I think it has something to do with Adult Me being a sexual being that desires and wants to be desired, so the idea of my pre- and post-pubescent selves being one person becomes repulsive to me in an irreconcilable way. This is probably textbook Freud, I haven't read any though

This Margot Ferrick strip is the closest thing I've seen to this anxiety being represented in art - the autonomy-robbing humiliation of, in Mortal Kombat terms, babality margot.maison/oneshots/bab...

Sometimes I can't fully understand what I'm trying to articulate with the things I draw. It would be probably good for me if I could

😭 it sucks because I've somehow built some genuinely incredible friendships online but I am simultaneously very neurotic about rejection *and* about feeling pestered, so yeah it can be kinda fraught

This probably comes across as quite a heavy vent piece but it's "actually" about when a Twitter mutual decides that you're really really cool and they need to DM you every day and Like all of your tweets. But I'm a bit reluctant to post it on Twitter, because, y'know. What if it made the octopus sad

It's not without its flaws (it's my first time reading a Snyder comic and he's egregiously Corny Dad at points) but it's insane how many of the wild swings just *work*. Once again, I must cite the words of my British nerd forebears: it's got thrill-power!!