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

Tagged: ace

In the first panel, in shades of grey, the artist - a young woman with short hair wearing a purple shirt - holds a microphone and appears to be standing in a spotlight in front of a curtain. She says, "When I first came out as asexual, I identified as 'romantic.'"

March 5, 2021

My Tight Ten

Sometimes, especially after binge-watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, I imagine a career in stand-up comedy.

In the first panel, against a light lavender background, a speech bubble says, "Hey kids! It's time for the incredible adventures of" leading into the stylized title 'The Invisible Ace,' with a spade around the 'A' in Ace.

February 19, 2021

My Superpower

When asked what superpower I’d like to have, I always say teleportation – because I already have invisibility and I hate driving.

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 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?

The first panel, in shades of grey and purple, shows the artist, a young woman with short hair and a purple shirt, holding a face mask, designed to look like the ace flag, by one strap. Above the mask is a check list titled 'Helpful Tips to Not Giving a. Damn - 1) self-isolation, 2) work-from-home, 3) mask that covers my face on the rare occasions I go outside.' The caption reads, 'The global pandemic has really affirmed my realization that I don't need to look 'conventionally attractive' if I'm not trying to 'attract' anyone. This results in:"

September 4, 2020

Like a Broken Magnet

I give no fucks, I want no fucks.

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.