Bubblegum-chewing as an erotic enterprise is a new one on me, but I guess it takes all sorts. Matilda Tristram's splendid but baffling Gum depicts a rubbery coupling between two bubblegum enthusiasts, replete with phallic bubbles and sticky, squishy, sky-bound sexual athletics. Like Matt Brinkman's work (see Teratoid Heights), Gum follows its own internal logic, the characters stylized to fit the pink and bouncy world they live in. For some unfathomable reason, the last third of this expensively-printed mini-book is taken up by a 'Notes' section. A place to jot down one's own bubblegum sex experiences, perhaps? In any case, my copy has stayed conspicuously blank. Maybe I should get out more.
Review by Nick Jones
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