Technically, Sad Sex isn’t a comic. It’s a collection of zines featuring illustrations by Heather Benjamin. But it was so awesome/awful that I had to write about it.
Sad Sex begins with a thrillingly horrific juxtaposition of spindly figures in flagrante (because “fucking” is simply too mild a word to describe Benjamin’s contorted hardcore style) with expressions of howling sadness executed with painstaking detail.
As the collection progresses, the illustrations grow even more delightful and violent, introducing elements like menstruation, occult symbolism and all manner of incredibly hirsute women.
Proceed at your own risk: this is a morass of seething emotions and pure filth.