My internalized misogyny is such that I have a dick. —Kum the Klown

Kum the Klown was born a girl clown, therefore born into a life of suffering unimaginable to boy clowns, even the saddest and most beleaguered!

The pain of being born dead–alive as a girl clown is such that self hate is guaranteed and love of pain is a default coping mechanism.

A femcel is anyone who has been brutalized, consumed, and destroyed by men.

By that definition, Kum the Klown is a femcel many times over!

The way women have bought into fear of male impotence is clowning, like the “child’s scary drawing” of tits we have become. We have become sex clowns.

Maybe it turns you on, like how clowns make you laugh, but it’s also vaguely frightening, like how clowns are scary!

Kum the Klown dons the clown makeup in solidarity with all women who have been forced into sex clowning by the impotent Dick Inside.

All femcels have “honorary” dicks.

[Putrefacto 10/07/25]

…not only was he weird about kissing me, but he didn’t show me physical affection of any kind. I tried to hold his hand in the movie—no dice. He claimed he’s not into PDA, but this was still a thing behind closed doors.

I felt like he was weirdly not even there with me, despite the fact that we played every pinball machine together. It’s a bizarre thing to try to describe. Like someone who keeps you at such an emotional distance that you feel alone with them, even when their cock is inside you.

I can’t say I’ve ever experienced this with anyone else, and I’ve been with lots of intimacy-phobes. Sadly, they are usually “my type.” But even the worst of them still acted like they wanted to be there during sex. F—’s vibe, at all times, was very “I’d rather be fishing.” When I asked him about it, he took it as an affront. “Now I feel like I did something wrong…”

Trash.

Interesting that his “favorite thing in life is fucking” (direct quote) when the whole time we’re doing it, it feels like he’d rather be doing literally anything else. The only sign of enjoyment is the hard dick itself. This extends to everything, really, even beyond sex. His whole vibe is “I’d rather be doing anything else.”

I felt like a human gloryhole, but I used him like a human dildo, so…it was weirdly empowering despite him completely dissociating during the most intimate experience human beings can possibly have together. It feels like I got above something I’ve felt beneath for the past year or more. I got on top, literally, and I think it ended my toxic crusade of needing to feel sexually desirable as an “aging” woman, to be able to have satisfying sex. All it takes is a dependably hard cock, which has been hard to find—all these dudes, especially younger ones, have blown their dicks out on porn.

TLDR:

Imagine fucking someone who doesn’t look at you, not even once.

Might as well be a gloryhole.

Presence only in total absence.

Nuclear winter of the heart.

Invocation: The divine masculine in radical presence. This is what the flowering Dick Inside looks like.

Lately I’ve been having thoughts
of castrating older men.
Not all of them.
Just the ones who mistake
a poetry reading
for a dating service.

The ones who stand by the sign-up sheet
complimenting a twenty-three-year-old’s work
with their eyes fixed somewhere else.
The ones who own the venue,
host the event,
run the workshop,
and think every “no”
is a public humiliation.

I’ve watched it happen
for twenty years.
A woman reads three poems.
The room leans forward.
After the show,
some guy old enough to know better
decides her presence
is an invitation.
A week later
her name isn’t on the list.
A month later
she stops answering messages.
Another voice disappears.

That’s the part that gets me.
Not the rejection.
Not the bruised ego.
The waste.
All those poems
that might never get written.
All those years
someone could have spent
becoming an artist
spent wondering instead
whether every room
comes with a cost.

The men I’m talking about
always have explanations.
Misunderstanding.
Mixed signals.
Bad timing.
Excuses so thin
light passes through them.

The people who taught me better
never made it complicated.
Respect people.
Take no for an answer.
Leave the room better
than you found it.

And when you inherit a community,
you don’t treat newcomers
like prey.
You make space.
You remember someone
made space for you.
And if people are coming up behind you,
you hold the door open.
You don’t stand in it.

It really isn’t difficult
to not be an asshole.
It really isn’t.

Just act with forethought,
empathy,
consideration.

Remind yourself
you aren’t entitled to anything.

And when the kids have to be
the grown-ups in the room,
maybe it’s time to ask
how you got here.

Fiery Femcel Fury

Co-Edited by
Madison Murray & Kum V

Femcel collage by Madison Murray

Our SCUMtributors:

Kyle Bertone is a photographer and mixed media artist. Born and raised in Salem, Massachusetts; he lives in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. He is the Visual Arts chair for the Harrisburg Fringe Festival and serves on the board of 717 Arts, a non-profit dedicated to supporting artists throughout central Pennsylvania.

Blush Bullseye is an erotica writer, performer and painter who loves doing readings. She has zine books of her erotica called Privacy Part and Small Talk and runs/hosts an Erotica Nite of readings/performances in NYC.

Jerica Burgette

“A femcel is a female/femme who is frustrated by multiple failed romantic relationships and adjusts herself on a spectrum of anger that either turns inward as depression or outward as resistance, based on wanting or not wanting to rely on a partnership to define her self-worth. Either direction can freeze her into stillness or push her into movement — likewise, it can either hinder or help her grow into the stage of not needing a man to function daily. Acceptance can manifest as succumbing to either self-criticism or self-love, therefore remaining single indefinitely.” —Jerica Burgette

Karina Bush is an Irish/Roman poet, playwright and video artist. She has authored five books, including Rotten Milk from Tangerine Press, and her work has been featured in 90+ publications, including POSTPOSTPOST, International Poetry Studies Institute, Akashic Books, Deleuzine, Chiron Review, Hurricane Review, Expat Press and LA Review of Books. 

