As playful as it is shocking, sexy, and woke, Christina Springer’s The Splooge Factory invites the reader into the daily grind of sex work. And while it takes on race, culture, desire, and power, it also pushes the reader to rethink their own expectations of sex, the body, and the business of wanting.—Adriana E. Ramírez, 2015 PEN-Fusion Awarding-Winning Author of DEAD BOYS
Springer shows us how collective hatred and sexual objectification of powerless “others” (who are, sometimes, ourselves) enter the economy….[She] uses the good poetry of irony and linguistic experiment as a counter-magic to the bad poetry that monetizes vulnerability.—Hester L. (“Lee”) Furey, Author of Little Fish: Poems
Springer tells us what sex workers have always told us about our desires: they are our ass-out political and psychological truth. In exposing desire rife with undercurrents of racial injury and gendered insult, The Splooge Factory tells us what we purchase and project in service of something more sinister than lust..... The intimate labors of this work, The Splooge Factory made plain: to make sense—explode sense of social order and to place at center female desire. Deeply embodied, and otherwise intimate, in these pages we are faced with the no-difference difference of work and life where one finds “vulnerability/ at arm’s length.” – Bettina Judd, author of patient.
