Letter from the editor


sheets of a publication that’s as romantic about sex as it is discursive, philosophical, truthful, wayward, wry, flirtatious, occasionally baffled and downright engrossed. Content will include features, a diary, original fiction and poetry, photographs and illustrations, profiles, first-person articles and wide-ranging reviews. The Amorist seeks to counter the modern tendency to see sex through a purely functional prism. We applaud the notion of courtship, flirtation, mystery and erotic connection. We do not believe anything is as good as sex – especially not chocolate, scented candles and expensive cars. We believe complicity and a little mystery are integral to long-lived relationships. That many lengthy marriages resemble the teetering, ancient village houses you see in the French Midi, all the more picturesque and enviable for the moss, cracks and weathered stones. We believe erotic love is the greatest and most compelling mystery of human existence


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elcome to The Amorist – a magazine devoted to the inexhaustibly fascinating topics of sex and love, for readers who want to lose themselves between the


(outside consciousness) and deserves in-depth exploration. The short story of The Amorist is that it came into being


as the result of a wistful conversation I had with publisher James Pembroke. We wondered why there was a gap on newsagents’ general interest shelves for a journal that took a general interest in sex. It is, after all, the force from which everything else springs and the need now for a little joyful distraction seems greater than ever. The longer story is that some form of rebellion was


already brewing in my latent amorist’s mind. Twenty years ago I co-founded The Erotic Review, which I edited for eight diverting years. These were relatively innocent times, before extraordinarily explicit images flooded our lives via the internet. In 2017 we know everything about red-hot positions, but little about the hidden chambers of desire. Do we really want what we think we want? The Amorist may not provide all answers, but we hope it will provide a rallying point and a siren call to devotees of love everywhere.


Rowan Pelling, Editor The Amorist


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