I’ve talked about feeling overwhelmed by the idea that I’m doing what I’ve always wanted to before. I’ll talk about it again.
May 14th, 2015
Monthly Archives: May 2015
May 13th, 2015
In my defense, it was a silent belch.
I’m not a complete animal.
May 12th, 2015
Drive-by ass slaps startle me.
May 11th, 2015
Sometimes I decide that a moment isn’t mine to share, but sometimes I just want to keep them for myself (or ourselves).
May 10th, 2015
Feelings do not always respect reality.
May 9th, 2015
With so many good shows available, I fail to understand why musical theater leans so heavily on this “canon” that’s filled with shallow characters, bad storytelling, and problematic portrayals of race (usually this translates to “all white people, all the time,” but when it doesn’t you get Mickey Rooney in Breakfast at Tiffany’s levels of offensive).
I realize that a lot of this is because the audience will pay money to watch these terrible old shows over and over again, but that older audience is shrinking and you’re not going to pull in a new generation with these sorts of confections.
May 8th, 2015
Date night.
May 7th, 2015
Tonight I talked to Erika Moen for the fifth or sixth time. I … gushed a little.
Remember, kids: Don’t meet people you admire when you’re drunk.
Also: I am a perfectly reliable narrator and all events in this comic should always be considered the gospel truth.
May 6th, 2015
My girlfriend and I are planning a trip to Ohio to see my family in June. This is causing some anxiety. In both of us.
For most of my life, I have both felt very close to and completely separate from my family. In many ways, I have made a new family out here in Oregon. Some part of me wants to mix those together. Some part of me wants to protect each of them by keeping them totally separate.
May 5th, 2015
The men in my support group are some of the most loving and supportive people I’ve ever met. Without them, I don’t know how I would have made it through the last year.
I’ve been avoiding telling anyone who it was who was responsible for the childhood trauma I have talked about at length here, but tonight I realized that the reasons I’ve been keeping this secret have had nothing to do with me and everything to do with protecting him and his family.
Sexual violence leaves a complicated fracture in our lives. A year in, I feel like I’ve barely begun to see the pattern, much less picked up any of the pieces. But I’m healing and I’m growing.
If you need help, please seek it out. You’ll never be sorry that you did.