Comic About Me - Tumblr Posts

You know... I’m sick and in pain so often that sometimes it’s easier to say “I’m fine”. Not pretending with the people I care about it’s still a working in progress.

Summer is ending and I can finally grow the hair on my legs back. For me “no shave november” is more like “do not shave like ever during the year except for summer”.

I’ve always felt bad about my legs, but after a lot of work on myself I fell in love with them: they’re soft and kind of manly and they help me dealing with dysphoria.

Loving yourself it’s a journey.

Psss… if you’re interested in supporting a struggling artist you can do it on my ko-fi (I also take comic commissions).

I’ve been diagnosed more or less twenty years ago and if I’ve had a penny for every time I was bullied/insulted/gaslighted/poisoned by friends and complete strangers, I’d be probably worrying about investing my fortune than writing dumb comics about it.

I know that now coeliac has got more popular (aka: doctors know better and are able to make more diagnoses) and gluten-free diets had spread even to people that don’t need to follow them to keep their health. Still, I’m FUCKING TIRED of people treating something as serious as coeliac and gluten intolerances as a fancy quirk. I’m tired of people questioning my very dietary restrictions.

But you know what? Idiots are gluten-free.

Lucky.

Let’s eat them.