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Three

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby
Rob Kirby Comics
$6.25

Three is the title of a new comics anthology featuring the work of LGBT writers and artists. If “three” seems like an odd title for a comic, editor Kirby reflects on the ways this simple number saturates our lives: three Fates; three wishes; past, present, future; beginning, middle, end; and of course, the phrase “queer as a three dollar bill.” To his list I would add something Lao Tzu wrote in the Tao Te Ching (who, just to clarify, is not some long lost, never-seen-on-panel relative of I Ching, mentor to Wonder Woman during her Kung Fu days):

Tao produced the One.
The One produced the two.
The two produced the three.
And the three produced the ten thousand things.

How’s that for a hoity toity reference? I may have just piqued the curiosity of gay spandex-loving readers and lost them a split second later. Let’s hope not because Three is deserving of your attention. My only reason for including these lines by Lao Tzu is to show that even a long dead philosopher knows the importance of “three” out of which all things are made possible.

But how does three apply to Three, you ask? Simple. Three stories in one comic, done this first time out by three people: Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby. Orner’s name should be familiar to many from his long running strip The Mostly Unfabulous Life of Ethan Green. Likewise, Kirby should be best known for his Curbside Boys strip and Boy Trouble anthologies that saw life as both an indy comic and two collections from Green Candy Press. I shouldn’t admit this, but Sayers, known for her Thingpart strip, was unknown to me aside from vaguely recalled references to said strip. That was remedied by a visit to her site and clicking around to get a better feeling. One of the things about anthologies is to introduce different creators to readers, so mission accomplished there!

Several years back I rented Yossi and Jagger, Eytan Fox’s film about two Israeli soldiers having a secret love affair. It was my sudden awareness of my ignorance about anything gay in Israel that made me curious when I came across it at the video store (how 1999 is that?). Flash forward to recently when I stumbled across Men of Israel for a very >ahem< different spin on gay men in Israel. Eric Orner’s Weekends Abroad is another take on life and culture in that country, ostensibly through his own eyes as I learned through a little search that Orner’s recently lived in Israel to work on a project. Being Jewish doesn’t mean he fits in with Israeli or Jewish society as it’s expressed there. It certainly doesn’t help matters that he doesn’t understand Hebrew thanks to an incident involving, of all things, Wyler’s Lemonade. This is especially true for him in more devout Jerusalem where he works and less so in modern and gay friendly (or friendlier) Tel Aviv where he escapes. More than not fitting in, he doesn’t want to fit in and this attitude ensures that hijinks ensue from getting on the wrong Tel Aviv bound bus whose only stop is three (there’s that number again) miles out of his way, to a hook up gone south, and early morning meanderings through unfamiliar neighborhoods. Oddly enough it’s this unexpected wandering through Tel Aviv’s mostly empty streets that he finally develops a connection after spotting the person responsible for some curious English graffiti with which he’s been mildly obsessed. Coming across this person who simultaneously negotiates and participates in life both differently and as an outsider brings him to a similar understanding and acceptance.

Orner’s style here is a pleasant surprise, which is not meant as a backhanded compliment regarding his work on the Ethan Green strip. In general it’s more detailed but not overworked. From an artist point of view I’d say that Orner had a lot of fun being freed up from any constraints artists have working on the same characters over a strip’s lifetime. Figures have more detail and unique characteristics and the scenes in which they live and interact are highly evocative of a distinct place. Creating that kind of impression isn’t as easy as you may think. Orner works in black, white, grey tones, and light yellow, a combination that works surprisingly well. This is the same approach Orner is using in his bigger project about his observations while living in Israel that you can see samples of here and here. After reading this story and those samples I’ve realized how my perceptions of Israel and its people have been affected by myopic evangelical Christian notions of the country being the Holy Land. It may be true in a sense, but those ideas are frozen in abstract, subjective fantasies reluctant to admit the greater reality. In any case this larger outsider as observer project has me quite curious to read it.

