Chapter Two As a kid, "Spider-Woman" the chic red number from Hawkeye was my Marvel jam. West European, cursed with bad-assed Petey Parker-esque powers and a bizarre bonus: pheromones that unnerved folks, teasing a tag "To know her is to FEAR her". Like an arachnid, she gave (most) peeps da creeps! Some had reverse reaction: a compulsive attraction, giving a seductively tragic twist, plus she palled around with an ancient wizard who kinda had an unsettling uncle effect.

Chapter One Last week the 2 two titles I snared in an unwinnable crusade of catch-up from 11 flat behind bars had a common thread - those uncommon threads worn by female comic characters. "Catwoman: Lonely City" and "Hawkeye: My Life As A Weapon" devoted thought and imagination to what some gals got on, and me having a discernible (read: homo) eye and devotion to sequential art, this subject eats up an embarrassment of my psychological topography. Maybe you read her

September 14th, 2026 "My little cousin'll murder me if something happens to this" claimed the(n) fat little poser writing this about an issue of the New Teen Titans comic clearly his, scapegoating a now deceased (RIP, K.J.!) then-6 relation. Back in 1982 for a middle-scholar not trying to look any more tragic than a 12 year-old whose dad ate a gun for Easter supper, being over 8 and still doing superheroes was maybe worse. "You're afraid of your little cousin?" that awfu

August 23rd, 2026 Months back here I praised Mark Waid's timeless writing on "Kingdom Come" before garroting it on "Champions" then especially "Captain America: Home Of the Brave", his socially irresponsible propaganda pamphlet. Alex Ross's detailed Norman Rockwell Ubermenschen-dystopian-blitzkrieg clusterfuck (I hope y'all know compliments when you read 'em) overshadowed a clearheaded and ingenious taut political thriller with roots set in 1938 wrapping sometime that sm

August 18th, 2026 Being a Big House comic nerd bites sometimes. Making discoveries behind the Ultimate Firewall® frustrates from me wondering what's been discussed, dissected, poked, and prodded past it. Messaging around two years back, my home-girl Nicole caught up talking a Batman story with our Dark Knight hitched to Selina Kyle with their grownup kid investigating Joker's murder written by some cat named Tom King. This longtime chum and I only chatted a couple times