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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.