — this beautiful, battered spouse of a country — took one look at a twice-impeached, 34-times convicted felon, a gold-toilet con man and said: “More, Daddy. Hit me again.”
Hajime Sorayama’s Desire Machines Short-Circuits Miami
Sorayama’s “Sexy Robots”—iconic, hyperreal, and unapologetically objectified—blend the spit-shined allure of mid-century cheesecake with the cold inevitability of techno-fascination. These are machines that look like they fuck back…
The G-Spot Conspiracy: Part I — The Myth Unveiled
What if everything we’ve been told about The G-Spot is a lie? Forget fingers and friction — the true key to female pleasure has been hidden in plain sight all along. Welcome to the conspiracy…
No Honour Among Thieves, But Lots of Tentacles
This latest installment of alien tentacle horror porn from Hentaied is directed by Roberto Di Suna (Parasited) and stars Shelena…
SCREW #10: “Smorgaspussy, Shit Flicks & a Gay Love Story That Changed Everything”
Before there was a rainbow flag, before Stonewall had even popped off, there was SCREW — and in April of 1969, Issue No. 10 was already doing what no other newsstand rag dared: printing gay love stories, real ones, right next to reviews of fuckbooks and takedowns of Anthony Newley’s limp cinematic dickprint…
Ciao! Manhattan (1972): Snuff Art with Better Lighting
Released in 1972 but shot over the course of a chaotic half-decade, this fragmented freakshow stars the doomed factory girl herself, Edie Sedgwick, wobbling through the wreckage of her own myth.
R.I.P. Tennessee Jeremy Jones Cane
Rest In Peace Tennessee Jeremy Jones Cane aka The Outlaw Poet and SCREW’s Poet Laureate. You are missed.
The Hypnotic Eye #4: “The Halloween Episode” 🎃🧠💀
Episode 4 of Joe Riley’s legendary cable access trip The Hypnotic Eye, brewed in the haunted static of 1996 — long before the algorithm started picking your poison for you….
Girls Who Fuck Guys with Three Dicks
We popped in the first disc. A grainy, zero-budget title card appeared: “Girls Who Fuck Guys With Three Dicks” — no music, no intro, no credits. But who needed any of that, anyway? It looked like something edited on a camcorder in someone’s garage and that was the beauty of it…