![]() “The trays were steaming hot and Johnny grabbed the back of our friend’s neck and pushed her face into some spicy sag paneer. If Lunch wrote about food instead of sex, no one would pick this up. For Lunch herself, it must feel cathartic to pour out all these memories of sex beyond its limits out onto the page.īut if sex does not titillate the reader, or he or she does not crave the vicarious thrill of sex with strangers in ’80s New York’s flea-bitten but lionized flophouses, then Paradoxia is as riveting as reading about someone who travels from buffet to buffet. Rather, young male virgins completing their freshman year of college or the proverbial 14-year-old Goth girl from Kansas might find Lydia Lunch’s Confessions of a Sex Addict a compelling ride. ![]() This means that its tedium is hard for any adult to sit through without skimming and groaning. For the preceding 150 pages, her story is for those who thrill to the exploits of sociopaths and revel in sex as both the ultimate means and metaphor for power itself. ![]() “ had to learn to replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, with Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.” That’s Lydia Lunch’s epiphany that concludes Paradoxia.
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