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.
It is hard not to envy those who get to freely be seen as and be themselves, even if for a weekend, while you yourself are cursed to never even get to be (and barely be seen as as is!) You begin to feel fake. You begin to feel a liar. No reality matches up.
These comics are 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. As a result, the language is often 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. Also some are just for fun — to capture the joy of the mundane, the sacred and the profane.
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 | 4 Sep 2019