Follicular fantasies

When it comes to sex, it's often those who talk about it the most who do it the most. less. The others, it's not with their mouths full that they can talk! So Coco, for his first infidelity to press drawing, goes into comics (quasi) silent porn. No superfluous chatter here, it's the images that chatter and the drawing that chatters. But be careful, all in lascivious prose, if it you like. Stiff pen and damp ink, she puts on a bunch of pages virgins just for the pleasure of upsetting good morals and prudishness. As one gets over a cramp after weeks of abstinence, Coco draws a line under the moral: it stings a little, it stains quite a bit and yet, it's still joyful. His Follicular Fantasies, a succession of graphic romances sulphurous, libidinous and twisted, smell of sperm, snot and cyprine. If you steal a blush, it is because its design releases all fantasies, from the most languid to the most deranged. Here is a mussel-filling of vulvas powerful and deployed pussies, free and mutinous women, coitus strange and scabrous passions, of fierce but always consensual loves. A a real little manual for a feminism of combat and good humor, a thousand places of all dogmas and established conventions.