Y: The Last Man #12 (August 2003)

So if this bearded, hike-in-the-woods-where's-my-gorp slacker is the last man on Earth – all other men having been wiped out by some sort of male-centric plague – then where's the fucking?

You'd think if there was one man alive, he'd fuck so much his penis would fall off.

But in this comic, he just walks around with some nubile young women, talking about the two other men trapped on the space station and how they should be the ones to repopulate the planet because they're the real heroes.

Any self-respecting hetero male in a similar situation would be having unprotected sex 24 hours a day, and doing anything possible to sabotage the space station so those other guys never get a piece of the action.

Granted, you do get a few glimpses at why and how the men all died, and what's been happening since then. And one scene where he almost scores in the back of a pickup truck with a horny Russian girl. And the artwork and writing is really quite good, wittier than I would have expected.

But no fucking.

Review by Crimedog