June 23 - scripting and layout

For weeks now I'm supposed to have tried out these anal beads but I kept putting it off and off. I like some butt stuff, don't get me wrong, but my world doesn't revolve around it and I just haven't been in a put-a-string-of-beads-in-my-butt mood. Over the weekend, Matt and I resolved-- RESOLVED-- to use them because we had it on the schedule that the review is due NEXT WEEK which means I had to write about them on Monday. Today. (Of course we didn't get it done, are you kidding?) 

So like the high schooler desperately starting that essay that's due next period, this Monday morning was spent hurriedly shoving beads up my ass in a mild panic. Not PANIC-panic, but this-is-due-today-godammnit panic. 

To my two studiomates who are my Patrons here: that is why I came into the studio late. 

ANYWAY. It was time well-spent because not only did I get my script written, but I got the whole thing laid out and roughly penciled! Looks like it's gunna be a four-pager. 

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In book news: I sent off the copyright boilerplate to the book designer and she thinks our final page count might be 268 pages! Hrrrrnnnngggggggg this book is happeningggggggggg. 

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For about two weeks now, I keep thinking about these topics I want to write about here. Some "essays" (translation: rants) about some of the unique challenges that come with this job. I don't mean the long hours or the struggles with drawing anatomy, but the being-a-queer-woman-on-the-internet-who-talks-about-sex-and-sexuality challenges. But I'm stuck. It's a subject that I'm so submerged in, I don't know how to break down my thoughts and experiences into palatable bites that won't make me sound like the raving harpy that I am. 

This job comes with a lot of hate. And it's not from the people you'd expect it to come from. If it were from the white, male, Christian, republican, conservatives, I don't think it'd hurt as badly. But it doesn't. It comes from the feminists, the queers, the people who care about social justice and progressive politics. It comes from "my" people and it cuts pretty deeply. 

But what can you do? 

I just keep doing the best that I can. I can't do any better than that. 

Oh wow, I need to wrap this up because my husband is filling up my phone with pictures of his dick until I get off the computer and come to bed. He's not even trying to take good one, it's just snap snap snap snap snap snap until I close my laptop.