DEAR MEN IN COMICS:
THE COST FOR WOMEN IN COMICS OF DOING BUSINESS IS TOO HIGH.
You need to help lower the price of women doing business in comics and in comics fandom to only the hard work. Not the hard work plus ducking threats online and off of violence, dodging groping, inappropriate advances, joking at the expense of the fat girl, the not “hot” girl, picking up and carrying around the short girl, creepshotting the cosplayer, stalking the professional.
You know, sexism. Violence. Attacks intended to create doubt and fear.
THE COST FOR WOMEN IN COMICS OF DOING BUSINESS IS TOO DAMN HIGH.
CALL OUT OTHER GUYS. If women doing this for themselves really really worked, I wouldn’t have to be saying this.
Start culling guys from your personal and professional circles that are bad citizens, that you have to apologize for.
CALL OUT MISOGYNY AND SEXISM. Intervene. Speak up. Vocally reject things like the “Big Cans” promotion at NYCC on your blogs, Twitter, tumblr, Facebook, right then and there when it happens.
THE COST FOR WOMEN IN COMICS OF DOING BUSINESS IS TOO DAMN HIGH. We’ve been paying and paying. I’ve paid with my health, self-esteem, and sense of safety. Other women have paid more.
THE COST FOR WOMEN IN COMICS OF DOING BUSINESS IS TOO FUCKING HIGH.
Men, help us lower that cost so it’s the SAME AS YOURS: hard work.
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I decided not to label this drawing because my conflicting self-images are unhealthy enough. Am I disgusting? Am I fabulous? I don’t even know anymore.
brittwilson for president
Five pairs of photographs representing the different hues and gradations of humanity. Each pair can be taken as a couplet, single stanzas in a larger poem, just as this set of photos as a whole is only a small representation of what humanity is, as it were.
Think of these as color photographs, but where we usually see color visually, allow yourself to perceive the colors from the life expressed in these photographs. We all emit a different energy, we all dye the earth a different color. We change it while we’re here, and if we’re lucky, our shades of energy will continue to coat the earth, even after we’re gone.
My name is Forrest Lane, and I’m a photographer from East Tennessee. You can view my portfolio here. You may also come find me on all forms of social media like Facebook Twitter Instagram or even Soundcloud!
the editorial magazine did a little feature of my work and this pic is on it
Debbie Harry in New York City, 1977
Here is a sketch comic I made called Ducks, in five parts.
Ducks is about part of my time working at a mining site in Fort McMurray, the events are from 2008. It is a complicated place, it is not the same for all, and these are only my own experiences there. It is a sketch because I want to test how I would tell these stories, and how I feel about sharing them. A larger work gets talked about from time to time. It is not a place I could describe in one or two stories. Ducks is about a lot of things, and among these, it is about environmental destruction in an environment that includes humans. Thank you for taking the time to read it.