The moon hid behind a veil of clouds, the stars have retreated to their cosmic strongholds, yet even on a night dark as this I must make my journey. I cannot stop the cravings, and so bravely I venture out of my fortress (bedroom) to the marketplace (7-11). Yet even before I had walked a dozen paces I could feel the evil presence. The evil is strong, yet my craving for Pocky was stronger; and so against my better judgement I made the journey to the store.
Even before I entered, I could feel the evil overflowing from the confines of the store. When the magical gates (auto-doors) unfolded, a dried up husk greeted me. Refraining from screaming like a little girl, I took a second look and recognised it as the store-keeper. Seems the evil is so strong that even the Keeper of the Store was affected, but the Pocky kept me strong. I could smell it now! Just a little further.
Yet before I could reach it, the source of the evil confronted me. Amongst a rack of innocent magazines rested a single book, with a presence so overwhelming that I could not help but look at it. I do not recall what happened at that moment – perhaps its evil powers overwhelmed my senses. The next thing I knew, I was leaving the store accompanied by the ‘Thanks’ of the store keeper, a plastic bag filled with Pocky, and a book with the words ‘Princess Princess’ printed on the cover.
An image of the book itself. Be glad that it is not shown in its full glory, least you too are infected by its gay.
Perhaps the stars aligned in a serpentine way, or the moon and the sun lined up with a power nexus in the Earth’s crust, or Chuck Norris fell asleep for a moment, but for unknown one reason or another I bought a copy of volume 1 of Princess Princess, written and drawn by famous gender bender and BL mangka Tsuda Mikiyo (DUMB). Some of you might know it better by its anime incarnation, which I refused to watch (SMART). In retrospect, I should’ve done the same with the manga.
I read it, in the sense that my eyes made visual contact with each individual page. What was on the pages, though, didn’t get very far past my retina. What DID register made my manhood strivel up. I wanted to use my hand and take a tight hold of the physical manifestation of my manliness in case I lost it, but I was afraid that PP would make me so gay I’d start tossing to it.
If there was anything going for it, it’s that it’s very well drawn, and at times it tickled my funny bone. It also worked well on a certain level because Tsuda fails at drawing the male and female faces differently. If you’ve read any of her other works (The Day of Revolution, which is semi-decent, and Family Complex, which is bleh) you’ll know what I mean. But any pros it might have are totally over-ruled by the fact that it’s about boys who dress up as girls to satiate the lust of the students of an all boys school. And that’s just too gay for any sane man. I had to eat 2 volumes of Tenjou Tenge and beat some homeless bums to death with corpses of puppies to regain my lost manliness.
Unless you’re tri-penile manly, hard gay or a girl, stay away from Princess Princess.