Yeah... I'm not really seeing the truth that sex is violence, nor that it's somehow anger-worthy that a woman doesn't want to have sex with you. (Disappointing, perhaps, but if you're directing the unhappiness at the outcome anywhere other than yourself, you've got problems.) That whole thing just seemed to come out of nowhere, just to make sure that every single thing about every single character in this story sucked and was awful.
As for the story, I... am not a fan of gore. It doesn't bother me or squick me, particularly. (I'm very, very hard to seriously squick out.) I just don't find explicit violence qua violence to be engaging or entertaining. For lack of a better word, it's boring to me. This story was well-done as far as the sort of nihilistic gore-gasm that typifies what I think of as "splatterpunk." I just didn't like the parts that were done well, and the parts that annoyed me (flat villains with pasted-on motivations, really gross implicit attitudes toward women that weren't addressed within the story) really annoyed me. I guess I know why I'd never heard of Joe Lansdale the horror icon before; this is way outside of what I'm interested in or what I'd ever seek out on my own. (Or if I did encounter it in an anthology somewhere, I'd read about two pages, sigh, flip to the end to see if it did anything unexpected, and then turn to the next story.)
As ever, I am glad that Pseudopod is willing to countenance and support all the shades of the blood-soaked rainbow of horror fiction. Y'all are rad. But let us just leave it that I will be looking forward to a different episode next week, as it were.