Number One by Sayers is a short piece about the perils of having to pee when out in public. For sure it’s an odd topic and I bet you don’t usually think about it if only because you may be a guy and, guys, shall we say, have easier options when nature calls. Unfortunately women don’t have that advantage. Sayers’ treats her doppelganger’s situation with humor. Now the story functions on this level just as is, but there’s a deceptive simplicity at work here when you take into account that Sayers is M2F transsexual who negotiated the world in a body that didn’t match her innate gender identity. Considering this, Number One becomes a gentle and celebratory slice of her new life.

Kirby’s Freedom Flight revisits Drew, one of his main characters from Curbside Boys. It’s been several years since I enjoyed the experience of reading the two Curbside collections back to back and I remember relating to Drew in several aspects. Kirby visits Drew’s adolescence in a brief flash back, and now it seems I relate to Drew in a couple other ways. Drew the child used to hide from adults sometimes to eavesdrop on adults. Only my “hiding” was in plain sight, pretending to do kid things, and it amazed me to hear what adults talked about when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. He also dreamt of flying away on a plane from “everything.” Clearly Drew had some heavy stuff going on as a kid. My mode of travel was by hopping one of the freight trains that came down tracks near one house we lived in. But you’re not reading this to learn stuff about my messed up childhood, are you?

Flash forward to 1994 and Drew’s in his 20s, the boytoy of an older professor he had for film studies. He could be happy living in New York with a boyfriend, but that listless, unsettled feeling of childhood has struck again. When Mitch ignores him again in favor of grading papers (surely one of the banes of teachers all over), Drew simply decides to quietly make a break with the clothes on his back, a little cash, and Visa card for which Mitch is probably the co-signer. Kirby creates an encounter with a three-legged dog that acts in a fashion like an animal spirit guide until the owner appears and bam! totemic interruptus! Anything Drew feels he might have learned from this affable canine muse is gone. And just like that, so is his compulsion to leave Mitch.

Like Sayers’ Number One, Kirby’s story has a lot more going on beneath the surface. Drew the 20 something is in denial over being emotionally handicapped. But there’s more involving relationships, specifically how Drew sees his role. And Mitch has issues, too. While out walking, Drew wonders if Mitch will remember to take his “meds”, a phrase that clued me in to Mitch’s situation Kirby drew a little bottle labeled “AZT” a couple pages later. This is 1994 and AZT was one of only a very few HIV drugs at the time. A long life was often a coveted dream and gay men were selling life insurance policies and living it up in what little time they assumed was left them. And here Mitch sits resigned to grading papers, ignoring the company and hot and sweaty sex with a boyfriend 15 or 20 years younger, perhaps out of fear of infecting him. But he’s the perfect boyfriend for Drew because he’s clearly confused desperation, duty, and martyrdom, and a monotonous routine with love, a sense of purpose, and identity. Or perhaps I’ve just projected my philosophy regarding how living life with a chronic disease impacts relationships.

Art wise, aside from the blue, black and white color scheme, Kirby’s work here is a progression from his Curbside works. Like Orner, Kirby seems to have had fun expanding on drawing more background and scene elements giving a sense of animation.

Ask me what happened in some superhero comic I might’ve read a couple weeks ago and I’d be hard pressed to tell you. Too many are like the comics version of self-gratification. These three stories though, they’ve gotten into my head. sat down and stayed a while. I’ve even watched another Eytan Fox movie, The Bubble.  Good job, you three!

Three can be purchased at Robert Kirby’s website . Shipping is quite reasonable. People on tap for the next issue are Machael Fahy, Jennifer Camper, David Kelly, Craig Bostick, Sina Shamsavari, and Jon Macy.

Other links of interest:

My friends François Peneaud and Sean McGrath have also reviewed Three. Read their thoughts here and here.

Visit Ethan Green’s website and head over to Joey Alison Sayres’ spot on the interwebs.

Boy Trouble volume 1 and volume 2 (with preview pages) are available from Amazon.

