Last time I wrote about comics, I gave them a rating based upon the subjective criteria “can you read this on the train” and “how explicit is this.” This time, I’m just going to tell you: do not read this on the train unless you want some awkward pants feelings with sweaty strangers giving you creepy looks. I also suggest reading this book when not in the presence of children, your parents, etc. I DO suggest reading it with your significant other (battery-operated or human).
Smut Peddler, aka The Best Name Ever, is an anthology of dirty comics written by an all-star team of writers and illustrators in the indie comics world. I was brought to the volume by my love for one of the contributors, Jess Fink. Her comic, Chester 5000 XYZ is AMAZING. (It’s a steampunk sexy romance with a robot and you can read it for free here.) Chester was my first erotic comic and I haven’t talked about it much because it felt like talking about porn, which isn’t something we do in “polite company.” Erotic comics have always felt more accessible to me though because they aren’t real people, which removes the icky ethical issues that have always stopped me from enjoying porn. (This isn’t a judgment of anyone who does watch porn, as I know it’s a healthy part of many people’s sexual experiences.) ANYWAY, I’m going to tell you about Smut Peddler and if you like what I have to say, please buy the comic and support a fantastic group of female artists.
This review is based on the 2014 Edition, a thick volume in black and white that showed up on my doorstep in a completely innocuous media mail envelope. Little did my mail carrier know, subversive comics lay within! The subheading on this book is “A Superior Pornucopia for Classy Dames (and the Forward-Thinking Gentleman).” With that in mind, here we go!