Diary Comic XXVII: The F*CKINATOR 9000

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.Navigating the world of packing, peeing, playing, and pack-pee-play prostheses on a budget is difficult; even more difficult is crossing over to the cis hetero and cis lesbian side of the sex shop aisle and being bombarded with dildos that are…a little much, to put it politely. The Fuckinator 9000 is a bit hyperbolic but admittedly not by much.

(However if like me you are a trans man who is looking for something affordable to play with a partner that isn’t the size of your forearm and has something in it for you too without having to go in you, Fuze Ten Ace may be worth checking out.)

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 | 28 Feb 2018