Little Gardens for Invalids

Torontonians, y’all should come out to this killer afternoon event. My friend Dave Cave (of the zine Everybody Moon Jump) is launching his newest zine, entitled “How Many Pictures Of Dicks Do I Have To Look At Before I Stop Wanting To Look At Pictures Of Dicks?”, which I believe is going to be an effing tour-de-force.

It’s about gay porn, bee tee dubs.

I’m going to be doin’ support reading (kind of like an opening act) alongside my pal Maranda Elizabeth (of the zines Telegram and Little Acorns ). I will probably try to be way funnier than I am, because Dave is a comedian and I totally want to impress him.

When you’re sick and you think you might be getting bad news, it’s amazing what you can convince yourself not to do. Truly amazing.

I talked to A. about this last night, in pain and teary-eyed, and he said, super gently, “Stop putting your life on hold. There’s no reason for you to stop drawing, to stop creating.”

What a freaking revelation, seriously. I think I’ve been actively denying myself my normal coping mechanisms (drawing, writing, talking to long-distance pals) because I’ve been all, “Oh, I’ll just wait until after I get my diagnosis.” Don’t ask me why this made/makes sense, because I just don’t know.

So, yep. Gonna try to keep holding myself accountable and responsible for my actions and not writing everything off just because I’m a sicky. Feel free to hold me to that.

(Above: Itty-bitty linocuts I did a coupla months ago. Pen, scissors, glue: holy trinity of zinesters everywhere.)