One afternoon over a taco and a Margarita, a friend and I were sharing fond memories of childhood and the great fun we had once had. Memories of late night games of "kick the can", back yard ball, swimming in the neighbors pool, collecting baseball cards from the local trolling 5-O's, etc. Life was easier and responsibilities small.

For me, a stressful event might be a night of babysitting my 2 younger brothers or maybe finding a way to get myself and 2 younger brothers back in the house while arguing over whom had the house key last.  Even though I still enjoyed the triumphant beat-down of my brothers after shimmying up our 2 story deck to break entry of a second story window only to remember that I had forgotten that I had hidden the key in the bushes as to keep my brothers out of the house while I roamed the neighborhood. Nonetheless, there always seemed to be nightly happy endings.

Looking back, we all remember being pretty bad ass in each of our own little ways and for the most part, unstoppable. Only the future was ahead of us and things of the past just seemed like obstacles. For instance, my brother had a big issue with gravity. Once he had on those dingy and tattered Superman PJ's, he was no longer member of the human race. That tiny synthetic red satin cape had powers beyond any of our imagination. We would find him heaped on the ground in various places and positions following multiple death-defying leaps to flight. So fortuantely for my mom, there were never any broken bones but for my brother, it was just another promise of flight in the future.

So, Comrotica....what does all of this have to do with the idea of Comrotica.  Simply put, men are suckers for Superheros and women are in contant pursuit of their hero. Well okay, that might be part of it.

There are two categories of holidays, holidays for children to enjoy and holidays for children to enjoy as adults. Sure, Christmas is great because we get to give and get stuff. Thanksgiving is gratifying because we are in a constant rotation of eat and sleep. For children, St. Patrick's day is for boys to pinch the girls they like and for girls to squeal and pout at the boys they like for pinching us. St. Patrick's day for adults is pretty much the same, just ad booze and green vomit.

So what is left? Valentines day? Absolutely not, won't even talk about Valentines Day. Why don't I give you a hint. Wearing absolutely next to NOTHING in public and not getting picked up for prostitution. Yes, that's it. Halloween. Wouldn't it be just perfect to go out every day as your favorite Superhero or Sexy Princess (so maybe Princess were never intended to be "sexy" but once us real life girls get on a tiara and some glass slippers....) and collect some tricks or treats without fear of being arrested? Or mabye even getting stripped down and being tied up vaudeville style to some railroad tracks (or bed posts) while waiting helplessly for your hero to arrive.

Whenever Adults are given an excuse to be a kid again, they go absolutely nuts. Their inhibitions disintegrate, their confidence is boosted and they feel like they can climb walls and fly off bunk beds. Oh and ladies, go ahead and pick up a hot little Supergirl or Catwoman costume, some red fishnet stockings,  thigh high boots and mabye even a whip and see what happens. You might just be invited to do some joint bunk bed jumping that involves just staying on the top.....bunk!

In short, Comrotica is a combination of Comic and Erotic. A great way to play but exclusively for Adults.