Cthulhurotica cover art by Oliver Wetter

If  Lovecraft didn't have vast and crippling fears of sexual intercourse, his stories wouldn't be half as powerful or as memorable as they are.

To bring an overtly erotic element into a cosmic horror story without swerving into full-tilt silliness takes more than just big huevos. It takes the kind of non-Euclidean genital density ordinary humans aren't even equipped to perceive, except by the warp of its gravity well. If you ever meet any of the transhuman pornographers who donated their skeevy seed to this book, don't look under their skirts, no matter how often they offer.

For Dagan Books' inaugural release, editor Carrie Cuinn has embarked upon a catastrophically foolish plan to gather a singularity of testiculovarian fortitude into one flimsy cup anthology. My contribution, "Infernal Attractors," proceeds from the assumption that Stuart Gordon's From Beyond  wasn't sleazy enough. It appears alongside new monster-sexcapades from Jennifer Brozek, Ahimsa Kerp and twenty-three otherworldly pseudopod-fondlers.

The circular debate about the sexual subtext in the Cthulhu Mythos probably won't get put to bed by this book, but I think it will generate some worthwhile controversy, especially if they shoot "I Heart Tentacles" thongs out of a T-shirt cannon at conventions.

Cthulhurotica goes on sale December 15th. Bring extra deodorant.