When I first read about Voodoo, I was intrigued. The central character was a biracial, bisexual woman who was also, apparently, part-alien. Later, I saw some pencils of pages from Issue #1, and I was horribly disappointed. The main character was a stripper. I didn't have a problem with that per se. Plenty of sex workers in the real world are fighting for recognition. But the images released, with Voodoo kneeling or crawling as money was thrown at her, repelled me. There was no strength in these images. No sense of agency. No sense of the woman taking off her clothes as an individual. To me, they sent the message that she was to be seen as an object, not a person.