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The last two issues have re-awoken my interest in this title, predictably - it's Y The Last Sub. I'm impressed (not joking or sarcastic here) by the extent to which Brian K Vaughan seems to have deliberately written himself into a corner: either a) Yorick is only pretending he now wants to shag 711, and next issue he will escape from her, she will be told off for being mad and wrong and Yorick will reassert that he only loves and wants to shag his girlfriend (in which case the BDSM community and others will roundly castigate Vaughan for giving us, as Flowers says, yet another kinky character who just happens to be evil and can't quite process the word "consensual"); OR b) Yorick will shag 711, and then thank her for helping him work through his many, many, many issues and work off that repressed sexual urge (in which case a slightly smaller section of the BDSM community will castigate Vaughan for being so irresponsible as to present a non-consensual scene in a positive light, whilst a bunch of his other readers will just be weirded out - Pat Califia might like it, though).
I'm hoping that we get some variant on b), because a) would just be so bad, and predictable. And the fact that b) is kinda insane and wrong would only make me happier, and I might even start buying this title regularly. Before now Vaughan has been writing Yorick as slightly boring Everyman, albeit one who ties himself up for kicks, and I'm pleased that it's now emerged that he's, shall we say, a little more complicated than that. So a) doesn't work because we'd more or less lose that element. Scenario b) would also provide the only plausible answer to Flowers' question about how 711 knows about Yorick's past: she's not blind. I'd say it's obvious that Yorick has issues with sex, for exactly the reasons 711 claims. He's the last man alive, his girlfriend is on the other side of a post-apocalyptical world, and he's still not slept with anyone else, although arguably he's been foiled by circumstances at least once (the ex-convict girl Hero deaded). I think it's just like a therapy session, and she may not have known exactly what his deal was, but knows enough to surmise that if you drug someone and poke around in the murkier bits of their head, fucked-up stuff is bound to emerge... |
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