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.

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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.

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Clip Studio Paint | 28 Oct 2019