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I'm seeing all seven (and associated sidekicks, foils, and supporting character) writhing naked on soft sheets. Yes. Morrison's really sort of calculatedly hit a wide array of kinks and fetishy goodness with these, hasn't he? Fishnets and magick, goth puritan prettyboy, F2M warrior angst, big dude in a shiny uniform, er, another big dude in shiny uniform but this time he's got stitched together and ready to fuck everybody up, porn-gloss superheroine with sexily invulnerable skin... am I the only one thinking of the whole Seven Soldiers thing in terms of those supersex bits from 'Flex Mentallo', then? Good for marketing. Good for commentary. Good for Good.
But, then, that's kinda been one of Morrison's more recognizable tics, yes? Sexing up the joint, with every book he's on? |
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