Another of my diary comics, which I will eventually collect in a book as I make more. A few that I decide to share, I will post online. Others will be book exclusive.
They say it gets better — hell I say it gets better, if not for my queer fans’ sakes then for myself — but sometimes it’s damn hard to see the end of the tunnel when your vision is clouded by fear (and Baron Samedi spiced rum.)
I apparently had made my handwriting a font so I’m trying it out here. I think it meshes well and works, especially in a wordy introspective one like this, but I’m not 100% sold on it.
These comics will be based on experiences and thoughts I’ve had regarding life, and its many struggles, including those of gender, sex, mental illness, and everything in between. I am hard on myself both as a protective measure (life can’t hurt you if you beat it to the punch) and as a result of my mental issues. As a result, the language is and often will be blunt, aggressive, shocking, and sometimes painful; similarly, my humor is often dry, self-deprecating, and dark. I write the way I speak and definitely the way I speak to myself which is not often nice.
While some things may be embellished, simplified, or exaggerated for the comic medium, there is always a truth to them for that snapshot of time.
Clip Studio Paint EX | 20 June 2017