Shipwreck SF

What can I say? I have read books I would never have picked up were it not for Shipwreck. I have encountered sexual proclivities I would never have been horrified by were it not for Shipwreck. It sounds strange to say that a literary erotic fanfiction competition could make you grow as a person, except for perhaps in the pants, but this one can. Because underneath all the pat lines and the puns and the penis jokes is a simple message: that there is more than one way to approach and enjoy literature, and the best way is always your own. And if that just happens to involve buff stuff, then so much the better!

So gross, but so funny. But so gross. But so funny.

I’ve fortunate enough to have been privy to the live version since its outset, and I’m so happy to see that this delightful filth can be enjoyed by the masses. All smut should be this well-written and hilarious.

We all love problematic things — carbs, racist children’s books, ourselves — but usually have to love them in secret, under many blankets, in that weird cupboard over the fridge. Shipwreck brings brilliant writer’s together to “honor” all your problematic literary favs by dragging them out screaming, showing their horrifying underthings to the world, and then making gentle, restorative, liberal-progressive love to them. Listen to Shipwreck and feel the shame just drip away.