Diary Comic XXVIII

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.

Not to sound like an overly dramatic Goth (though let’s be real, I am), but it is genuinely sublime to find someone who is just as strange and unusual as you are — because many of us freaks and weirdos, us queers, us deviants, we who are strange and unusual, for many of us we are told that we’re doomed to be alone utterly alone.

It’s also sublime to know that “Galaxy Bomb” Da Bomb Bath Fizzers at Target will make you and your partner look like corpses. Y’know, if you’re cool enough to be into that.

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 | 6 May 2018