My Son The Daughter

Tuesday, August 24th, 2010

Over at The Magic Whistle, blogger Sam Henderson posts scans of “My Son, The Daughter”. It’s a book of cartoons about a gay son drawn by Mort Zucker and printed in 1966. Typical humor for the time and the twist here is it’s told through the mother writing a letter to her sister. Go read now! Found via Journalista!

Someone Somewhere

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Lucy, Mary Lou, and Grace are the bestest BFFs ever! As little girls they tested their newly found fashion sense, creating stunning ensembles from their mothers’ June Cleaver style wardrobes. Pajama parties where the girls dissected their latest dates with different boys were a regular event, except Grace made it clear she was fixated on finding and catching “the absolutely perfect right boy”. You know, the guy who embodies the ideals of 1950s masculinity: handsome, charming, rich, and loving.  At least those are the ideals Grace think men should have. As they grew up, Mary Lou and Lucy got tired listening to Grace stick to her dream and dissing the men she dated. In return Grace didn’t pass up a chance to deliver sly catty comments about her friends’ dates. Grace’s subtle bitchery didn’t stop Lucy and Mary Lou from marrying, and she soon found herself feeling left out of their lives. Poor thing! All those years of fantasizing about the perfect guy compared to the realities of her two friends is too much to take and she has a break from reality.

Or does she? At a party thrown by Mary Lou and husband Howie, Grace finds herself falling for the charms and smooth looks of Tim Eldridge. After a few dates and a little making out in his car she believes that “at last love had come into my life!”

But you know how things can turn around! Her bestest BFFs have a shocking secret they can barely wait to unload on Grace.

“Gay, meaningless fling”?! Tim likes dick?

Dammit! Of course not. This is a comic printed in 1957 after all. Gay just means happy and carefree. Grace succeeded in convincing herself that her friends are just being mean until the day of Lucy’s wedding and she learned Tim had skipped town.

Later that day Lucy took the opportunity to drive home her long standing point by tossing her bouquet directly to Grace, driving her into a solitary crying jag later that night. Months filled with nursing her humiliation and long walks pass. Then one day her wall of self-pity comes tumbling down when an average Joe retrieves Grace’s scarf fallen to the ground.

The moral of the story for me is that it’s good to have standards but don’t set them so high that you end up thinking you’ll find omens in the clouds. And this guy isn’t as hot as Tim was, but he’ll probably cook you breakfast, has a big dick, knows how to use it, and as Dan Savage says, is GGG!

Someone, Somewhere was printed in Girls’ Love Stories #49, September 1957. Writer and artist are uncredited. © DC Comics. All rights reserved.

Batwoman

Saturday, August 14th, 2010

Over at The Source, Alex Segura breaks some exciting news about the upcoming Batwoman series. Enjoy the alternate cover image drawn by Amy Reeder Hadley (whose last project was Madame Xanadu) to November’s Batwoman #0 and read the rest of the news here.

Looking Back At Hulk #23

Monday, August 9th, 2010

This piece was written several years ago shortly after the violent and gruesome death of Freedom Ring, a then newly created character who was gay. Due to a hacker’s successful attack, it and 98 % of the site disappeared. Originally I railed a bit against Marvel for its handling of LGBT characters in the wake of the very public backlash by conservatives following the first Rawhide Kid mini series. The state of LGBT characters is much improved in the years since though still not perfect — whatever perfect means. Peter David made Rictor and Shatterstar a couple with a simple kiss, as well as the first bedroom scene for gay characters since Marvel’s Phat and Vivisector in X-Statix. Moondragon and Phyla-Vel (who’s had one too many code names) pledged their undying love (and tested a little too often perhaps). Teenaged boyfriends Wiccan and Hulkling are mainstays of the Young Avengers. And a gay couple kissing is included on a cover for an upcoming Ultimate Spider-Man.

Thankfully these days are a far cry and a long time coming compared to thirty years ago. In 1980 mainstream comics were still subjected to scrutiny by the Comics Code Authority and there were no positive depictions of LGBT characters in or out of the closet. Several new and smaller publishers such as Eclipse, Pacific, and First were distributed to comic shops directly and were never obliged to follow CCA rules. Marvel sidestepped prohibitions by publishing comics in magazine format such as Epic, Marvel Preview (which had the first male male kiss) and The Hulk.

