A dating service where matching is based on people’s search history exists. You’re a serial killer. You go on a date with a writer.
Serial Killer: metaphorically, if you were to kill someone, how would you do it?
Writer: Air shot between the toes, it’ll look like a heart attack.
Serial Killer who is obviously in love already: *sucks in a breath* ok
Writer: how long would it take to die if you were to potentially stab someone in the guts
Serial killer: anywhere from 2 to 30 minutes
Writer, already bringing a ring out: *shaking* thanks
A++ addition
Writer: *shows the serial killer the murder scene they’re writing* babe, i’m not sure if this would actually work?
Serial killer: *kisses writer on the forehead and leaves, comes back later, a suspicious scent of blood coming off them* it works baby, you’re doing great
My number one tip for straight men (I mean, it could conceivably work for other genders and sexualities, but you’d have to adjust it quite a bit) is: inagine they’re a man.
Imagine that you just randomly told some bloke in a pub that he has beautiful eyes.
That you walked up behind your coworker Jim and started caressing his neck and shoulders while talking to him about the budget.
That you just sent a large and unexplained bouquet of flowers to Darren in Accounting.
That instead of complimenting a coworker on her breasts, you complimented him on his dick.
Does the action now seem weird? Uncomfortable? Do you no longer want to do it now that it isn’t directed at somebody you are sexually attracted to?
That strongly suggests that your action has a sexual aspect to it and therefore probably counts as sexual harassment!
I have a large, colorful tattoo on one arm. I’ve had multiple strange men cross a room to tell me how awesome it is, frequently while I’m at work, and it has never made me uncomfortable.
A couple of weeks ago, someone yelled out a car at me ‘I FUCKING LOVE YOUR BOOTS’, which was awesome.
It’s just… it’s really not hard to compliment people in a way that isn’t creepy, if your goal is actually to compliment them and not to slide a ‘btw I’m thinking about fucking you’ under the radar.
And the fact that some guys have NO IDEA how to do this really shows what’s wrong with our society.
Not to be dramatic or anything, but I personally feel like this might be one of the most important comics I’ve ever drawn. The world has so many preconceived ideas about what disability is “supposed” to look like—so when people with invisible disabilities come along and challenge those ideas, they are often met with a lot of unnecessary and, frankly, terrifying aggression. I’ve heard stories of people being yelled at, notes being left on windows, and even vehicles being vandalized because someone did not “look disabled enough” to use an accessible parking space. This sort of treatment is unacceptable.
I don’t normally ask you all to share my comics, but I believe that this one needs to be seen, especially by people who are outside the disability/chronic illness community—and the only way that’s going to happen is if we work together. 💪 Help people remember that not all disabilities look that same—and that not all disabilities are visible.
Not sure why, or if it’s only me who has this thought, by I like to imagine that if Anti is part of say a species of glitch demons, or that he has siblings or parents, then he’s not the best representation for what the majority of these glitch demons are like. While he goes around wearing black and acting like an immortal being of chaotic evil, the rest of the glitch demons are actually rather pleasant people; wearing bright colours and fancy clothes, well known for their kindness and hospitality, trying to be a bit more human in their ways and only using their glitch powers when absolutely necessary. Maybe I just like the idea that Anti’s going through a glitch demon’s version of an ‘emo phase’, while everyone else in his family are kindhearted pacifists who just leave Anti be as he quietly sharpens his knife at the dinner table. XD
Hahaha! Oh my “I̾T͆’̡͙S̛͖ ͧ͢N̩̈O̰T̢͇͑ ̪A͚ ̢ͮP͆H̽Ã͖͞S̫̍E̶̯ ̛̩̄MO̫͝M̄!ͯ”
A Glitch Named Anti 