Whose Love is Real Anyway?

We’re a bit nervous about attaching labels to things now, but Sam Humphries and Steven (should be spelt Stephen) Sanders’ ‘Our Love Is Real’ is a futuristic satire about sex and society. Or is it? We shouldn’t put everything into little boxes, after all, is the main message of the story. Or maybe it isn’t? Right, let’s stop this bit and move onto the actual issue.

The story is simple, the dialogue to-the-point. Humphries has points he wants to make, and the plot is built only to progress the politics of the argument. To sum up the basics, Office Jok lives in the future and is dating a poodle. Brin also lives in the future and she only has sex with her crystals. Other people in the future prefer to mate with plants. Nobody does it with other humans. Jok, however, starts to wonder that he might like to have sex with Brin. But is that kind of love normal?

Everybody in the comic is wrong and right at the same time, in their attitudes. Whilst it’s obviously a little weird for us to hear about people having sex with dogs, stones and begonias, the characters of the future are aware that they have every right to love whatever they think is right. And they are also aware that everybody who loves something different is weird, immoral, and wrong. Humphries and Sanders create a brief look at a World where gender, sex and love have progressed from the place they’re in today. While we’re currently fighting some kind of bizarre battle over whether homosexuality is real or not, Officer Jok and Brin aren’t occupied with such mental battles.

Well, maybe Jok is a little bit occupied with that mental battle.

As the story goes on, Jok starts to realise – in-between beating vegiesexuals with his bitchmaker stick – that perhaps love is in the eye of the beholder, and you can’t label what love is wrong and what love is wrong. And then, like Galahad, his work is done. Love is a many splendoured thing, and it can take all forms. It can also lead to sex. Which can also take all forms.

Our Love is Real is brilliantly realised, a vision of a political future where anything is possible unless somebody with a bitchmaker stick spots you. It also makes you think about the nature of love, identity, sex and people. Or does it? You’ll have to decide for that. Whatever decision you make, though…. we’re sure it’s the real one.


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