There's a moment where the narrator of "We All Got it Coming", Arthur, is being jerked off in a public bathroom by his boyfriend Clay. Clay's recounting a story told to him by a woman he fucked the night before. In the story Clay is tied up and forced into various sexual acts by other men. Arthur comes before Clay is finished the story. "Christ, he's hot."
"On the way out of the bathroom, I notice that under his uniform sweater, there's a T-shirt tag sticking out. He's been walking around all day with his T-shirt on inside out. And he's mine."
It's these small moments -- like Arthur ruminating on the sad moments in otherwise funny comic strips, or what your favourite Muppet says about you -- that make The Complete Lockpick Pornography what it is: smart, hot, and beautiful. I preferred the second part, "We All Got it Coming to the titular "Lockpick Pornography" in which a gang of queer men and women devise schemes to fuck with the straights, not just the identifiable the bigots. "Lockpick Pornography" is more thoughtful; it spends more time on the meaning of gender, and sexual identity, diversity, and flexibility. However, it's "We All Got it Coming" that stirred this reader's emotions. "We All Got it Coming" is the section that speaks of love: filial, fraternal, and romantic.
It was a good idea to combine these two pieces into one book, because it gives the reader a chance to see what Comeau is capable of, how he can grasp a wide range of human experience, how smart he is. Comeau can find the sweet moments in a bathroom handjob, and it's truth.