Comics

I’ve done questionable things – I think it was the comics that started me off. They say that comics cause degeneracy and I think that there might be something to that idea, because my personal journey into degeneracy started with a comic.

I like comics; they have all sorts of subversive stuff going on in them, dominant women in tight outfits, degenerate behaviour, sex and violence, all the good stuff. I’ve been reading comics since before I could read, as my mother would read Tintin books to me when I was a small child and I carried on reading them myself once I was capable. Comics have led me to explore my public persona, my inner nature, and to question those ideas that everyone else seems to take for granted. Comics, because of their format and nature, can ask the questions that no-one else thinks of, questions of morality, religion, politics, and sexuality.

The Beano and the Dandy were my childhood reading materials until 2000AD finally arrived sometime in the late 70’s. 2000AD was a breath of fresh air compared to the dull comic books of the time. It featured such strange characters as Judge Dredd (a sadist in leather and a masked helmet), garbage-eating robots, techno-fetishists, mutants and aliens. A class read with subliminal questions that helped turn my young mind onto the degenerate path of later years…

I carried on reading 2000AD for many years until in my mid teens I started expanding my mind with the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers and various other comics of a similar ilk. It was slow going though and as a chubby bespectacled young teenager I once went into a comic shop and picked up something called ‘Tales of the Leather Nun’ which was rather too mature for me at the time. It featured a nymphomaniac nun in leather, who, amongst other exquisitely well-drawn activities, engaged in congress with the spring-loaded penis of a wooden figure of Christ on the cross. Sadly I no longer have that particular comic to show you…

In my university days I started reading Viz, which deserves special treatment, possibly with bleach and a pipe cleaner. Viz consists of a non-stop tirade of swearing, fart gags, wank jokes and toilet humour, all in graphic detail but in a style exactly like that of the Beano and Dandy of childhood years. Viz also has the largest collection of rude words in existence, the Profanisaurus, a quick peruse of which never fails to bring tears of laughter to my eyes. Unfortunately Viz have dropped their online profanisaurus, which is a great loss to academia.

As a young working man in the late eighties and early nineties I continued to read comics such as Viz, Excalibur (various women in tight lycra and leather outfits), Deadline and Blast. It was Tank Girl from Deadline who persuaded me to shave my head for the first time. Tank Girl was fantastic, she dressed in leather, drove a tank, shagged mutant kangaroos and drank beer (on a quiet day). Blast featured another powerful woman, Big Berta, who drove a bike, kept a pet shark and spent her time driving around looking for nookie in a future city where all sexual activity was outlawed. Blast also featured Lazarus Churchyard who consorted with frosty girls (more women in leather…), owned an S&M club and took piles of drugs just to stop from being bored.

I picked up my old copy of Blast the other day (dated 1990) and I noticed that this particular issue was full of BDSM imagery. Big Berta and Lazarus Churchyard were quite adventurous for the early 90s and was another wedge in the cracked shell of ‘normality’ that was my persona at the time. Sadly they are no longer with us but if you’re a young lady of reasonable discernment come over to my place sometime and I’ll show you my collection of rare comics…

Perhaps it was that undertow of BDSM imagery in comics that led to my interest in the London fetish scene of the late nineties. Propelled by visions of powerful women in kinky outfits, I entered the seedy underworld of the fetishistas in my early thirties and spent half a decade working my way through a world of leather, rubber, restrictive clothing, and deviant practices. But the real world, and its array of difficulties and problems, is so grey and grubby in comparison to the clean cut lines of a good comic book that my personal journey went from punter to journalist/photographer to organizer to depression.

I’m just going to step aside for a moment and draw a parallel here from possibly the most well known comic book hero of all: Batman. Most of us will have seen the rather campy Batman TV series of the seventies with its spandex outfits and silly schoolboy capers and most of us will also have seen the Batman of the movies, clad in heavy rubber and romancing Michelle Pfeiffer’s PVC clad fetish dominatrix Catwoman. What connects these two versions of the icon that are so diverse? A comic book or graphic novel, arguably the best graphic novel ever: ‘Batman: The Dark Knight Returns’ by Frank Miller. There’s not much I can say about this novel that hasn’t already been said but what it did do was take the camp schoolboy Batman and show him as a dark freakish adult, grown up into the mature world, and as with Batman so too travelled many comic readers. Comic readers who had given up on comics as being childish and immature were suddenly reminded that their childhood sweetheart was now a grown woman with needs of her own, and some of those were dark needs…

As a disillusioned thirty-something, when my vice didn’t provide me with the kick it used to, it seems inevitable that I would move on to the hard stuff – Manga. Manga comics are full of fantastical dominant women in sexy outfits with big guns and kung fu skills. Appleseed was my favourite and it featured a scantily clad female lead character with an enormous cyborg boyfriend. Ghost in the Shell features a lead character who is an almost completely artificial female cyborg who spends her free time in cybersex lesbian orgies.

But my downward spiral didn’t end… There is a subsection of Manga dedicated to extreme sex – Hentai. Hentai is the hardcore porn of Manga and was not usually available in the UK, you had to hunt it down on the web and in certain specialist comic shops. Hentai features young women in school uniform (an awful lot), buckets of jism, sex, bisexuals, homosexuals, orgies, bondage, discipline, S&M, butt plugs, fisting, shemales/women with both sets of equipment, demons with two penises, full colour covers, bisexual bondage fairies consorting with bats and insects and worms. Oh, and tentacles, lots of tentacles, more tentacles than are healthy…

So there you have it, from the Beano to tentacle town, conclusive proof that reading comics causes degeneracy, just like they said it would. However, all is not lost, I can say that once you reach the bottom it is possible to come back up and rejoin society, so do not despair and if, like me, you’re still up for a bit of degeneracy then get over to Forbidden Planet and see what they can do for you…