An ARC picked up from Edelweiss principally for that cover –as with Lore Olympus, the sudden reappearance among younger creators of an art style recalling Jack Cole's Playboy illustrations has been one of the more unexpected developments of recent years. Meaning I was immediately disappointed when the interiors turned out to look very different; I want to namecheck Sierra and Disney, Bluth and Bakshi, except I like all of those, and none of them quite gets across the slick, cartoony feel of this. It contributes to a faint air of insubstantiality which runs through the storytelling too, where a young woman called Lizzy moves to the city for university and then gets very into kinky sex, and that's pretty much it. It undoubtedly means well, and gods know the news this week has already been a reminder of the importance of consent, communication &c in BDSM. But if something presents itself as a story, rather than an educational brochure, I prefer that wrapped in more than a faint sheen of character and plot – something like Sunstone, which absolutely doubles as a primer, but is also an involving romance with an engaging cast of human beings who each have their own charms, foibles and flaws. Here, on the other hand, with the exception of one heavily signposted and somewhat implausible blind spot from which the only real drama proceeds, it's all perfectly adjusted individuals having clear, open and generally exemplary conversations about their wants and needs. I'm making it sound more earnest than it is; there is humour, especially around Lizzy's (plot-necessary) tendency to overshare, but...oh, I sometimes wish there were a simple shorthand for that thing where someone does a knowingly terrible joke, but even though they know it's terrible, they don't appreciate that on quite enough levels, so if anything it comes across slightly worse than if they'd just deployed it straight. Case in point, the scene here where Lizzy says "I mean, I was today years old when I learned how different vulvas can look. And they're all beautiful and unique!" While both characters in the scene look straight to camera. Similarly, though I can of course see the appeal of a utopian remix of everyday life, because I too live in the 2020s, there's a gliding over the practicalities that can verge on glibness; lip service is paid to money worries, but someone who struggles to keep a job as a waitress can still buy one of everything from the adult shop down the road, and nobody seems to struggle for a never-ending stream of new partners of their preferred gender/s. A few one-pagers at the back, while still light, seem more engaged with potential problems than the main story, and I think I would have been more into something with a little more of that grit. But that just brings home the overall sense that, while there is definitely an audience for this, it ain't me. Really, my only criticism to which I'd want to lend objective weight is that if something is intended to be educational, it's probably best it not use the spelling 'testicals'.