Tales of the Pink Moon

I don't know if you are aware, but for many of our compatriots, Sex is terror. It's the fault of our ultra-connected society where the cult of performance and injunction to orgasm compete on apps dating and porn sites. Constant social pressure, fear of nudity, fear of not knowing how to go about it, or even of not succeeding enjoy, fear of being "a bad lay", the people of France prefer now abstinence. The country discovers a new contemporary evil, a pandemic that touches the ass: sex anxiety, a monster in the closet that we would like to keep under lock and key. Alas, the BD-CUL collection is not afraid of anything and you offers a terrifying opus in which desire and horror copulate, a kind from Song of Songs version Tales of the stick. Xavier Bouyssou and Chario Spiral, turgid members of this young guard of the 9th art which makes rise to the the eyes of the booksellers, share a refined tome in a vaulted crypt and pronounced bad taste. A journey to the borders of the rattle, lying on the same couch than a sex choreographer, a priapic king to the bone, Daft Punk, a clone who is hooking up, and naked chtis… No doubt, you have entered the fourth dimension.