It has been a surprisingly busy season. With the release of Hell’s Gate book 2: Resurgence on October 13th so closely together after our first release Hell’s Gate book 1: Awakening, it’s been a bit…crazy to say the least. I am super happy to report that book two is right on track and I can’t wait to release it to all of you. If you aren’t familiar with my work, you can check it out on my YouTube page, or on my tab linked here on my website.
See my audio short Mom’s Diary to get a feel for my less-than-conventional views on life.
My main comic is about my day-to-day life as:
I roll my eyes these days at everyone claiming to be all of these ridiculous things and it seems like people often are ‘riding off the coattails’ of autism and making money. If I had to describe what I’ve experienced, I would say Atypical is pretty accurate.
I get equally annoyed at someone that talks to me like I’m an effing child.
Am I hating on the people that actually have gone through this and struggled in life? Hell no. That shit is hard. Especially when someone has to actually pull you aside and tell you why it’s not appropriate to laugh at funerals─ even if someone’s face or crying has made me have to leave the room I am laughing so hard.
Funerals are just…weird. Why do we look at dead people in boxes? How about, if you have to view me after I’ve bitten the big one, you know─ just burn my corpse and throw me outside? I mean, seriously─ I’m dead, wtf do I care?
Have a few beers, talk about the dumb shit I’ve done and then be on your merry way. Mourn at home over pictures or something you weirdos. Don’t stare at my shitty funeral parlor makeup-ed face in front of a bunch of shit heads that are squabbling over my bank account funds. /suddenweirdrant
The point I’m making is that─
I’m back, breeches!
Well, it happened─ I am officially signed on as a published creator at Dusk Publishing! I am so beyond excited to be joining this innovative and progressive company.
I signed on with them this past weekend at Collected in Keller in a live event on our facebook page. Meeting everyone that came through was a great joy and seeing all the little ones dressed up in their cosplay was an even bigger treat.
With that being said, let’s get to what to expect this next month as we count the days until Akon 28 arrives. This year is the first year that Akon will have left it’s Dallas home and moved to Fort Worth. I’m excited to see what this will do to its dynamics, as, it has always felt extremely cramped in the hotel spaces at both the Hilton Anatole, and in its earlier years, the Sheraton downtown. (if you’d like to see all the exciting guest this year, check out their guest page!)
So~ What’s in store for the month before our big live event for Akon 28?
A month of live events building up to it, of course! This month, I’ll be popping up live to talk on my Motoko Kusanagi cosplay,
my graphic novel (set to release in 2018),
Hell’s Gate book 1 releasing Akon week (June 8-11) and book 2 of Hell’s Gate to be released in October of this year!
Plus more news on my audioshorts and books being released to the public.
My podcasts (if you noticed) tend to take time due to my busy schedule, but you can usually expect a few a year that cover Japanese folklore/Myths & Legends/Urban Legends. I’m never shy with the creepy, and it is my favorite thing to create.
If you want to see my most updated content, I tend to be on Twitter and FB often. I’m getting an outline together for my Youtube page and thinking about Twitch. Though my content is slowly (and painfully) building, I promise there will be more on Youtube soon!
I’ll be posting a live event calendar soon so you guys know when to tune in.
besos, and stay creepy,
I knew I was different when I was a child. That sounds narcissistic as fuck, but it’s true.
Some years ago (when me and my mother were on speaking terms) I remember describing to her in perfect detail what my baby room looked like. Lot’s of violet and stuffed animals with gauze-y white curtains and white furniture. I remember my favorite stuffed animal was a white seal that I liked to bite on the nose. (It felt good on my gums. :3)
My mother blinked a few times and then, being the religious/superstitious woman she was, suggested that angels must have guided me out of my tiny human body into the spiritual realm, throwing me into an out-of-body experience.
But, sadly─ my mom was wrong. Because unlike typical accounts of ‘out-of-body’, I didn’t see myself, or outside of my field of vision from the crib. (not to mention, I think it’s all a bunch of horse dung.)
To my mother’s credit, there is something unnerving about a child that not only corrects everything you say, but also tends to be extremely blunt and appears to lack feelings. This was the 90’s folks, and there was nothing more than just talks about ADD. (attention deficit disorder, now more commonly referred to as ADHD) But, alas, her daughter couldn’t have that, because mostly males were diagnosed with it at the time─ let alone any other possible issues.
And so, I was branded─ the Demon Child.
Not because I was the spawn of satan, or some- such nonsense, but because I was that man’s daughter.
As you may have guessed, my parents split. Just after I was born, in fact. My mom’s thoughts?
I was tirelessly and incessantly curious about everything─ especially death. When someone explained something to me, the first phrase that inevitably came out was ‘but why do we do it this way?’
I loved watching scary movies, so much that I would sneak out into the living room like a ninja behind our couch to watch ‘adults only’ films.
Eventually, my mom and step-dad caught on and gave in. And so the three of us (my brother was very young then and slept in a crib) would sit on Friday nights and watch films. I’m sure my parents wanted to watch it in peace─
but I had questions.
For the longest time, I would ask my parents obsessively about god, heaven, and bad guys. I would listen to the stories in church, but watch movies about the most horrible sides of humanity. My mom displayed both sides equally. So I would get a constant flood of conflicting evidence on human behavior.
And inconclusive data made me upset. Really upset. I liked control and understanding everything.
And so, my tiny villainous brain devised a scheme. Remove the control, and we have a predictable outcome where all other outcomes would cease to screw up my tireless conflicting world views.
Do any of you remember these?
They were little 2×3 space heaters. Now hilariously illegal.
What happened to cross my mind at the moment, or what force compelled it, I’ll never know. I simply remember at the time, logic dictated that I do it.
And so, I stared at the wall heater. And it at me.
I wasn’t allowed to touch the heater again.
And my scary movie days? Had to return back to me becoming one with the dark ninja force. At least, until after the coast had cleared.
Made this for funsies. ❤