You'll Never See Me Naked - Page 5 of 5 - comics, essays, and more from an anxious, androgynous, aromantic, atheist asexual with adhd

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

You'll Never See Me Naked

In the first panel, in shades of grey and purple, The artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple shirt, sits in the middle between an anthropomorphic representation of her virginity and the ghost of William Faulkner. There's a laptop open in front of her. The ghost, leaning in from the left asks, "What are you working on?" and the artist replies, "A new fantsay novel full of queer characters, inner-critic-who-inexplicably-looks-like-William-Faulkner." The V-Card appears to be ignoring them, instead reading a book.

September 27, 2019

Representation Matters

I spend too much time worrying about what I shouldn’t write, and not enough thinking about what I should. Also, I’m bad at math.

In the style of Dr. Seuss, the title says, 'Oh, the Places You'll Learn About Sex!' Below that is the image of a young girl wearing glasses in the passenger seat of a car. The narration says, "The earliest you can recall, is a lecture in the car, where technical descriptions, leave accidental scars." The driver, a middle-aged woman, is saying, "So a man has a penis, and a woman has a vagina-"

June 6, 2018

Oh, the Places You’ll Learn About Sex!

Sex education in America is a curious thing.

A multi-panel comic in a single issue, colored in shades of grey with accents of purple. The first panel has a long rectangular frame and shows the artist - a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt - standing between the silhouettes of two couples, shrugging her shoulders. The narration says, "Most days I don't mind being alone. Though it can get lonely." In the second panel, three versions of the artist are shown from the torso up, with small meters near their heads like in a video game. Instead of measuring health, the bars have a heart at the top. The narration continues, "But every so often I'm struck by this lust...for romance." The first version of the artist is just smiling politely, and the meter is half-full. The second version also has a half-full meter, but she suddenly looks suspicious. The third version is struck by a lightning bolt, causing her hair to stand on end, the meter to max out, and purple hearts to replace her eyes.

February 21, 2018

Craving

Is this what it feels like to be horny?

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.