Carol
Carol Borden was editor of and a writer for the Toronto International Film Festival’s official Midnight Madness and Vanguard program blogs. She is currently an editor at and evil overlord for The Cultural Gutter, a website dedicated to thoughtful writing about disreputable art. She has written for Mezzanotte, Teleport City, Die Danger Die Die Kill, Popshifter and she has a bunch of short stories published by Fox Spirit Books including: Godzilla detective fiction, femme fatale mermaids, an adventurous translator/poet, and an x-ray tech having a bad day. Read and listen to her other shenanigans at Monstrous Industry. For her particular take on gutter culture, check out, “In the Sewer with the Alligators.”
‘Ware ye, there be spoilers below~ You ever love a sandwich? I mean, really love it. Love it like dropping it on the sidewalk makes you reflect what in your life led to you this moment? Because Harley Quinn has. And Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation […]
It’s hard to recommend reading for summer fun this year. 2020 is hard, But I have some comics and if you need to take a breather from fighting for justice and punching the novel coronavirus hard, well, these comics are here for you. There are a few titles […]
“Also i just don’t know what hawkman’s deal is.” ~ Chip Zdarsky* “I love Hawkman and I know that people think I’m just being contrary or whatever but it’s actually because he wears a bird mask and hits people with a mace and is a wife guy.” ~ […]
Every April is Switcheroo Month here at the Gutter as each Editor writes about something outside their usual domain. This week Comics Editor Carol writes about playing games within games in Red Dead Redemption 2. ~~~ “You mean Paradise on one side? Maybe the Inferno on the other […]
This essay has some plot details and some swears in it. Proceed accordingly, my friends. ~~~ “I don’t know what I should have done. I never had to save the world before.” ~ Rita Farr Somewhere in west central Ohio, Black drag diva Maura Lee Karupt (Alan Mingo, […]
There was a time when no woman traveled without a diaphanous, preferably white, nightgown and robe in her luggage. In darkling hours, she might rise from her bed entranced to fling open French doors to dangerous passion and doom. She might flee a mansion after discovering her beloved’s […]