Diary Comic XVII

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.

I’ve always enjoyed certain twisted topics in my fiction, whether it was art or comics or music or movies or books, with a morbid curiosity. Sometimes, I wonder reasons why. All hypotheses, all maybes and perhaps and fortasse’s. But as the saying goes, γνῶθι σεαυτόν…

(Oh my Latin is wretched and my Greek even worse.)

The comics in the EphebOphelia cycle are all linked not only by a name that’s dripping in puns (there’s at least three) but also by this weird orgy of sexuality, queerness (especially and specifically transness), darkness, art, aesthetic, and the tragedy (ha! punny!) of youth, whether that be its brevity in some respects and its longevity in others (such as appearance in a negative manner) or its pubertal recurrence for those who take hormones and get to re-live the worst of middle and high school in adulthood (and/or the looming threat of that possibility.)

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 | 31 August 2017