Enthusiastically described as the King of Smutpunk, Bukowski on steroids, and my personal favorite, Kerouac with lube, Moctezuma Johnson is many things to many people. A writer of exceptional talent and wit, he pumps out quality smut at a mind-blowing rate, a fact not lost on his loyal readers who lap it up like…you know where I’m going here, right?

It’s no secret I’m a fan of MJ, the reason obvious if you read his books. You do, don’t you? What many people don’t know is we go back a few years, managing to survive two now-defunct writers’ groups along the way. And before you ask, the answer is no. We weren’t responsible for their demise, at least not that I’ll admit here.

Even if you don’t follow him on Twitter, Facebook, Instagram or his other social media platforms, you’ve no doubt seen his artful promos and wondered who is that guy? Well, you’re in luck because, instead of the standard interview questions, I’m asking only one: Hey, MJ, who are you?

i am…
king smutpunk
bar owner, slut-maker
master, owner,
slave
mayhem smasher
self hater
chronic masturbator
sex addict
woman adorer
society hater
revolution on tongue
firepower in brain
heavy artillery in pants
spewing out every cumshot
every word
sharpened, honed, designed
to take down evil
the planet is spinning
wobbling, shaking, vibrating
make america great again
say the devils
I say let’s just aim for good in the first place, okay?
We would be lucky to get that
with all you crooks and sociopaths
I put both hands on the wobbly globe
to get it back in balance

There you have it in his own words. Now here’s what he won’t say about himself. He’s a great guy, smart, funny, satirical, loyal, supportive, brave, and a damn good writer who always makes me laugh. It doesn’t get any better than that.

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