Phrases That Make Me Swipe Left

and other reasons your online dating profile is not getting you laid Once you’ve been doing the online dating thing for a bit, whatever app or service you use, your eyes start to glaze over. Especially if you’re femme-shaped, you see people calling for attention all day long, every day of the year, until they …

Layout tweaking

I’m screwing with the site!  You may have noticed.  We’ll see if this serves our needs and eyeballs better.  I want to find something that will make perusing the cultist pictures easy without utterly fucking text.  Only I am allowed to fuck text around here.

The End of the World

The Bosnian Chick Magnet is warm and clicking against her back, like a sleeping animal.  Ava stands with her eyes closed, enjoying the quiet. It’s the only car left at the gas station, which is why she hears the mourning dove calling. cooOOOO-hoooo-hoooo-hoooooo…. coooOOOO-hooo-hooo-hoooooo…. There are always mourning doves at the end of the world. …

How to (Not) Read the News

I’ve been trying to meditate in the morning, just for like ten minutes. Just a little bit of silence and stillness at one point in the day. It helps remind me that the madness I experience inside and out is not who I am or what the world is. Not entirely, not all the time. …

Cultists page 3

The pastels are getting more fun and more interesting to use as I work with them!  I’ve got a bunch of pages to scan and tart up in Photoshop, most of which I’m pretty happy with.  Been sticking them up on the corkboard so they don’t smear.  I guess people probably use some kind of …

Desert Desires

In the morning: I send a song to you. I choose it carefully. There’s always a reason. I’d tell you if you asked; no one ever asks. I only seem to do this for one person at a time – it’s my way of courting. Like leaving flowers at your door A mouse corpse on …

Cult doodlings page 2

Lots of pain this week.  My flesh prison is revolting, in every sense of the word.  This pleased me, though – I finished the second page of the cultist thing.  I’m gonna get sick of calling it “the cultist thing” way before we get to the title page and I can start using its name. …

At the Miracle Sausage Factory

I haven’t had a lot to show you this week, but it’s not that I haven’t been writing – there are a lot of words in a few drafts here, they’re just sprawling and unfocused and I can’t toss up any kind of conclusion.  I’m having a hard time right now if you want to …

Cultist doodlings

I’ve been doing some pastel drawings around an idea I had the other day, something about cultists and ice cream.  Anyway, this is the first page of a longer story.  Figuring out how I want to depict it is interesting, between various traditional media and digital effects.  Here’s the finished first page. Working with pastels …