This night was actually the night before we had THE TALK. This kind of summation of our issues might prompt a “nice guy”-style judgment of women always dating a-holes, but it’s very one-dimensional. I was hurting and upset, and that’s what the comic is about - more the crazy thoughts we have when in pain than the relationship itself. This guy was smart, engaging, cared for me a lot, was affectionate, frequently told me how pretty I was, never let me pay for anything, gave me piggy-back rides… all that romance novel stuff, along with things mentioned above. In other words, he was a real, multi-dimensional, flawed human being who just wasn’t right for me.
This comic is like a diary entry for me (despite me actually blogging about this elsewhere and having an actual diary and talking to all my friends about it - I spend a lot of time processing okay) I still upload all these to the Picnic on the Moon archive, by the way.
So what’s next? I’m putting together thumbnails for a pitch about a comic on bisexuality for an anthology on the topic, and soon will work on thumbnails for that Batman on Robin comic that will be in a February show at Mission Comics and Art. Plus I got one page of Acrobats almost ready for upload tomorrow! Busy busy!