I wasn’t able to make it to the book opening of the anthology, Gay City: Volume I, but I guess I won the Editor’s choice award for the comic category - so THAT’s what recognition smells like, huh? Freshly mown June grass…. At least a few times a year, I cross paths with someone who swears they know someone, “who looks sooo MUCH like you!”, the way I talk, how I look, that weird little twitch I have - but I’ve never laid eyes on any of them. Strangely enough, they always seem to live in Australia or Germany. It happens enough to make me realize that 1) I have a common potato face, and 2) If these guys all live so far away, it’s because they must be getting up to some serious trouble, and having me here in Canada makes me the perfect patsy…
Hey Ty…
I really liked this strip. “Otherness” and the multiplicity of the self have always been obsessions of mine. Actually, some of my writings are exactly about that theme. Here’s a sample which I hope you’ll enjoy.
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ANOTHER
It is true. I can’t deny it.
Sometimes it seems to me that someone is chasing me
Sometimes I talk alone in a plaza
Or I speak to the mirror (and he answers back)
I don’t remember the last fifteen minutes of my life
Or I get lost among seemingly remote memories
Sometimes I want to dance and sing with Ophelia
Or I want to go and swim beside her
I stop in the street and yell
Or I treasure my words and I express myself with silence
Sometimes I lay down with my chest to the ground
To embrace my shadow
Or I stand on my head to change the landscape
I look in the memories for a lost old age
Or I imagine a childhood to come
Sometimes I say/write nonsense
Or like a pendulum I balance a thought
I want to fly and see the sun as Icarus
Or devour Hannibal Lecter
Sometimes I hear bodiless voices
Or see people flying
But in spite of all that
I know I am not insane
Another is – that is why he chases me –
It is a shame to know that I am not myself
But another.
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Take care,
Nacho.
Impersonal ads - they’re all so dam emotionally unavailable
I like long walks in the mall, curling up on a park bench in the fetal position reading a good phonebook, grabbing a drink or 2 of Listerine and having a good laugh with the voices in my head. Physically, I’m a wreck and my fingernails are 6.5 inches, uncut. Not looking for short term dry cardboard boxes, definitely more emergency shelter oriented. With that said, a good sturdy refrigerator carton will always catch my one good eye.
Great strip and congrats on officially making the leap from broadsheet to bound - ur on your way.
XOXO