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

Tagged: cat lady

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple pajama top, lying under a blanket on the sofa, propped up by pillows. She's wearing glasses, has messy hair, and has a crumpled tissue in one hand. A black cat sits on the back of the sofa, unimpressed. The artist says, "If I die, please don't eat me." Above the image is a checked list item showing one of the cons to living alone: 'There's no one to take care of me when I'm sick.'

January 29, 2021

Living Solo V

When a nasty bug knocked me on my ass, I tried to power through as an independent, single gal – but ended up calling my mom who brought me soup.

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.

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.