“A femcel is a romantically amputated woman. Numbers increasing with technological development.” —Karina Bush

Elwin Cotman is a storyteller from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. He is the author of five books: the poetry collection The Wizard’s Homecoming, and the short story collections The Jack Daniels Sessions EP, Hard Times Blues, Dance on Saturday, and Weird Black Girls. His debut novel The Age of Ignorance will be published by Scribner in 2027.

Katie Haley is a writer from California with work in/on Hobart, Somewords, Vlad Mag and elsewhere. She believes in writing that’s abrasive and hardy. Her vices include but aren’t limited to cumming then crying, cheap tequila, and gossiping.

Avelynne Kang is a writer and soon to be therapist from Toronto. Her work has been published in Maudlin House, Expat Press, Ghost City Press, and others. She hosts a podcast called Courtesy Flush on YouTube. She is a libra sun, gemini moon, and gemini rising and thanks you for reading. <3

“What is a femcel? A slight departure from incels, as incels emphasize the involuntary aspect of their celibacy and (real or imagined) lack of sexual desirability. Femcels to me are women who lack sexual or romantic desirability and struggle to socialize with women due to perceived competition or tend to aggressively self-isolate. Sylvia Plath’s protagonist in The Bell Jar is an OG example, but more contemporary femcels include Mia Goth’s portrayal of Pearl or comedian/actress Ivy Wolk.” —Avelynne Kang

Mr. Omar King resides in Gardena, California. You’ve seen him as a regular guest on Soft White Underbelly. You’ve read his schizo short fictions on Cream Scene Carnival, Cum Punk, Honk Magazine, 100 Subtexts Magazine, and Elizabeth Ellen’s Hobart Pulp Magazine. Instagram: @ahsintheblacklodge Twitter/X: @omarking0924 Substack: MR. OMAR KING’S SUBS-TIC-TAC

Lotte Latham is a professional hedonist with an untidy mind. Author of chapbooks Maternal Potential (Carrion Press ‘25) and Dear Mr Andrews (Guts Publishing ‘23). When she’s not writing, you’ll find her fucking bottles under the alias: My Babyallgone. Wanna watch?

Julia Laxer is a poet, writer, performance artist and editor at Hobart Pulp, where she curates a column, THE COST OF LIVING. She has danced, on-and-off, since 2002. Julia is a proud former San Francisco LUSTY LADY and currently entertains onstage in Portland, Oregon at Mary’s Club.

Tim Livingston is a poet + proud Pennsylvanian. They live with their cat Mamma Mia!

“A femcel is someone who would prefer to long for a gentler authority than to submit to a carnival mirror. I’ve located myself in this identity in an effort to shift the tonal center of my sexuality.” —Tim Livingston

Tara McGowan-Ross is an ethnically ambiguous brunette protagonist and happily married femcel. Her poetry has been anthologized in Best Canadian Poetry. She is the author of poetry collections GIRTH and SCORPION SEASON, as well as the Weston Prize finalist memoir NOTHING WILL BE DIFFERENT. Follow her @girthgirl and on Substack.

“For me, it’s a set of philosophical and aesthetic principles that invert the standard expectations of the feminine under patriarchy: under patriarchy, the female must exist for others. She must be yielding, sweet, supportive, self-denying, nurturing, ‘good’ to a standard of goodness which is inhumane, and only in possession of a service-oriented sexuality under specific pre-approved circumstances. So much of the way the world works is organized around the assumed inherent desirability of being this way, and the consequences of straying from it are massive. Instead, the femcel is angry, perverted, aggressive, and aesthetically man-repelling.” —Tara McGowan-Ross

Bob McNeil is a writer, editor, cartoonist, and spoken word artist.  Flexible Press published his book composed of essays, illustrations, poems, and stories titled Compositions on Compassion and Other Emotions. Proceeds from this work fund the National Alliance to End Homelessness.

Madison Murray is a New England-based writer, artist, editor, and performer. She is the author of My Gaping Masshole, a cult collection of erotica, poetry, and NSFW art about the north shore region of Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in Playboy, Hobart, The Blood Pudding, Quiet Lightning, dream boy book club, BULLSHIT Lit, Dirt Child, Spectra Poets, and Cum Punk Magazine, among others.

“Femcel (noun) – a person who experiences difficulty forming or maintaining intimate relationships with men. I’m a femcel bc I am traumatized. My brain is fully developed. I live with my mom. I have to write. I fuck for love. I love no one.” —Madison Murray

Zofia Provizer

Nora Rawn is terminally single and writes poetry while working in publishing and living in Brooklyn. We all die alone anyway.

CUMstopher Soredick is a professional game programmer and unprofessional word deviant who runs (the decidedly tamer) Artemisia Press out of a triangle-shaped house in the woods of central Ontario.

Kum V (fka Kim Vodicka) is a 24/7 sapiosexual femcel. She invented Cum Punk, where she is founder and editor-in-mischief. She daylights as a free-range dairy farmer of the Bovine Divine, and she moonlights as Kum the Klown, Cock E. Cuntsmart, and The Dick Inside, 

“Femcel (noun) – she who chooses herself by any means necessary, who abstains from intimacy with men when it means loss of power and/or self. I’m a femcel bc I resist psychic death. I don’t hate men. I just hate that society has failed men and therefore everyone else.” —Kum V

Dan Wright is a writer and poet from St.Louis, Missouri, where he hosts two regular poetry series, runs event programming for beloved St. Louis independent bookshop Dunaway Books, and is cofounder of Back of the Class Press.