i figured it out part way through and it ruined the punchline i intended to illustrate. oh well. sometimes that happens.
june 30, 2024
i wrote this a few days ago. the way i intended for it to go was that i was going to write a monologue for a while, and then transition into comic panels. it turns out that i ended up thinking about it way harder than i meant to, and never got around to making the comic i had intended to, because it was no longer relevant.
i was going to end it originally with, "haha isn't it so funny how i can never figure anything about myself out and it's been, what, 12 years since i realized i wasn't cisgender?" but then i figured out that i really do just prefer to be called a nonbinary man (for the side of me that has gender, since i'm still ALSO agender), and i'm content with that. so y'know. maybe try journaling about it if you're struggling with something. i thought about this so hard it gave me a blood sugar crash, btw, lmao.
also i know this isn't a comic, but it was meant to be one originally, and now it's just this weird journal entry written in my comics handwriting that i don't really know what to do with. so uh. here you go. six pages of notebook monologuing about my gender identity and some other related shit.
i'm not trying to redefine "comic" or anything here, this is just my outlet for processing the shit i'm going through. in case that wasn't blindingly obvious.