Ah, The Hulk.

In “A Very Personal Hell” Shooter decided to write about a couple of homosexuals, drug users, and a suicide. Bruce Banner is a wanted man on the run because of Hulk-related incidents from previous issues. Where else is there a better place to hide but in plain sight in Manhattan? Actually, when the story opens he’s actually not hiding so well because a professorial type guy in a white lab coat and a security guard find him in a limited access room with research journals. Bruce hightails it down a corridor and apologizes for nearly knocking over a buxom redhead named Mrs. Steinfeld.

After catching his breath, Bruce partakes of New York’s connoisseur food, the street vendor’s hot dog. Or does Bruce like to play ptomaine roulette? With nothing else to do and no money to spare, Bruce returns to the YMCA where he’s staying. Two questionably looking guys eye Bruce in a hallway

and follow him into the shower room. The two-page scene has to be seen and read to be believed, so here is the first page…

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and the second page…

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Oh, and this page is not to be forgotten…

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Pretty disparaging for what seems to be the first non-coded appearance of gay characters in a comics story from one of the Big Two. This story was followed a few months later by the first of only two stories to my knowledge featuring Paradox. While Paradox kissed another male character, he also had sex with a woman, and writer Bill Mantlo never identified Paradox as gay or bisexual though he had one of the antagonists refer to Paradox as a fairy.

Andy Mangels broaches the topic in the first part of his seminal “Out of the Closet and into the Comics” article for AMAZING HEROES (issues #143 and #144 published in 1988). He recounts that after the story appeared Jim Shooter began receiving negative mail and Shooter hinted in letter columns that the shower incident was based on two true stories, one that happened to him and the other to a friend. Shooter was twenty-seven years old when he became Editor In Chief in 1978, and you have to wonder just when this experience occurred because you wouldn’t think a new Editor In Chief would stay at a YMCA. Maybe it happened during a solo trip to New York from his native Pittsburgh? The more I read through the story, the more I think it reads like an account of Billy Bob Joe country bumpkin who’s led a very sheltered life on his first visit to the big city.

Can you imagine if an out gay man had written that scene? You know Luellen would have stayed with his friend Dewey in the shower. Now I’m not trying to make light of situation involving non-consensual sex. Intimidation and violence are never right except perhaps if they’re used in self-defense. Since Shooter intimated the incident is based on a real experience then it needs mentioning that Shooter, being taller than average, cuts a rather impressive figure himself, and could have used his stature to his advantage. But that would mean there’d be no story, and therefore no way for Shooter to have furthered the stereotype that every gay man is a sexual predator. Maybe if it had been a real situation Shooter was tempted by the thought of gay sex and needed a way to assert his masculinity. The “gay man as sexual predators” is the same lie dressed up slightly differently that was spread and believed about African American men up until not all that long ago.

Wait a minute though. In one panel Luellen says, “Fair’s fair! I went first with that chubby cutie from Akron last week.” [Emphasis added by me.] The phrase “chubby cutie” reminds me of “chubby chaser.” Obviously the phrase can apply to people of both sexes and all orientations. It just seems…odd here to me, almost as if the words had been overheard. That bit of dialog also points to a history of this behavior and infers the pair has been staying at the Y for longer than a week in order to conspire these acts. Notice the bar of soap falls out of Bruce’s hand, too. You know what comes next in that cliché. Look at Dewey’s right ear in the last panel of the second linked page? At the time, only gay men pierced their right ears. The last four panels in the last image show Bruce from behind. You could say doing so emphasizes Bruce’s ass, but I read it as showing a progression from Bruce feeling vulnerable to feeling empowered in the panel that directly follows where he’s transformed into the Hulk, and the pose is frontal.

Hmm. How would the story have been different if Luellen had gone into the shower room instead of keeping watch for Dewey?

