"Sing Into My Mouth," 2006
Doofy twelve-year-old NJ dykes.
I posted this earlier on twitter for a lark, and then it started going around, so I figured I’d put it up on the blog.
The title, of course, is from the Talking Heads song (art school fag-identified person as I was)
I consider this story somewhat successful, but also square in the “juvenilia” territory; I’m not including it in the book collection of my solo comics (working title Body Talk), but it is deeply special to me.
Zach Mason interviewed me for Comics Workbook Magazine, and he asked
You just released a 158-page compilation PDF called Collected 2008-2013. Putting that work together - seeing it as a contiguous whole - I’m curious what you saw in your work that you couldn’t have seen as you were writing and drawing each individual piece.
[…] I remembered how I asked female friends, “What kind of things did you like as a pre-teen girl?” to research for a comic. […] I’d pushed down any desire to feel femme or be read as a girl, to the point where I forgot or didn’t fully realize that I’d ever wanted that. These comics became a dream space for me. I got to play out a lot of rage, sadness, and wish fulfillment.
I also thought to post this because I was thinking about desires getting safe space to play in game/art/dreamspace after I read Merritt’s post about her experiences playing on DBZ MUDs.
Families come in all shapes and sizes, even rectangles.
I can’t believe that this trailer just isn’t being played in cinemas…
ditto very seriously disappointed every-time I don’t see this version of the trailer in the cinema, curious as to whether it’s a localised censorship or an international thing.
tezuka osamuapollo no uta
nothing better than some cow based humour
Congratulations on graduation