A random guy approached me while I was talking to one of my best friends. And when he approached me he said Hello then went on to say one of the strangest pick up lines I’ve ever heard in my life.
In about 3 sentences he expressed that he did NOT want to get me pregnant. However he wanted to make sure I knew that he wanted to fuck me in a public place (like a park or something) then cum inside me.
About this time my buddy joins the conversation. I thought she was going to tell this guy to piss off. Nope she proceeded to explain how she’d done this kinda thing before and how it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
I have strange friends.

A random guy approached me while I was talking to one of my best friends. And when he approached me he said Hello then went on to say one of the strangest pick up lines I’ve ever heard in my life.


In about 3 sentences he expressed that he did NOT want to get me pregnant. However he wanted to make sure I knew that he wanted to fuck me in a public place (like a park or something) then cum inside me.


About this time my buddy joins the conversation. I thought she was going to tell this guy to piss off. Nope she proceeded to explain how she’d done this kinda thing before and how it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.


I have strange friends.

Delay In Post

Sorry for the complete delay in post over the last month.

I had a major art show to prepare for, which is now leading to possibly a job in the comics industry.

I plan to have another comic up in the next two weeks. They should get more consistent again (or at least until I land that job).

Time For Feedback!

I was going through my comics and I realized they kind of bounce around some with different stories. Do you guys like it like that? Or is there a particular story you want to hear more about?

Feel free to note me your answer if you don’t feel comfortable posting it!

Also I have several stories that are actually more sad or scary then they are funny. I originally planned to not include these, but I figured I should ask you guys. Do you mind if not all the stories end with a funny punchline?

So I had to stop writing comics for a few weeks, this was partly due to the fact that I was in extreme pain. I needed surgery and I had to keep putting it off. When I finally had it done… well I was far from a sexy minx. More like a bruised swollen horse beat with a bat then run over by a big rig. 
However, my long running guy friend of almost ten years didn’t care. He thinks I’m the most beautiful, brilliant girl in the world even when I have purple and red bloody scars all over my face. And this partly has to do with him having been in love with me for the last ten years (but we’ll get back to that later).
Anyways, being an awesome friend he was catering to me, and keeping me company. As the pain killers set in (I had the good stuff), I started to get flirty, bored, and every other troublesome mood you could think of.
"I’m booooorrrreeeedddd" I’d whine and poke at him all crazy like. I kept at it until finally I got up in his face wanting him to pay attention. He blushed beat red debating if he should behave or say something nice… soooo he combined the two and got one of the most awkward phrases I’ve ever heard directed at me. "Your acting just like my cat right now… all over me… and… ‘pawing’ for my attention."
I was quiet for a moment, and pondered the phrase. I debated if I should comment on how weird it was… but I decided he was being far to sweet and I didn’t want to dampen his spirit… plus I was extremely high on drugs. I figured ‘Fuck it, I’ll use my medication as an excuse if this ever comes up again.”
PS Nothing to racy happened! More like after awkward sexual tension build up, I passed out drooling in his lap. Poor boy. I should really treat him better.

So I had to stop writing comics for a few weeks, this was partly due to the fact that I was in extreme pain. I needed surgery and I had to keep putting it off. When I finally had it done… well I was far from a sexy minx. More like a bruised swollen horse beat with a bat then run over by a big rig. 

However, my long running guy friend of almost ten years didn’t care. He thinks I’m the most beautiful, brilliant girl in the world even when I have purple and red bloody scars all over my face. And this partly has to do with him having been in love with me for the last ten years (but we’ll get back to that later).

Anyways, being an awesome friend he was catering to me, and keeping me company. As the pain killers set in (I had the good stuff), I started to get flirty, bored, and every other troublesome mood you could think of.

"I’m booooorrrreeeedddd" I’d whine and poke at him all crazy like. I kept at it until finally I got up in his face wanting him to pay attention. He blushed beat red debating if he should behave or say something nice… soooo he combined the two and got one of the most awkward phrases I’ve ever heard directed at me. "Your acting just like my cat right now… all over me… and… ‘pawing’ for my attention."

I was quiet for a moment, and pondered the phrase. I debated if I should comment on how weird it was… but I decided he was being far to sweet and I didn’t want to dampen his spirit… plus I was extremely high on drugs. I figured ‘Fuck it, I’ll use my medication as an excuse if this ever comes up again.”

PS Nothing to racy happened! More like after awkward sexual tension build up, I passed out drooling in his lap. Poor boy. I should really treat him better.