As far as I know what hasn’t been discussed much if at all is the rest of the story. Even when I read the story the first time in 1980 I knew it was the literary equivalent of a fly-drawing pile of excrement, and I can attest that it still is today. Won’t you let me share it with you?

After Bruce loses control, and it seems to be issues of control seem to be the sub-text here, there is the requisite transformation into the angry Hulk. Poor Hulkie has only a miniscule hissy fit when you think of the damage that could’ve happened. Here he tosses a full garbage can out of the alley, smashes a car, and assaults a pedestrian with one of the car’s tires before he literally tumbles into the ground floor apartment of a woman who goes by the name of Clear.

Now, Clear is anything but that since she mistakes the big, green giant as a friend of her druggie boyfriend, True. Then again, your perceptions might be a little skewed if you just took six tabs of some drug. She’s so messed up she misinterprets his angry “I am Hulk!” to mean his name is “Sam Hull.” True, Clear’s druggie boyfriend, returns and he must equally high because he refers to Hulk as “this overstuffed jerk” and threatens Clear. Hulk swats puny human. Puny human flees, shouting threats. Hulk likes it when Clear snuggles up close and says, “Wow, am I wasted! But, it’s like, okay, y’know? We can still make love…in a minute.” Would we have seen Hulk’s throbbing, green weenie if she hadn’t passed out? Apparently Hulk is too stupid to understand what making love means or he might have stayed agitated longer after not getting any.

Hmm. The prospect of sex with a tripped out woman is enough to calm Hulk so he can revert to Bruce. A shirtless Banner wanders the streets before getting up the courage to return for his belongings at the Y. Back on the streets he decides to he needs a job in order to find a safe place and try to access those medical research books he hopes contain a miracle cure. Never mind the information will be useless without access to technology. A shady looking character directs him to an address around Times Square, and this is Times Square before its current Disney-sanitized incarnation, At the address Bruce finds a room full of half naked women lounging. He politely turns down the madam’s offer to pass out flyers on 44th and 7th.

Later, Bruce and Mrs. Steinfeld, you remember her – the redhead Bruce almost knocked over trying to escape the hospital – run into each other as she leaves a chic restaurant. After hearing Bruce’s story (or as much as he’s willing to tell), she offers help in getting a kitchen job at the restaurant she just left.

Mrs. Steinfeld’s life is hardly wonderful. She’s going through a bitter divorce and custody battle for her only child; her mother is a conniving shrew, and her sister is a spineless suck up. Oh, yeah, Alice needs her Valium to calm her nerves, too. Bruce takes Alice to dinner to thank her for the job, and they end up back at her “6 rms riv vu” style apartment. He yields to her needs and “the night softly holds their love in its velvet fastness” while far downtown True beats the crap out of Clear.

That “velvet fastness” lasted through the night for Bruce and Alice, but it’s going to be broken. Unknown to Alice, her mother and sister are hovering mere feet away as she kisses Bruce. Later that evening, the callous mother sabotages her daughter when she calmly explains she’ll testify against her daughter in court. Moments later Bruce appears, thinking he’ll get a gourmet meal and more hot sex. Instead, he finds a distraught Alice. Poor Bruce. Anger begins to set in and you know what that means. Yep, he runs out of her apartment before Alice can see him turn into his mean, green self. Hulkie causes more damage for two and a half pages. A delivery truck gets thrown through the air to land on a rooftop, cars in a parking lot are smashed. Typical tantrum behavior.

Instinct leads him back to Clear’s apartment. No surprise she’s high again. At least this time it’s to help ease the pain from her boyfriend’s beating. Clear is afraid for he safety and tells “Sam” he has to leave before True finds him there. Too late! True already hatched a plot. He’s returned with a full gas can and ignites the apartment’s only door. Hulk pounds at the building’s structure, and as the timber falls, an escape route appears for Clear to crawl through. But the entire ten-story brick building has to collapse on Hulk for dramatic effect before he leaps away and changes back to Brucie.

