Autobiographical Comics, I Love Them. I Love

It Was Not A Triumphal Return. Home, As I Had Known It, Was Gone.

In A Narcissistic Cathexis, You Invest More Energy Into Your Ideas About Another Person Than In The Actual, Objective, External Person. So The Man Who Falls In Love With Beauty Is Quite Different From The Man Who Loves A Girl And Feels She Is Beautiful And Can See What Is Beautiful About Her.

If There Was Ever A Bigger Pansy Than My Father, It Was Marcel Proust.

I Started To Get Bored With That Stuff About Only Drawing Men And I've Taken It Out Of The Slideshow.

And Partly, The Worst Thing You Could Do In My Family Was Need Something From Someone. So Physical Strength Represented An Avenue Of Self-sufficiency To Me.