In our last installment. Lyze shared his experiences with telling others about his love for pregnancy. Today it’s our lovable leader G’tron’s turn.
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I have the pleasure of working in a file room where for the most part I’m alone. So I occasionally steal a few lines on paper. I had gotten up to actually do some work and left my sketchbook uncovered when my mother, whom I work with, rushed into the room. Right over to the area where my book was.
I’m fairly certain my mom got a good long look at the Issue 23 Page 6. Three obvious panels of Cait and Adam. My shame. (more…)
OK, let’s cut to the chase. Reality is getting old.
It’s stale.
It’s predictable.
People are starting to say that life has ‘jumped the shark’.
That’s why we’re starting over.
We need fresh ideas, new talent.
New blood. And we’re not going to get bogged down by history.
Continuity reboot. Starting over from scratch.
That’s why we came to you.
You know all about this whole human reproduction thing, right?
So tell us, how would you do it?
How would you redesign pregnancy itself?
30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary; for thou has found favour with God.
31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS.
32 Then said Mary unto the angel, Blessed is my womb; long has the wish waxed in mine heart to become great with child.
33 And the angel said unto her, Hold thou still; and he did point his longest finger to the figure of Mary; and he did say unto her, pshoo!
34 And great Mary did swell, becoming she like the ball of many colors with which children of men do play in the surf.
35 Then did Joseph marvel to see his espoused wife thus; for there was joy in his trousers.
Out of the hauntingly beautiful murk of Swedish winter comes a comic strip that delights me greatly, Anders Loves Maria. It’s the story of two Stockholm kids about my age who are having a baby that is not yet my age. It has a wonderfully distinctive and frequently hand-painted art style, pulls no punches about the truths of both relationships and pregnancy, and every once in a while it makes a little Scandiavian Pride bell go off in my head. Go read it! I’m G’Tron, and I approved this message.
While in the throes of writing I want twins, KB asked me for editing help with this phrase.
I want to prance around in public and have to ward people away from touching me.
As true to life as that statement is, it’s quite euphemistic; people don’t just want to touch a pregnant woman’s hand or hair or back, there is a certain part that attracts the most attention. Rich, fecund, beetling and pronounced, it is the area bordered by her sides, ribs, and pelvis. You know– the big part, where the baby lives.
Ironically, KB was not comfortable using any of the words that are commonly used to refer to this region. There’s no shortage of them, but we all have our own preferences for which to use and which not to use. Some are more appropriate for everyday speech, while others are more evocative and lend themselves to prose. I quizzed KB and some of the rest of my friends on their favorites– let’s see how they stack up.
A conversation with Max over AIM:
G’Tron: This is really unlike most stuff I see in this department. It suggests a very different story than most.
Max: You think so? Well, there’s plenty more where it came from…
Max: Wait, what constitutes the story for the others, then?
G’Tron: I’m not sure. It may be that this picture seems to indicate so much more history than many others. Right off the bat it’s apparent that there’s something important to this couple besides their impending parenthood.
Max: That’s what happens when floating in white space alone just doesn’t cut it for mothers anymore.
G’Tron: Aye. This is not a pinup. This is a slice of life.
Max: May seem a little corny, but your asking me to flesh out an idea so bizarre sparked a lot of thought. Just belting out the average pinup-style piece one after another doesn’t say much about anything, so why not wrap a universe around every piece? Art is meant to provoke thought. The brunt of fetish art doesn’t. Since it seems that our little circle is substantially less concerned with the sexual aspect, from now on, I’m taking the liberty of throwing other things into the mix for you all to chew on longer.
G’Tron: You win this week’s internet.
Max: Oh, stop.