Then he remembers running out on Alice and rushes back to be with her. Alas, Bruce running out was the last straw for Alice. All the luxury she could afford did nothing to dull the pain of her life, and she overdosed on her tranquilizers. Her suicide note reveals she’d figured out Bruce was Hulk (how the hell could she do that?) The note also tells him to take the $1,000 hidden in the blue cookie jar and put it to good use. Bruce has a good cry and a few days later successfully tracks down Clear to Mercy Hospital. He persuades a nurse to deliver an envelope to the recovering woman. Inside it she finds the cookie
jar money and a note that says only “Love, Sam.” Outside, Bruce gazes longingly toward her room and quietly walks off.

What’s Shooter’s moral here? His New York is full of messed up people, reminding me a little of the myth of Sodom and Gomorrah, where everyone’s sexuality is twisted and gay men are out to prey on you and violence as retribution is the only option.

All images and characters © and ® Marvel Comics. All rights reserved.

Brother To Dragons

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

Apologies for not showing the full cover.

François Peneaud
Carlos García (and colors)
Class Comics
$9 (On sale for 10% at time of posting)

BROTHER TO DRAGONS is part of the new wave of titles from Class Comics, the house that Patrick Fillion and partner Fraser lovingly built. Their expansion allows the opportunity to publish erotic comics that might otherwise have a bigger challenge in finding audiences. I’m happy to report that BTD is a very welcome addition to the genre.

Writer Peneaud set his rousing tale in a world that resembles Europe in the Middle Ages. There are a couple of differences though. In this world there is no guilt over having sex with other men, and we’ll see that some of these men have a connection to a divine dragon cult.

The story begins with Alaї, a likeable and dark haired young man, leaving the peaceful countryside of his youth and traveling by coach to the city where it’s been arranged he’ll work for his uncle. New prospects excite him and he’s eager to be over the disappointment from his cheating boyfriend Enric. Shirtless farmhands are a welcome distraction for Alaї just as it helps set a tone for the story. Shortly at a scheduled rest stop, Jiky, the sociable and stocky coach driver shares a good-humored conversation with Alaї. The talk leads to a sexual escapade in the stables that turns into a three way when hunky Boran, owner of the Red Bear Inn, a red bear himself, joins the action. This scene is the first of several that we’re given clues that there is more to Jiky, and his associates that we meet later, than meets the eye. A glowing red “tattoo” appears on the small of Jiky’s back as he climaxes and a few panels later his eyes shimmer red.

Having finished his journey, Alaї arrives at his uncle’s home and his cute twink of a cousin Rano standoffishly greets him. Alaї recalls their last visit together in the country when, thanks to a flashback, some typical roughhousing between them turned into the youths’ carefree exploration and enjoyment of one another’s bodies. Cousin Rano has become a bit of a puritan and will have nothing to do with their former activity no matter how much Alaї tries to persuade.

Meanwhile, Jiky arrives back at his quarters that are shared with several strapping men. The coach driver tells his three friends—each one sexy in their own ways–about Alaї whom he thinks would make a fine “brother to dragon.” Spirits are high and as it often does, conversation turns to talk of sex. The four men break in to pairs for lovemaking. I have to point out here that García’s talent really makes this scene visually stand out. There are a variety of suggestive angles and positions. Eyes wide open, tender looks, tensed facial muscles, eager tongues, a head tossed back are ample evidence of how well these men feel for each other. The textured lighting García accomplished here, evocative of light from a fireplace, makes the scene even more visually sensual. Job well done!

In the closing scene Alaї arrives at the church that his conservative cousin Rano directed him. Peneaud show us how fully integrated homosexuality is in this world he designed. A male attendant straightforwardly asks “Your preferences, brother?” to which Alaї answers “Male, please.” Thank you for making the co-existence of homosexuality and religion as simple as that. But then, Peneaud and García show what this means when a lean acolyte with a punkish Mohawk guides Alaї to a small, private room for communion and a blessing. The rituals here consist of making sacred marks on one another’s bare chests, retelling part of the Dragon creator myth, and sharing wine as a means of heightening sexual pleasure to an ecstatic experience as a way of worshipping the creator force. Alaї and the acolyte work themselves into some intense veneration!  While they’re going at it, a raven familiar looks on the pair in their physical abandon from its perch on a high windowsill. Through its eyes a mysterious hooded man assesses Alaї, cryptically commenting “Yes. He will do.”  Between this hooded figure and Jiky’s comments to his brothers, it smells like a mystery is a-brewing with Alaї!

