Hey, folks. Spike here.
Rabid hyper-capitalist porno-pusher that I am, I don’t usually go to bat for other publishers, because I want all your sweet, sweet dollars to line my solid gold Lamborghini with. But I’m making one big exception, today.
Its got 6 days to go, and over ten thousand dollars to make. And it’s having a rough time helping itself, because the project organizer, Janelle Asselin, is chronically ill. She was feeling fine when the project launched, but she’s been in hospital for days now, and probably won’t get out until it’s way too late to save Fresh Romance through her own efforts.
Janelle launched Fresh Romance last year in an effort to revive the romance genre, a genre with a long and illustrious pedigree in North American comics, and a genre permanently deep-sixed by Dr. Fredric Wertham’s 1954 anti-comics smear campaign and the resulting Comics Code Authority. Before Fresh Romance, the last romance comics published in the US went out of print in the 1970s. The last time you saw a romance comic was probably on a museum wall, as traced by Roy Lichtenstein. And that’s fucking ridiculous.
Don’t tell me people don’t like love stories. And that’s what Janelle’s got. Fresh Romance comics are love stories. Love stories of all kinds, written by lots of women, drawn by lots of women, and getting those same women paychecks for their efforts, which is sadly a lot more than a lot of projects in this industry do. And as an editor who has employed some of Fresh Romance’s roster in my own efforts ( @kateordie, @swinsea), I know it’s good stuff.
Please, please, pleez take a look, folks. And if you like Smut Peddler, if you like the creators involved, if you like idea of supporting marginalized genres and creators? Toss a few bucks their way and spread the word. Fresh Romance deserves a print run.