What's interesting here, and this is the power of comics happening, is that as you read through Yves' story you become acquainted with his wishes fears and hopes reflected in his manic detail. Stuff that a straight man takes for granted like a simple kissing scene becomes a provocative taboo bound no-man's land here. Far from cramping the story, it reinforces for me the sense that as a straight person I can read and enjoy material that, if mirrored in a gay context becomes stilted and distorted, forever aware of cultural judgement and appraisal. I really get a sense of the minefield that most non-straight society navigates through every day, with our 'straight' advertisement and culture showing a life that doesn't include them.
Yves Navant is a gutsy artist who isn't afraid of opening you the reader up to a world filled with his obsessions and fascinations. I'm even fooled for a few pages here and there until I see a male figure with a bulging crotch and go 'Oh yeah. It's from a gay perspective.' And yet how little I would take in a straight comic with the obligatory bubble breasted female, almost regarding that as standard fare...
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