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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 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?

First panel in shades of grey and purple. The artist, with short hair and a purple t-shirt, appears to be talking to someone out of the frame. She says, "Yeah, things have been a little tough lately, my anxiety went off the charts and I live alone, so... I got a cat."

August 28, 2020

My New Roommate

I’m a dog person.

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.

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.