A conundrum:
- The NSFW tag exists on Steemit.
- By default, users are not shown content tagged NSFW.
- Knowing this, how can I post hilarious, NSFW content without actually engaging the NSFW tag?
I've wrestled with this question for months. Finally, on my eve of what would be my sixth sleepless night in a row, my eyes crossed and I realized I could not solve my problem alone. I would need the services of someone devious...someone sneaky...someone who was likely to laugh instead of kick my ass when he found out what I had done.
It was a long, cold drive to New Jersey, but I knew I had arrived when the air was thick with fart dust, the scent of refuse, and the sounds of 2.2 million Bruce Springsteen cassettes all being played at top volume. Using a GPS app I had kludged into my ancient Kyocera cell phone, I finally located Conquest Comics after several false starts and wrong turns. Like a rejected character from Tenchu: Stealth Assassin, using The Boss's crooning to cover the noise I made falling over trash cans and picking through broken glass, I approached the storage unit where I knew the treasure awaited.
A Zen-like trance overtook my body as I meticulously and methodically tried every four-digit number on the keypad until I cracked the code (note to self: always start with '6969') and gained entry to the enormous POD where comics go to fry in the heat and freeze in the cold and melt in the humidity. An array of long boxes, short boxes, and cases of buttplugs lay spread out before me. The search had begun.
Finally, after two hours spend wading through Deathmate comics, The Crow/Razor crossovers, and half a million pages' worth of things that will have no value until at least another century has elapsed, I found what I'd been looking for. The oft-whispered but rarely-glimpsed erotic treasure trove of a man who has forgotten more about comic books than I'll ever know. A cache of mid-90's comics so lurid, so absurd, and so bankrupt of morals that only one man in North America would ever own up to owning.
I cracked the lid, gasped as moonlight from a tiny hailstone hole in the ceiling filtered through the dark New Jersey fog-scaped sky, and illuminated my treasure like a spotlight. Now, I told myself, I knew what Indiana Jones felt as he stood before the resting place of the lost Ark. Yes, readers, the rumors had been proven true, for I gazed upon none other than:
Super Taboo #1 by Eros Comix
After patching the hole in the roof, which could have allowed all manner of moisture to seep in and ruin the collected cents' worth of comics stored inside, I picked up the short box, made sure I had not accidentally pocketed any of the buttplugs, and made my escape, packing the comics securely into the trunk of my tricked out 1991 Saturn SL1. Fear rose in my throat as I heard police sirens, but then I remembered I was in New Jersey, where police sirens were merely the call of their official state bird. I drove until I hit the Pennsylvania state line, paid for my gas in cash so as to remain untraceable, and left the collected rancor of eleven million unwashed armpits, the chittering of six billion roaches, and the lingering backdrop of I'm On Fire in my rear-view mirror.
A quick trip to Facebook, a right-click and Save-As on a particular image, a bit of manipulation within MS Paint, and the solution to my conundrum was in sight. I would use 
Plot
Super Taboo #1, drawn by a mangaka using the pseudonym "Ogami Okami" ('Wolf God' if my reading of the kanji is correct), translated into English by Studio Proteus, and published by Fantagraphics Books under their Eros Comix imprint in 1995-1996 is the first of what eventually became a twelve-issue series detailing the trials and tribulations of a young man named Yuu.
Following the death of his father, Yuu returns to live with his mother and sister while attending their local university. Yuu's parents divorced when he was a boy, and he's not seen either of them for years. Now that he's all grown up and moved back home, his perpetually-horny 18-year old sister and smoking hot 36-year old mother are making life...interesting...for him in ways that are not at all safe for work. Yuu's fighting a perpetual battle between instinct and reason, the results of which can be summed up like so:
I mean, the name of the book is "Super Taboo". Like...were you expecting something different?
Basically, Super Taboo is like every harem anime you've ever seen, only in this case literally everyone is related to everyone else, which makes everything that much more squick-inducing and/or hilarious depending on how low-brow you take your comedy. There's barely a plot here, but given this is porn, the fact there's anything at all sticks out like an engorged wang.
Art
Well, it's...manga. The whole thing has a sort of Takahashi Rumiko vibe of simplicity about it, which isn't a bad thing, since it makes what happens both more surreal and easier to digest. There's not a lot of really complicated scene dressing or character design, just bodies slappin' from doing the Wild Thang.
The Factor
How much funnier are the images when the naughty bits are replaced with
Overall
Super Taboo #1 uses manga artwork and minimal dialog to present an absurd and surreal look at a real-life topic too awful for most people to even want to consider. Incest in real life is nearly always about power dynamics, with those in positions of power using that power to take advantage of those subordinate to them in some way. Ogami Okami's take on the topic, on the other hand, isn't to present any sort of mature look at the subject, but instead to produce a fluffy kind of, "Aw, isn't that hilariously awful?", tongue-in-cheek comedy that just happens to involve kin doing the dirty.
If that single page scan up there made you laugh for reasons other than the presence of 
Final Judgement:
What the hell, Japan?