I first read this while traveling. There weren't many people on the bus and then it broke down in the middle of nowhere. This is the second duo on here with an unmistakable art style. The eyes of the unnamed protagonist will pierce through the pages right into the back of your skull. The stilted nature of this style only adds towards the faux nature of everything about the main character. The story begins with him being born from the anus of his mother, and it never really gets better for anyone afterwards. Its hard to discuss this story without getting into spoilers but expect a lot of needless gruesome violence and intensely disturbing psychosexuality. Highly recommend for fans of Lychee Light Club.
The protagonist clearly struggles with gender, and I think it is a very good depiction of these difficulties I faced myself when younger. The protagonist is a repugnant and heartless person, but the story manages to make you relate and sympathise with him.
An addendum: I have recently reread this comic first time in a longer while, than reread it again the same evening. It made me strongly reflect on my brief description of the story I put here. "Relate and sympathise" are incredibly vague words that can result in any number of interpretations, although that's true of the story itself. The key factor to consider is perspective. You are placed in the mind of this adolescent. You are privileged to his deepest concerns and resentments. And this is naturally a distorted perspective. To avoid discussing anything too far into the story, let's only consider the second line of the story "I don't know why I was born". This is a projection of current anger onto a moment he could not possibly remember. A typical story would depict childbirth as a celebratory event, but here it seems like another piece of a larger puzzle the protagonist is attempting to construct. Everything wrong with society is highlighted, anything that doesn't suit the protagonists perspective is discarded. In this way he is the God of this story. There is a simple answer as to why he was born, but to figure it out would require the consideration of the feelings of his parents, who he sees as faceless and cruel creatures only intending to take pleasure out of his suffering. This seems to scream at the audience to try to analyse the psyche of the character, like the countless presumed specialist left unacknowledged, but certainly present just off the page. You develop a strange relationship with the character, you begin to sense like you can see past what he's saying and observe a deeper truth about him, but how much is that a mind game of his? How much is it a projection of yours?