It seems to me that the sexual aspect of worship here hearkens to times before the dominance of Judeo-Christian theology when some ancient religions had sexual components. Cults were known to have priestesses and temple prostitutes or sacred harlots, loaded phrases these days that acted out the roles of fertility gods and goddesses. Farmers might have a sexual encounter with a prostitute in the hopes of ensuring a good crop. Whatever the writer’s motivation is, it’s refreshing to read an erotic gay comic that adapts religion to a different sensibility. No shame, no guilt, and no church sexual abuse scandal!

Peneaud deftly wrote good, natural sounding dialog peppered with a few phrases to evoke a feeling of the story’s time and place. Sex scenes flow organically as part of the story and characters’ lives instead of feeling contrived and forced.

Carlos García is the artist of this creative team and he brings the story to life. The men he’s carefully drawn reflect distinct guys of various body types and he’s incredibly talented at conveying emotion and body language with his line work. Readers who like hairy men won’t be disappointed, but then, neither will those who like smooth skinned men. There’s a nice balance between the two types. So, what about the all-important man junk? García gives his men muscular bodies, tight asses, nicely endowed and realistically sized packages rendered with the right amount of detail. Backgrounds may often go unnoticed in a comic, erotic or not, unless the artist does a poor job with them. That is definitely not the case here; it all makes for a believable world.

One quality of this comic that I’d especially like to point out because it’s something that seems to be often missing from erotic comics. There is a sense of playfulness between the men especially in the sex scenes, and in other parts of the story as well. No doubt this feeling is a difficult one to pull off. Kudos to Peneaud for making this choice and to García for making it real and natural.

BROTHER TO DRAGONS is all around a very impressive accomplishment!

To see interior art and to order, please click here.

From The Library

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

You don’t need hear me grouse about the price of some comics today. A good friend tells me he often relies on his local library in West Hollywood to read trades and graphic novels, which inspires me to check my own library to see what goodies it has on hand. Here’s what I found today. I’ve read only rave comments about The Umbrella Academy and Kathryn and Stuart Immonen’s Moving Pictures has an interesting plot about art treasures during World War II.  I was very happy to see a copy of the collected Batwoman.

Go find which comics trades and graphic novels your library has! You may be surprised! If you don’t see much or anything at all, ask if your library is part of an inter-library loan system and you’ll be able to request books from other libraries in its network.

Torchwood #1

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

1 of 2 Comic Con covers

By Joe Palmer

Writers: John Barrowman, Carole Barrowman, and Gary Russell
Artists: Tommy Lee Edwards, Trevor Goring, and Adrian Salmon
$3.99
Titan Comics
Ah, Torchwood! I came to the series late and since BBC America wasn’t part of my cable package I devoured the series on DVD from my library once my curiosity got the better of me. Well, maybe devour isn’t quite right. After watching one episode it was urgent to watch at least one more, if not two, and with three I stopped. Had to make the goodness last a few days because Torchwood withdrawal is much worse than Torchwood over stimulation.

Not so long ago there was news of Torchwood crossing into comics as a regular series. I was both giddy and cautious. It’s easy to guess the giddy part. The cautious approach is just how I deal with comics based on TV series or movies. And by cautious I mean I avoid them after one too many craptacular Batman movie tie ins. The only tie in comic I’ve read in a long time has been Buffy and there are aspects of it that don’t thrill me. But let me try to put that prejudice aside. The simple fact is I needed a Captain Jack fix and I also wanted to see how the “equal-opportunity” hero worked in the two dimensional world of four colors.

