Bars are good places to make wordy, scribbled comics.
The greatest compliment I’ve ever received on a first date wasn’t that I was attractive, funny, or interesting, but that I made them feel safe.
This isn’t me bragging as if I’m incredibly enlightened. This isn’t me pretending that anything I did or do is special. Listening to women and respecting their boundaries is basic human decency. And yet, as much as I care about these issues and do my best to be sure that the women around me feel safe, I know I have been part of the problem.
So if you find yourself thinking, even for a moment, that our culture doesn’t need feminism, please go educate yourself. For a good list of stories that relate to the event that inspired today’s comic, see the #YesAllWomen hashtag on twitter.
Today, I met with artists in a studio, got rather drunk, and helped create two collaborative paintings. I celebrated having been cast in three different upcoming shows here in Portland (in minor, chorus roles – but I’ll be on stage again!), talked about comics, shared my work, and made new friends.
A good day.
Today was a day I will never forget. I started dreaming of being the guy who drew the comics I read when I was four or five years old. That makes more than thirty years of working my way up to this.
Thank you to everyone who helped make this happen. Every word of encouragement, every honest critique, every piece of recommended reading, and every kind moment has led me to finally putting one of these projects of mine out into the world.