Too Bad I Had AIDS

Aren't they cute? But deadly.

Quid Pro Quo

I wanna fuck you so loudly the neighbors cum in their sleep.
Wanna do things that are only legal because
no one's ever thought to pass laws against them.
Lover, if you're willing to go to prison for the shit you do to me
I promise I will never turn you in...
-Rachel McKibbens and Marty McConnell

Mine Are Bigger

Maybe it's just me, but it always seems like there are moments when you know you need to confront a problem. The gaping hole in conversation begs for it. And it's not something fun, and chances are the conversation won't end well, but as long as you stay silent, nothing will be resolved. So you wait. You stall, make jokes, convince yourself that next time you'll find a better opening to bring it up. But you keep pushing 'next time' back. And by now, you already know exactly what you want to say. Why? Because instead of talking about the issue with someone who needs to know it, you talk to your friends - stay in the comfort zone. The sentences are in your head, rehearsed, and by now, a part of you wants to forget the whole thing because it's been done to death. You know your lines, and you can guess theirs with what you assume is perfect accuracy. But you shouldn't just let it go. Because sometimes, you're wrong. So rarely do we take the plunge and have that difficult discussion, that we don't realize: people can surprise you. Sometimes, they're just as eager as you to deal with the issue; and someone needs to be the bigger person. So embrace the mortification! Because the alternative could be losing someone forever.
-Gal

How Do I Tell You

For Everyone to See

She Always Ruins the Moment

For anyone who's interested, this comic is clearly not based on actual events. It's impossible to think tiff is sexually inadequate. She's a freak in the sack.

Tell Me You Don't Matter

So yesterday I went to the Poetry Festival, and it's left me feeling like everything I write is silly or awkward or whatever. You really have to admire people who can articulate how they feel, who can take something you've wanted to say forever and put it to exactly the right words. Maybe you have to be born with it...this talent to see and feel things around you that you can magic into text on paper. But personally, I'm hoping it's something that can be learned. I want to inspire..!

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Yeah so I'm kind of in a state of literary depression. Or something.

Anyway, this week I decided that you're probably bored of our usual comics, and as we've failed to come up with any new material lately, I thought you'd be interested in Marty McConnell [link]. She was at EBHS yesterday. She is amazing and passionate and I'm completely in love with her. Click and enjoy :)

"...tell me you don't matter to a universe that conspired
to give you such a tongue, such rhythm
or rhythmless hips, such opposable thumbs –
give thanks or go home a waste of spark

speak or let the maker take back your throat
march or let the creator rescind your feet
dream or let your god destroy your good and fertile mind

this is your warning / this
your birthright / do not let
this universe regret you."

[Edit] Un-fucking-believable.
-Amy