
reading nakamura asumiko always feels like slowly descending to a black sticky soup bcos of how morally ambiguous her characters are but I'll take that as me being a perfectly normal human being for being disturbed. love her art so much it feels so airy and light, that, and then add the heaviness of the themes she confronts GOHD. keep creating my girl (she's 46 yrs old).

before i die I'll own a physical copy of this until then i will not rest. it gives me so much comfort that the author of this was a woman, god the sensuality and scent that was permeating through every panel made my cnt throb (art arouses me). i, for one, cant trust the artistry and depth of male authors (esp from japan idk if that sounds racist or xenophobic, if it helps they abused my ancestors). i hope asumiko nakamura eats well and have a health insurance bcos i have new goal and that requires she stays alive until i learn Japanese and go to japan and stalk her bcos i want to have a well-meaning conversation.
reread it after many years and it still hits, still deserves the hall of yaoi fame