Hooded in Grace

I Miss her, but I was a toxic influence on her.

A Medusa

 

OK, not really a Gorgon,  but still a captivating sight.

Remember Don Rosa

 The man that created the modern Ducks greatest epic,

 

https://career-end.donrosa.de/p/the-epilogue.html

I may already have published something about him. 

 

Still, remember,

far below Edizioni Squalo and Ediperiodici, far below Bonelli, below the cesspool of bad ethics that passes as publishers of comics in Japan

There stands Disney's, union-busting and mistreating comics creators since the '30s.  

Athletica

 

Annie Hall in college.

Madame

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Two Version of a NightMare

Two Version of a NightMare - sometimes I compulsively re-draw old pictures. It is not always an imnprovement.
 

   Happy 2025!

Happy New Year, folks. Let's hope things improve from 2024.  

 Merry Christmas!!!

 

 

False Colours

 

For a real Woman - a quasi-portrait.

Upside Down

 

Damn Trucks

 

Sometimes, life respects neither SSC nor RACK ...

Tarots

Like many who draws, I tried my hand at drawing a set of Tarot cards. 

Well, not really, because I did not use the standard seeds for the Minor Arcana (i.e. the playing cards) and I can easily be accused of blatant disregard for the traditional iconography of the Tarots. 

Truth be told, I wanted just some kind of big-ish project to follow that did not require the steadiness of mindset that making a comics really required. I did not think that I would finish it - as I did - nor about what to do next. 

I did not really believe in its commercial value - a lot less than my friend BlackDaVinci does - and I mostly thought about it as something to leave behind in case I suddenly croak. 

Anyway, I have done it. I must decide for a final print format and see how it expensive it will be to get them printed - it would necessarily be a small run, no photolithography -  and shipped, but it is  costing me a lot to just gather the courage to take and to go a printing shop.

If it does not work out, it is a little heartbreak. If it does, it risks bringing me out of the shadows of the web. Both results frighten me - God, I am pathetic. 

Anyway, you may have seen some of them before, but here's a small selection of the cards. As you may notice, my Minor Arcana seeds are Clamps and Cups (tits, really, but it felt a bit too crass to use them directly), Dildos and Pears (of Anguish).

 

For the time being, I live you with the Major Arcana that I like the most, the Devil. And may Robert Mapplethorpe forgive me for making a woman out of him.

 

Les Amants du Pont Vieillot

 

I am not much in the mood to write, lately. I feel alone, sad, hopeless etc. I give you this drawing, hopefully you can fap on it. 

See you next time.

Greetings

and
 

To you all
 

 

Politics: Sleight of Hands, Swindlers and a General Inability to Accept reality

The title says it all.

Even before Donald Trump made "fake news" an household locution and made it patent for all to see, politics has always being about framing information to further an agenda, ignoring reality - eventually, even actively working against the acquisition of sound data about, well, anything - when it comes in the way and don't give a fuck.

You want a "progressive" example?

Progressives are very inclined to accept the importance of nature in defining one's gender when it comes to trans people - something in their biology made so that their physiological gender does not match their mental structure, so transitioning makes them happier, "more whole" persons. There is little doubt that nurture has, for most of them, little to do with their decision (- cough - or I would be a woman, now - cough - ) as only a small minority of them could count  with even a moderately understanding family.

But, when it comes at discussing the evident distress of many men in accommodating a host of social alterations that makes them feel useless and rejected, lo and behold: it is just that these schmucks have not been educated rightly, and a simple application of the right psychological mumbo-jumbos will solve the problem and make these men - well... - like women.

The fact that normal men go around with ten to twenty times the testosterone levels of women, and that this affects some psychological traits beyond the obvious physical ones (*),suddenly seems completely lost to them.   

(*) there is a fascinating interview to a transsexual man in  NPR, in which the guy recollect the effects of testosterone on him during and after the transition from "her" to "him", that I suggest for you to listen; It is illuminating.

You want a  conservative example?

Take the progressive one that I made, and reverse the relative position of men and trans people and you gets it.

 

 

 

Note: this was written in 2019 but I felt like I was obsessing over stuff that, in the end, is not really my problem - after all, both left and right assholes want me dead for offending their crappy values. In days like this my sympathy for Pier Paolo Pasolini goes up to 11. A pity we will never meet (I am pretty sure the dude is up in Heaven, where I won't likely set foot).

Teo

Teo has lymphoma.

He is the cat that owned me the longest, seven years going for eight, so I am going to miss him quite a bit.

Shit, anything gets me crying these days - What a super-hyper-mega-sadist-dom I am.

A Dream

The dude is me, the place is my dining room.

The woman is the [now unattainable?] dream.

 

(To be honest, a couple of women did want her place in the past, it's just that drawing is easier than living and has less constraints. ie I AM lazy.)

African Women

I know, she is a black lady - from actual Africa, if I remember well. 

Is it in bad taste, drawing her in bondage regalia? Maybe. 

Then again, I am not American. A lot of what would be uncomfortable sub-text for a U.S. citizen is a lot toned down when seen from my Italian Hikkikomori vantage point.

What I know of African women is from the ones that I met. On average, they are nice people that treated me fairly - which may not actually apply to my mother, I can say after enough therapy - and whose only grating characteristic was, usually, an excessive desire to save my soul from hell - when they discover that I am agnostic.

So, to my eyes they are simply women whose physicality I really like and, me being me - ie screwier than a corkscrew, this is my way of showing it. 

It is not like white women are treated any better, in my drawings. 

Ite, Missa Est

It's Love When

 

 

As a side note, things haven't improve from  when my mother had to touch with her own hand to be sure she was not dreaming me doing nasties with my girl friend. 

My mother got a stroke, and so now it is even less likely that she will ever recognize that I actually am a man - instead of some kind of asexual child - and one that likes women, too.

Don't think about it too hard.

 

I am alone, lonely, unhappy and miserable lately. More than the usual. And I have no one I trust to talk my shit to, too. If you read this, I will deny having written it.  

Aerostatic bondage close up - Sketch

Marker sketch.