One Of The Things (Beyond All Of The Politically Messy Qualities of Her Work) That Makes Erika Moen so Cringe-y is That

She has this whole “let’s make sex clean and bright and wholesome, yippee!” and like?  I like my creepy seedy underbelly fetish shit, I like my stuff fucked up and icky and unwholesome.

Sanitized sexual liberation is no liberation at all.  If I can’t have the sequins and the grime with my freedom, it’s not freedom.