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Your series, A Wish For Wings, and Closetspace are both wonderful. They show tremendous insight into human beings. I love many of your characters. Hanna is beautifully drawn. I wish I had a friend like that in real life. Andrea is beautifully drawn. Abaddon is beautifully drawn. Carrie is also very interesting. For some strange reason, A Wish For Wings seems more realistic than Closetspace. It seems to be about a struggle to do something worthy. To do something with your life more than mere material existence. Closetspace, on the other hand, seems to be light, and fun. Thank you for doing both series. I look forward to seeing updates every Monday. Good luck on your move to Seattle. It's a beautiful city.
As far as I can tell, the webcomic about emotionally repressed transsexuals takes place over a span of three weeks despite taking five years to tell it. During which almost nothing happens, improvement in the "Star Blazers" art style included. In the Closetspace universe, 1980s hair never went out of fashion. Mercifully, there is no nudity or even sex in this strip.
So. Which is it? Be honest, I can take a few punches to the gut.
UPDATE: I posted this, not because I'm fishing for compliments, but because I really want to know. Back in the mid 90s, I had a kinda cult following on Usenet. I was completely surrounded by people who were good friends, others who loved me, and others who adored me. And the entire time, I refused to buy into it. I don't want that. I want to do what I want to do wether it's good or bad.
That reign of terror ended about 1998 or so. The comics started in 2001, and now we're right back to the friends/loved/adored thing. And again, I'm doing my best not to buy into it. Only this time - I'm making taking advantage of it. The 2008 Prism Guide wants another article. I've been published (sorta) in three books already. I'm known in the high ups LGBT circles. But again, I worry - am I buying into this? I don't want to - I want to do what I feel I need to do, regardless of good bad or indifferent reactions. But sometimes I worry if I need someone to stand behind me and whisper in my ear "Respica te, hominem te memento." Someone to make sure I'm not buying into my own "fame."