You know, I've really come to prefer Marston's Wonder Woman over all others. Seriously. It doesn't waste any time trying to inject a sense of plausibility, or geo-political realism, or trying to frame a bunch people dressed up in colorful spandex, punching each other, as possessing the gravitas and mythic stature of the figures of ancient religions. It just lunges ahead with unabashed enthusiasm and no apologies. It's hugely fun, and works in a way that the all the later attempts to reinterpret the profoundly cracky and illogical premise of Wonder Woman totally don't.
Marston's kinkiness reminds me of Alan Moore's kinkiness--it's coming from a guy who's totally in touch with his sexuality, and has arrived at this state of mind in conscious and rational way: whatever he writes, he knows full well what he's doing. He's weird, but internally coherent. And I find that preferable by far to the pitfalls and traps of more repressed or less honest creators whose unresolved issues with women keep surfacing in their comics, or whose sexual objectification and overtones are unintended.