Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

Self Esteem Pt. 2

Or, the continuing adventures of my own personal apocalypse. So sad! Oh gosh!

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Self Esteem

Drew a bunch of strips in my sketchbook over the past couple of days. Going to post them over over the next week until I run out.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

New in store - Little Spoon print!

Hey guys, check it out, I put up a new print for sale in the store! It's a 5x7 color print on 65lb cream card stock. Ready to frame. $3 + $1 shipping. Go here to buy it! I also just printed off another pile of Boredom Pays #5 and #4 for your enjoyment, if you're interested. Boredom Pays #2, however, is now out of print!

Thursday, August 09, 2012

Self Love Pt. 2

Another drawing for myself.

I used to have so much self hate for my own body. It's... strange. I'm past it, mostly. But. I still can't shake that nagging insecurity because I've felt it since I could feel attraction to other body types. I think it really got in the way of me developing as a sexual person. Thinking about these things. Might go further in depth at some point in time.

Also, related, have you ever watched any of Laci Green's video's? Very sex positive and anti-oppressive. Highly recommended

Strange days

This is a strange period in my life.

I have more confidence in myself and have been feeling far less self loathing than I have in the past. I’m a really loving, capable person and have a lot of things going for me. I have the ability to do so many wonderful things with my life. It likely sounds strangely self deprecating to say that I’ve never felt better about myself than I do now but it’s true.


I’ve still been getting these bouts of debilitating depression. I don’t know why I experience them anymore. A year ago, I was having a lot of personal problems and it made sense. But now? Things are generally alright. I really have no complaints, objectively. I’m working to get through it. I’ve made the decision to get professional help in one way or another. I just want to be through with it. I want to be the happy, enthusiastic and productive person I know I’m capable of being.


I was having a morning. I could feel doom starting to kick in and my heart started to race. After a couple of days of feeling really quite good I was so afraid of feeling that sensation again. Just. Suffocating. I got on my bike and rode so fast to a second hand book store because Jesus Christ that seems to be my only salvation in these times.


I found a copy of Schizo #4. It’s one of those oversized deals. 11x15. All small self contained one page strips. I already owned it but sat there and read a few pages and found myself laughing out loud a few times in a couple of short minutes. Some of these strips are just so sad. So depressing. So relateable. And goddamn are they funny. To me, anyway. It helped me so much in that moment. I bought the issue, brought it home, and cut it up. I put the above strip along with a few others on my wall.

This only seems significant to me in that there’s a reason I write and draw things about the more depressing aspects of my life. The expression of such things from other creators has helped me so much in conquering my own afflictions. It’s damn important.

Much love