To say that this comic is very disturbing is an understatement. I will say that right off the bat. I wrote it when I thought I was terminal back in 2004, in response to all the negative tropes I grew up with, both as a queer person and a former sex worker. They haunted me, both as a Mormon and later as an angry person navigating feminist women's spaces. It is informed by the horror movies I grew up with. My mom used to watch them to unwind from the even greater horrors that she saw as a criminal lawyer.

My goal with this comic was to work within the constraints of those negative tropes and create human characters worth cheering for. This comic stopped me from committing suicide when Keith Flint, one of my childhood role models, committed suicide. It helped me come to terms with the fact that I was a lesbian-identifying trans-excluding radical feminist struggling with the fact that they wanted to come out as a femme-presenting nonbinary masc, but had been too beaten down by everyone to do so. This comic is pure mental vomit, so please read it that way. Please feel free to ask questions and leave comments. This work is very heavy and tragic.

I am deadnamed on the banner attached to each comic, but I intend to eventually change that. Many of the digital masters for this comics were destroyed due to a backup failure, so I apologize for the quality of some of the pages.