One of the great things about My Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours is that the character of the writing changes completely from story to story, so it feels more like the characters have taken a hold of Greg to tell their story than the other way around.
But there are enough in Eight Kinky Nights and for that I am thankful. Definitely sad too because having to be thankful that you or parts of yourself are being represented in a good and healthy way is not okay.
If you’re ever looking for a comfort read, this is it. Don’t expect me to be very coherent about this because it’s so fluffy I can’t believe it.