Ah yes, I forgot what my favorite part of any good graphic novel erotica anthology is: comedy. Timing your lover's [REDACTED] to the explosion of a bomb you planted in an isolationist compound because the owners of said compound are
1. snobby pricks hoarding life-giving spores needed in a desert so really your ecoterrorism is only doing everyone a favor, but really you did it more because these afore-mentioned pricks
2. fat-shamed your lover, for example is. Hilarious.
Other than being very enjoyable on a sultry level, this anthology is a veritable feast of eye candy; there's a lot of top notch artists in this anthology, many of whom who have written other works I've read and enjoyed with great enthusiasm. Their one-off stuff here likewise doesn't disappoint, it's got all their wit and charm. I only recently discovered Discord Comics and their work, but with any luck, hopefully I'll be able to catch up and collect their other anthologies. I already have 2 more of their anthologies en route.
... Also the comic with the two Edwardian butches posing as men so they can pursue their university interests (and, as one butch points out, court women freely) finding each other after some subtle, orchid-enriched flirting was ... inspired. Helped me figure out why I love the trope, I think (women masquerading as men.) It's just so ... DEEPLY queer on multiple levels. Think it through with me.
You're a woman dressed as a man so society can accept your intelligence and competency (because it can only accept such skills under a singular lens (masculinity), therefore it must be lied to.) You can never leave your origin point or true home (womanhood), but you also are suddenly thrust into a world of men who treat you under completely different rules--humane ones, even--so long as they view you as Like Them. If these men take an interest in you, that's gay because they think you're a dude. If these men take an interest in you, that's also straight because what they're in love with isn't a man, it's a woman. When you are a woman dressed as a man courting another woman, you are finally able to have in the public eye the relationship and devotion you so desire with another woman, and you'll be accepted and allowed to do it. (Something not at all possible while you are a woman who looks like a woman.) When a woman loves you, that's straight, because she thinks you're a man. But it's also actually gay, because you're not a man, you're a woman. If you're a woman dressed as a man, ARE you a man, then, by the definition of some social technicality? Not because of however you might feel, but because you are perceived as a man, you are treated as a man, therefore as long as the ruse continues, you get to function socially as a man? In societies where you can only reach true freedom and agency by donning a ruse of masculinity, are you only ever your "true self" when you're a man, because it's when you play this dance that you *finally* get to act as yourself with full social power? Tip of the iceberg questions. It doesn't even get into, you know, how the delusion of a man's superiority completely neuters him in turn. (Read: You can never be truly the "best" or most skilled and intelligent if you go out of your way to keep your competition out of the arena (enforcing patriarchy); you are untested, untried. A cheat and a fraud. A pauper king clinging to a crown with trembling fingers.)
I COULD go on! But I won't! Just had to put this down somewhere while I had the revelation fresh in my brain.