Anything That Moves

Indie darling Jamie Stewart once toiled in the vineyards of sex-addicted anonymity; whether in furnished tool sheds, garbage apartments, the front seat of their grandma’s four-door ‘70s Chevrolet, or in partitioned rooms of firetrap warehouses, Jamie wanted and needed to sleep with anything that moved. From being caught having their first orgasm by their mom’s best friend to being stalked and propositioned by a fundamentalist pastor; from soliciting spanking dates over the Internet to scoring a coveted invitation to a threesome with some elf fetishist neighbors, Stewart’s journey of fleshy self-discovery and queer awakening makes for an extraordinary, cringy, unputdownable epic in miniature, burning always with radical and often shocking self-criticism.

A one-of-a-kind exploration of abasement, depravity, joy, and embarrassment (and even joy in embarrassment), Anything that Moves is a series of comic, tragic X-rays of sex as it transforms itself day-to-day, moment-to-moment. It is funny, erotic, anti-erotic, honest, brave, icky, and hauntingly sad by turns. It demonstrates how the accumulation of intimate, highly charged moments make up a life, and how love and forgiveness can percolate around the edges of even the most traumatic relationships.

Xiu Xiu have been called self-flagellating,
brutal,
shocking, and perverse, but also genius,
brilliant,
unique,
imaginative, and luminous. Readers can expect nothing less from Jamie Stewart’s debut, Anything that Moves.