I don’t want a lover, I want a collaborator. Except for Rustic Betty. I can do this one on my own.
Earlier this year I self-edited this from my workflow because it was “convoluted and weird” which I knew and everyone told me! As evidence of the writing itself I was really down on myself/comics at the time. I finished it this weekend to give myself lettering-practice and as some cheap Self Help Workaround.
Originally written for the wonderful Dirty Diamonds anthology my friends Kelly & Claire put out every year. LOVE YOU GUYS. (Even though I never submit. You time your anthologies to my emotional breakdowns.) Can’t wait to see you at SPX SO SO SOON.
Maybe writing a “sex” comic that is just Buzzfeed top ten lists without the animation (OR SHOULD IT BE ANIMATED???) and maybe called “How To Support The Troops Without P in V” and also maybe more of a “sexuality” comic instead of a “sex comic” but that’s just GROSS, isn’t it? Sexuality is the grossest word. Comics are the grossest. Drawing is gross. Everything is gross! I should have drawn everything x10 grosser!
My personal Google location data. Can you tell which ones are Philadelphia, Metro-Detroit, New York and New Jersey? Most of these are from days I was working, but also that first one I don’t know what the fuck I was doing that’s a fucked up path.
I AM HOSTING TRIVIA TOMORROW at Albert’s on the Alley (Garden City) @ 7pm. COME! All the answers to the questions are coded in tomorrow’s playlist if you want to cheat NOW IS YOUR CHANCE. It is also your chance to get sick of the jams and experience déjà vu!
Two hours ago I thought I was going to finish some comics and determine a new Life Path, but instead I opened YouTube and a bottle of wine and listened to Shame-Based Man (http://youtu.be/0sKBasD4xO8) and also: Government Wedding Dresses