In a series of twelve drawings, entitled, "How to Have Fun with a Strong Girl," R. Crumb himself, a scrawny, freckled, bespectacled little man, wrangles with a woman of epic proportions.
Crumb, after maintaining his control throughout the grueling encounter, finally succumbs (pun absolutely intentional) once he realizes that his powerful partner has dozed off beneath him.
Because the framed pages are arranged in a grid, the observer must crouch down to read the final row of panels, making it impossible to seem nonchalant or disinterested by the sexual olympics depicted. This is a very clever decision on the part of the curator. By placing some of the cartoons well below eye level, the curator insured that those who witness the most graphic of the images make a conscious choice to do so. I do not mean it protects the prudes--it actually converts them into voyeurs. How can you be offended by images of R. Crumb cumming if you're the one who knelt down in the first place?
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