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Melinda Gebbie's rendition of Cobweb makes me absolutely demand that it be socially acceptable for me to wander around in diaphanous (love that word) purple lingerie. Preferrably at work. It wouldn't really do anything for professionalism, but it's like this giant welcome mat for being polymorphously perverse (love that phrase). "I'm sorry, I can't help you at the moment. I'm too busy billowing!"
In particular, Laverne & Clarice on their visit to the mystery tenth planet. Beautiful. Everything about Gebbie's linework is so ... unbound, even with all the bondage implications Moore pushes into it. Overflowing with potency.
Jack B. Quick is the other strong contender for top spot, darlings, simply because of his wildly literal super-brain and the way Queerwater just accepts whatever he's put out. I don't even want to guess at the deepest roots of his parents' madness, though.
Cobweb wins out, though, simply because of all that sex in that ink work & colour... |
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