So here’s Pg2 of the comic – which unashamedly takes a lot of references from Erika Moen’s Comics whose art seriously influenced me when I was spending way too much time angsting over my sexuality.
There’s no shame in referencing Erika Moen’s stuff, she’s a wonderful cartoonist! I didn’t notice the resemblance firsthand though, I just thought the rhythm on this one was really good
Ooooh weird, maybe I was channeling you! My thoughts actually hit halfway down some stairs in my old house, but I really wanted to draw it outside for the comic for some reason…
Wow, this hits close to home. I was on the bus going home Still can’t believe how long it took me to realise that I was ALLOWED and ABLE to be in queer love. I blame the patriarchy
This is totally reminding me of my intense girlcrush. It was a strange tradition in my all-girls school for lower school girls to have an upper school “crush” – You carried her books and cheered for her in her sport. So I didn’t feel too weird following her around. But wow, I would have done ANYTHING for her…
Easily my favorite comic representation of feelings ever. I’ve read it three times already because it makes me super happy. Well done! ^_^
OH woah! Thanks so much!
There’s no shame in referencing Erika Moen’s stuff, she’s a wonderful cartoonist! I didn’t notice the resemblance firsthand though, I just thought the rhythm on this one was really good
Oh cheers! I really really like changing up the pacing of the panels
Thanks Sam! I can remember so vividly the moment my feelings hit me too! Incidentally I was walking through the gardens…
Ooooh weird, maybe I was channeling you! My thoughts actually hit halfway down some stairs in my old house, but I really wanted to draw it outside for the comic for some reason…
Wow, this hits close to home. I was on the bus going home
Still can’t believe how long it took me to realise that I was ALLOWED and ABLE to be in queer love. I blame the patriarchy 
That darn patriarchy!! It’ll be so nice to do away with it completely…
This is totally reminding me of my intense girlcrush. It was a strange tradition in my all-girls school for lower school girls to have an upper school “crush” – You carried her books and cheered for her in her sport. So I didn’t feel too weird following her around. But wow, I would have done ANYTHING for her…