This qualifies as the least fucked-up thing ever written in Crossed, and only because I’ve taken it out of context.
For those who are unaware, Crossed is more or less the comics franchise equivalent of The Aristocrats; it’s a gore-soaked, rape-happy, one-joke premise that dares each writer/artist team to somehow exceed the raw depravity of those who came before.… Read the rest “Crossed”
A few things:
(1) I’ve never read the book, and am unlikely to see the movie. If I want to watch a film about people wrecking themselves with sexuality, I’ll watch Steve McQueen’s Shame again.
(2) I think the “romanticizing abuse” meme is horseshit.… Read the rest “How do you feel about fifty shades of grey?”
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtilties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.… Read the rest “”
