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

Author: M.D. Christopher

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt, staring forlornly into her open fridge as she says, "I wish it were socially acceptable to knock on my neighbor's door and ask if they'd like my mostly untouched chicken chow mein." Above the image is a checked list item showing that one of the cons to living alone is, 'No one's around to eat my leftovers.'

December 11, 2020

Living Solo IV

I hate wasting food, but portion sizes are tough, especially when ordering from places that plan on ‘family style.’

The first panel, in shades of grey and purple, shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt, marking something off on a wall calendar. She says aloud, "That brings me another year closer to beating Steve Carell's record."

November 20, 2020

Birthday Goals

I planned a long, thoughtful comic about milestones to coincide with my 35th birthday; instead, have this gag strip about a movie that’s a million years old.

The first panel, in shades of grey and purple, shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt, holding a card and a stamp in her left hand. She says, "Let's see - I taught myself to crochet last week, so...I think...yes-"

October 23, 2020

Consolation Prize

In Shakespeare’s time, leading apes into hell was the fate that awaited old maids.

The first panel shows a rack of assorted clothing. They've been colored with the shades of various pride flags. The caption says, "For me, labels are like clothing."

October 20, 2020

Outfit Yourself

This is essentially a long way of saying I think labels are best if you choose them yourself.

The second and final panel shows the artist, wearing black with cat ears and painted on whiskers, holding up a tiny witch's hat and broom to an unimpressed black cat lounging on a cat tree. She says, "Come on, the dog did it for years." Above the image is a checked list item: I have to do couples' costumes with my pets.

October 16, 2020

Living Solo III: Halloween Edition

One year I dressed my 80lb German Shepherd/labrador mix up as the 11th Dogtor and I went as his TARDIS.

The first panel, in shades of grey and purple, show the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt. She's leaning with her cheek on her fist, looking thoughtfully up to the left. She says, "Sometimes I think if I really want to do some good in the world, I should run for local office. I'm smart, I'm eloquent, I'd never have to worry about sex scandal-"

October 9, 2020

Unsuitable Candid-Ace

I would possibly be the world’s worst politician. Well, okay, I’d have some stiff competition.

In the second and final panel, the artist, a young woman with short hair, wearing a purple t-shirt and shorts, is trying to take a selfie in a contorted pose, as if in the middle of a game of Twister. She's thinking, 'This is so uncomfortable,' while grinning maniacally at the camera. Below the image is a checked line item that reads, 'There's only one model for reference photos.'

October 2, 2020

Living Solo II

If I lived with someone, I would force them to be my puppet.

The first panel, in shades of grey and purple, shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple tshirt, lounging on the couch, resting her head on her hand. The anthropomorphic representation of her virginity, her V-Card, leans its arms over the back of the sofa. The V-Card asks, "Are you watching ANOTHER British crime drama?"

September 25, 2020

Lie Back and Think of England

I’ve lived my entire life in Southern California. I can’t handle “weather.”

The second and final panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair, dressed in a Shakespearean doublet, kneeling on the ground, holding a head of lettuce as if it's a skull. The artist says, "Alas, poor iceberg, you shall rot long before I canst eat thee." Above the image is a checked-off item as if from a longer list that says, 'There's no such thing as single-serve lettuce.'

September 18, 2020

Living Solo I

I knew him, Horatio: a lettuce of infinite jest.

The first panel shows a Netflix menu screen for the 2000 Baby-sitters Club series. Off panel, the artist exclaims, "Oh, man, I was OBSESSED with those books as a kid."

September 11, 2020

No Mitzvah

Anyone else develop unrealistic expectations about adolescence from media as a child that left you unable to cope with reality?

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.