Opening piece “The Selkie” is written by Barrowman and sister Caroline and drawn by Tommy Lee Edwards, with a second story, Broken, by Gary Russell, whom ardent Torchwood fans will recognize, and Adrian Salmon. The two story format seems to be the norm for a bit since “Broken” is serialized in five parts, and presumable the lead story will be a done in one, though I’ve nothing to base this on. In any case, it’s a smart and practical arrangement I imagine to accomodate artist Tommy Lee Edwards’ schedule and also possibly as motivation for readers to buy following issues for the second feature. On second thought, the Barrowmans and crew may want to mix it up and have an occasional full length story to give readers an enticement. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Caroline and John take Jack to investigate a mystery surrounding gruesome deaths of several men in a small fishing town near Scotland’s Seal Island. The plot is a plausible set up and given an appropriate Torchwood twist when it’s revealed that Jack has a connection with the Selkie, a fairy tale creature tied to the locals that turns out to be real. The dead men all have something in common, as do their wives which Jack deduces fairly quickly, but the explanation for the Selkie’s connection isn’t fully elaborated. Script pacing is good for two thirds of the story, but the ending seems rushed, even given the alloted 15 pages. Dialog is believable, but it feels different without someone for Jack to banter with, hit on and feel up. This isn’t a bad thing. Certainly there were instances in the show when Jack wasn’t wisecracking or surrounded by his Torchwood associates. [Mr. Barrowman, if you're reading this, care to go out for coffee?]

Edwards has done an admirable job here with the art. His realistic style sets the appropriately moody tone for a small Scottish town tied to the sea. No need to worry whether his Jack (or should I say Barrowman?) resembles the character. Edwards’ likeness is spot on not only with that handsome face, but also body language. Trevor Goring is also listed under artist’s credits, presumably as colorist and he’s really quite the match to bring Edwards’ pencils to life.

Where Jack is solo in the lead, “Broken” features Jack, Ianto, and Gwen together. I’ll leave the continuity folks to figure out where it fits time-wise before Children of Earth because it just doesn’t matter to me. Seeing Ianto again does and it’s a real delight. Oh, how I wish their relationship had been given more time to play out on the show. There’s no time to get weepy eyed as Russell launches right into strange happenings in a Cardiff hotel that our intrepid trio have come to suss out and fix. The bizarre incidents stretch back 140 years involve glowing skies, oddly colored lightning, apparitions and disappearing people and cattle. Yes, it reeks of Rift energies and in a twist, Jack surprisingly discovers the antagonist is a mysterious character previously encountered before but I won’t spoil who it is with clues. Appropriately, the chapter ends with all three having fallen into separate traps. Russell’s script is chock full of witty banter that makes the characters so much fun in the show. I can practically hear their voices in my head while reading. While shorter in page count, the pacing here seems more on key.

Adrian Salmon’s style is quite different from Edwards. Rooted more in a cartoon aesthetic than (photo) realism, there are good dynamics and layouts, and he’s got Jack’s facial expressions and look down to gestures so one easily knows it’s Jack, and not Ianto, who’s distinctive, as well as their adversary. His rendition of Gwen seems less like the actress than I recall though. It appears Salmon also colored his pencils, which meshes quite well with his style.

My expectations were high, perhaps a little too high. As mediums, comics and television may have lots of similarities, but television will always engage the senses of sight and sound. In other ways the writers and artists allayed my fears regarding comic adaptations, and I’ll be back for more.

Another Gay First For Marvel

Tuesday, August 3rd, 2010

Following in the wake of the first gay couple kissing on a mainstream comics cover (Ultimate Spider-Man #16) I thought I’d share another first, also from Marvel. John Byrne during his run on Fantastic Four used the word “gay” in a typical conversation. The panels here are from #251, dated 2/1983 which put it on sale probably in December of 1982. Tom DeFalco was editor and Jim Shooter was Editor in Chief. Shooter’s position makes me wonder if there was any friction over the word being used.

Wonder Woman’s All Boys Fan Club

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

This letter was printed in Wonder Woman #156 from in the sumer of 1965. What do you think the chances are that he and some of the other boys in his Wonder Woman Fan Club later discovered they were gay?