Tumblr gifsets are my only window into the outside world.
I finished Eat Me, a comic I’ve been working on for the past few years on Filthy Figments. It is now a complete series, about 180 pages. It’s a drug-fueled adventure-porno about food and power and sex and monster battles.
As far as when it’ll be in print, I’m gonna get to work on the book now, but it won’t be available online for one full year, so October 1st 2015. You can read it on Filthy Figments or buy it from me in person at a show or convention. There will be a bonus chapter in the book.
I’m really happy with how this weird comic turned out. I hope you enjoy it.
I’m debuting a new issue of Comic Stripper at the Michigan Burlesque Festival on September 19th/20th in Detroit, where I’m also performing. It’s all about my experience at last year’s MBF, including events leading up to it. I’ll also have a whole bunch of other goodies. $15 for each day, or $25 gets you a weekend pass. Dozens of performers from around the country. Come check it out!
I’ve made so many comics about my fucking body hair.
I’ve been kind of obsessed with these things. My roommate actually moved out before he could give me this warning, so I had this conversation in my head instead. Heh heh.
Gonna keep a tally of messages I get from a) white feminists completely proving my point and b) people who think this comic proves feminism is worthless because I criticized one part of it. (Even despite me writing these words underneath the comic.) Then I’ll add them all up, see which column has more, and then drink myself to sleep either way.
Haha… this is why we can’t have nice things.
Short shorts and tiny tops are not an invitation for your commentary. The temperature is higher than my patience.
A conversation I had with a customer today. Sorry if I’m not flattered by your backhanded compliment, dude.
Feminism is having a wardrobe malfunction.
Does your brand of feminism remove barriers for women, or simply move them around? Does is expand options for women, or does it just shift them? You don’t liberate women by forcing them to choose option B instead of option A. What is comfortable for you might not be comfortable for someone else, and it’s entirely possible that what you see as oppressive, other women find comfortable or even downright liberating.
Before you think the girl in the middle is a strawman, let me tell you I used to be her, back in my misguided youth. I considered myself the standard to which other people should adhere. But that was stupid. It’s not up to me to tell people how to dress, and it’s much nicer to let everyone choose for themselves.
Some women would feel naked without a veil. Some women would find it restrictive. Some women would feel restricted by a bra. Some women would feel naked without one. Some women would feel restricted by a tight corset. Others love them. Some wear lots of clothes with a corset. Some only wear the corset and nothing else. What makes any article of clothing oppressive is someone forcing you to wear it. And it’s just as oppressive to force someone not to wear something that they want to wear.
I keep the vagina crown next to my Emmy. On my work desk. I can look at them any time I feel down. I was a weird little kid without a lot of friends, and I still sometimes can’t believe that people like me as much as they do. None of the people who made fun of me growing up have vagina crowns.
Eternal thanks to the wonderful girl who made this and I hope you can come in person next time I’m over there.
I’m playing a giant vagina in the current touring show. Tonight we’re in Orlando, FL at Back Booth. We’ll be in DeLand on the 22nd. Full tour schedule here. I have two mini comics, one of which is brand spanking new, and of course my smutty mermaid graphic novel.
I don’t usually reblog, but C’MON. This comic.
Reblogging here since this was the greatest triumph of my adult life.