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.
Late for Asexual Awareness Week but perhaps that’s better as my awareness is that I may have been…wrong. Maybe I always knew I was wrong, deep down, but asexuality was accessible and it fit (mostly) and it worked (mostly) and it didn’t mean I had to confront reality (mostly.)
Part two may come soon, but part one stands enough on its own. This comic mildly references Diary Comic XXXIII.
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 | 28 Oct 2019