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Oil Painting Prep!

Becoming an Art Wizard I’ve found that mostly everyone I meet wishes they had gotten a letter from a mysterious owl prompting an adventure to a fantastical college of wizardry and magic. As for myself and a handful of my oldest friends, we *did* in fact get our letter which…

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Things We Whisper to Ourselves

Early this year, I decided to dedicate the Spring to personal healing. I committed to do so when my plans for 2020 completely vaporized in a matter of days due to the COVID pandemic, and I could no longer put off addressing my declining emotional health by burying myself in…

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Responding to Criticism

When a person receives criticism or their behavior is challenged, they initially respond in one of two ways: They can consider what is being said, weigh the criticism against their own thoughts, and decide whether the information warrants shifting their point of view.They can react defensively as though they’re being…

Word Gushing

Midnight Cheese

I’m writing because I’m experiencing a nagging desperation or something. I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s a cocktail: part dread, part uncertainty, with past trauma bitters and a twist of longing. My social media blew up this evening due to Joe Biden clenching more delegates from several states….

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Mountains we Build Together

Today I realized that the theme of my webcomic, GravityRoad, has been largely inspired by a story from antiquity that I must have learned about while taking art history as a student long ago. The old legend I am referring to is the Tower of Babel. In short, the tale…

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The “Therapy” Category

I realize now that pretty much for the entirety of 2019, I struggled with a nasty spell of depression. My emotional and mental health was trash. To make matters worse, nothing about the world helped to improve my state of mind. Each time I tried to pick myself up a…

Word Gushing

RIP Casa Del Matador

I feel like complaining. Bare with me. For a long time now it’s been my tradition to hit up a cantina with my mother each Monday. We eat fried peppers, chips and salsa, and most importantly, enjoy a few margaritas. We call this tradition, “Margarita Monday”. For years this ritual took…

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Gender, Social Conditioning and Sexuality

I’ve been talking a lot about sex and intimacy lately. This recent outlet of thoughts and feelings is a reflection of my personal account with my gender: the society-dubbed female, and this construct’s relationship to sexuality. I’m at a point where I can look back on the scope of my…

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THE TELL OF AROUSAL

I was hurriedly walking back to my family’s tiny cruise-ship cabin with a tight V-shaped smirk stretched across my lips. Like a quick and dirty grab and go, I had just made out with a boy for the first time. I had met him just that week. We were crammed…

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My Other Face

I was once an art student at SAIC in Chicago. Back then, I had never been on my own before, and found myself living in a swank studio apartment dorm. It was an exciting “leaving the nest” experience, but what I remember most wasn’t the rose-tinted luxuries, rather the white…