I can tell when a guy is attractive, just as well as a straight girl can tell when another girl is attractive. Being gay doesn’t mean I suddenly think all man face looks the same to the point where I can’t tell the difference between an appealing man face to an unappealing man face. Straight people seem to have a hard time understanding this sometimes…
P.S. REMEMBER WHEN I SAID I’D UPDATE BACK TO NORMAL!? I LIED. AHAHAHAHA!
But really, sorry for the late updates! It may be worse depending how next semester classes work out.
PERIODSSSSSS! When people complain that I shouldn’t talk about my period because it’s gross, I don’t get mad, but instead I tell them details. All the details. EVERY PROTEST IS A INVITATION FOR MORE DETAIL! I should stop doing that, but i’m addicted to the power it brings.
UUUUGH… I once knew a guy who insisted that if I thought sexuality can be fluid, then I can’t really be a lesbian and could date men if I really wanted too. He said it in a more confusing way than what I put in the comic, so I tweaked it to what he basically was telling me. I think he was trying to confuse me on my sexuality so I would have an excuse to date him (since he liked me more than a friend and was being a little shit about me being gay). I just wanna jump in a pool full of queer ladies, but ALL I HAVE ARE PUDDLES THAT I CAN’T FIND!
For me… I used to love to take naps with my girlfriends, because I could hear their heartbeats. For me, that sound is the most soothing and relaxing sound in the world! This is what I miss most about being in a relationship. I: <
WHERE IS THIS ALL COMING FROM!? This comic is just some comments people have made towards me. They weren’t big enough situations to each deserve their own comic, so I put them into one. I’ve always wondered WHERE exactly people get these ideals from. They treat it like fact, but it’s only baseless opinions.
Children… When I was at work a kid started to screech for no reason. My store is small, so I can’t find a spot where there’s no sound, and he screeched for over 20 min nonstop. I started to get so stressed I wanted to claw my face! Why do kids gotta do that?! WHY THEY GOTTA SCREAM LIKE THAT, MAN?! I just can’t deal with it.
Dad please… my game is already fragile, dad, you are making it worse.
My dad likes to call me Coochicoos as a nickname! If it wasn’t such a cute nickname I would be more embarrassed about it. EXCEPT THIS TIME I was working up the nerves to try and talk to a girl who worked at a pet store I stopped at with my dad. She was cute! But then dad dropped the nickname and I lost my courage. My dad is adorable, but goodness gracious what terrible timing!
When I was a kid… I used to have these little drama’s with my dolls. Always had my Barbie have an affair with another girl doll! It was so intense and serious, man! I also had a barbie super car…that I would have Barbie and “Miranda” elope in. They lived the most happiest/drama filled lesbian life ever, I swear.
(I also didn’t have any Ken/ male dolls. So I would use my brothers wrestling action figures as “Ken” fff. For the sake of the comic, I just drew a regular male doll.)