Cheryl Lynn isn't quite sure who she is, but she's pretty sure of what she wants to be. A warrior woman. A bad-ass mamajama. Perhaps an earth goddess extraordinaire. She spends her days abusing keyboards and screaming at computer screens while she waits for her cult following to finally show up.

She changes her mind more often than extras in rap videos change thongs.

Remember: save to your own server, sweets!

Reading SELF Magazine.

Writing To-Do lists.

Hearing Thunder.

Watching General Hospital.

Building Nothing.

Eating Vitamins.

Drinking Iced Tea.

Buying Comic books.

Thinking "It is HOT!"

Playing Episodes from Liberty City.

Adoring Cold water.

Saying Very little.

Abhorring Bigotry.

Feeling Calm.

Hoping To get in gear.

Like a virgin.

Y'know, I was so excited when I heard about the deal between Virgin Comics and Jenna Jameson for a new comic book title. I thought that Jenna would finally bring legitimacy to pornographic comics. And once she did, creators who have obviously been champing at the bit to produce pornographic material could move into a genre that is appropriate for them. It would be a place where they could flourish and explore new artistic expressions of sexuality. The result? The end of "fauxcore" garbage that ruins the enjoyment of mainstream comics. Instead of cramming this once sexually explicit but now watered-down and weakly-titillating material into places where it is neither welcome nor appropriate and can often disrupt reading comprehension, it would be allowed to flourish and become something that is actually enjoyable, makes sense and is pertinent to the story. And even better? It would be a woman at the helm of the whole operation. Then I read this:

"The story, while provocative and sexy, contains no nudity and is intended for a mainstream audience."

Damn. More "fauxcore" exploitative bullshit to ruin mainstream comics. Just great.

Cheryl Lynn @ 10:21 AM EST Link