comics, essays, and more from an anxious, androgynous, aromantic, atheist asexual with adhd

Monthly Archive: October 2021

The first panel is a title card that reads, "You'll Never See Me Naked presents: Un-Sexy Halloween Costumes"

October 22, 2021

Embrace Your Inner Square

Just a few alternatives to the standard sexy witch, sexy cat, sexy toaster…

In the first panel, in shades of grey with spots of bright green, the caption reads, "I wish there was a big box store for gender expression outside the 'norm.'" Below that is a cartoon character comprised of both the symbols for male and female with a speaker for a mouth that says, "Welcome to Gender-Mart. Gender is construct, let's get building!" A stack of bright green Gender-Mat shopping baskets sits at its feet.

October 15, 2021

Choose Your Own Adventure

I frequently wish there was a place where I could exchange my uterus for something useful – like a toaster oven.

The first panel, in shades of grey, shows the interior of a temple, with a golden book sitting on a plinth in a beam of light. A shadow is silhouetted in the doorway beyond. The caption reads, "After decades of searching..."

October 8, 2021

Legend of the Hidden Handbook

I can’t be the only person who wishes there was a manual of extremely detailed instructions on how to navigate every single social interaction with ease no matter the cultural, religious, or gender divides.

The first panel, in shades of grey, shows a sheet of paper, blank except for 'YNSMN Ideas' written at the top.

October 1, 2021

Cartoonist Woes

Coming up with slice-of-life webcomic content when you live a dull, introverted existence in the middle of a pandemic is tough sometimes.

See Something, Say Something, Do Something
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn't long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?
When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?
Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)
It's no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It's proof that you're not alone, that you're not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don't see a friendly face in society's mirror.