Yet another “new start.” I am full of new starts.
Yes, I bought a turquoise case. This should surprise no one.
Yet another “new start.” I am full of new starts.
Yes, I bought a turquoise case. This should surprise no one.
Tonight I saw Poncho Sanchez at Jimmy Mak’s here in Portland having very little idea what I was walking into.
I smiled, I danced (badly), I wondered why I didn’t do this more often.
Endless training classes and endless coffee and training classes and coffee and training classes and coffee and
If you are also a survivor, there is help. You are not alone. There is nothing wrong with you for feeling the way you do and you are not broken beyond repair.
Below are a few places I have turned since finally beginning to confront this over the last two months.
When I’m in a relationship, my partners have always appreciated my ability to remember dates and anniversaries. I mark them with special events and appropriate fanfare.
As a single guy, sometimes this tendency is less helpful.
This was the first comic that I made with the idea that would become “Life and How to Live It” in mind. The first time I consciously decided to use comics to capture something very real about my life without filtering it.
I think this also marks the first time (but not the last) that you’ll see my part on the wrong side of my head.
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 inĀ 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.
A comic more about the people around me than myself. IĀ debated whether to try and draw her face from my memory, but that seemed inappropriate somehow. I hope that by leaving her behind her umbrella, I haven’t failed to humanize her.