The fucked up thing about my short, round, brown-haired, blue-eyed husband transitioning is that he's forced my hand into admitting that I'm attracted to Super Mario.

The girls

Because there is implied drug use in my comic, I am legally required by the comics code authority to publish this anti-drug PSA.

Pinkerton is the best an album can be while still sounding like it's written by a guy who's actively looking up the age of consent in different states "out of curiosity"

*finds out Disney isn't giving ChatGPT 1 billion dollars any more* Oooh, I hope they give it to my husband instead!

Touching up chapter 12, and not surprised at how often the solution is to erase lines, not add them.