For a living I work a lot with power tools, chemicals, and a variety of other things that can kill you. It’s more of less an nontraditional job for a woman, and I take a lot of pride in that.  However, because my co-workers (and other guys that learn what I do for a living) don’t usually see  women in the field they sometimes aren’t sure how to view me.There’s the ‘wow your the girl of my dreams’ moment, where they imagine me in a skimpy outfit using a hammer or chainsaw. Which mind you make’s me smile, but sometimes it just starts to get in the way of my job.
The Church Mouse effect is a strange one. Because I’m a girl amongst men, sometimes the guys get afraid of offending my virgin ears. So they have private in jokes, or conversations I’m not included in.
And finally the Bro-chick effect, which is the opposite of the Church Mouse…. I hear WAY to much. I’m pretty open minded, but please don’t tell me about your lust and wanting to bang my best friends. That’s like telling a guy you want to bang his sister.
Overall, I DO NOT MIND any of these. I actually enjoy all of them to an extent. I like being a Bro that the boys can hang out with, it makes me feel like I proved myself. But I also like being seen as a good girl, that they can respect as a person with morals. And finally I just like guys thinking I’m hot for breaking a gender barrier.

For a living I work a lot with power tools, chemicals, and a variety of other things that can kill you. It’s more of less an nontraditional job for a woman, and I take a lot of pride in that.  However, because my co-workers (and other guys that learn what I do for a living) don’t usually see  women in the field they sometimes aren’t sure how to view me.

There’s the ‘wow your the girl of my dreams’ moment, where they imagine me in a skimpy outfit using a hammer or chainsaw. Which mind you make’s me smile, but sometimes it just starts to get in the way of my job.

The Church Mouse effect is a strange one. Because I’m a girl amongst men, sometimes the guys get afraid of offending my virgin ears. So they have private in jokes, or conversations I’m not included in.

And finally the Bro-chick effect, which is the opposite of the Church Mouse…. I hear WAY to much. I’m pretty open minded, but please don’t tell me about your lust and wanting to bang my best friends. That’s like telling a guy you want to bang his sister.

Overall, I DO NOT MIND any of these. I actually enjoy all of them to an extent. I like being a Bro that the boys can hang out with, it makes me feel like I proved myself. But I also like being seen as a good girl, that they can respect as a person with morals. And finally I just like guys thinking I’m hot for breaking a gender barrier.

I’m so happy to have followers now! And I look forward to having more in the near future. ~ <3

I was wondering if there are any stories in particular you guys would like to hear more about? Or how do you guys feel about the longer style of my comics to my short 3 to 4 panel ones?

After a while of being curious I managed to get wind of “The Dungeon.” With some worming on my part I received an invite, so long as I brought a mask and didn’t ask names.
I was more then happy to take part in mask wearing and changing my appearance so that no one knew who I was. I went with more of a peasant look, a baggy shirt and slacks. Other people were far more regal or just had good old fashion leather.
If you hadn’t guessed from the comic it was a BDSM club and I was more then fascinated by the culture I was witnessing around me. I knew this was an extreme case of the culture but I liked it. Even if I was getting stares for being the whimsical new youngster.

I’d been at The Dungeon for a while and started to nose around some more. I’d seen various devices on the wall, and was intrigued by a small steel cage off in a corner.
Being the dork that I am, I crawled inside playing around. When I turned around, there was a masked man standing over the cage grinning down at me.
A pang of nervous energy ran through me, but at the same time a rage of excitement rolled around in my gut. Someone was finally going to have the nerve to talk to me here. 

Happily the man helped me out of my cage. A massive grin hiding under his mask as he spoke to me. He cooed and looked me over twirling me around. But I couldn’t shake his odd use of language calling me handsome and other masculine terms. Finally, he said ‘Young man’ and it registered in my brain what was going on. He thought I was a guy.
With much shock and little to no insult I spoke up saying I was a girl. I felt awkward and readied myself for a major freak out on his part. He just kept walking along waving away the comment muttering ‘details,details.’
Thus began perhaps one of my strangest ‘relationships.’

Yeah, yeah I hear the groans from the cheesy nature of it&#8230; but honestly isn&#8217;t that what Valentines Day is? Cheesy love letters, flowers, candies, and fancy dinners&#8230;With that said I&#8217;ve never had a real Valentines Day. 99.9% of the time I&#8217;m single or if I do have someone they are completely jaded on how to celebrate. Being together for several months requires more then 20 cheesy e-cards that send a variety of mixed signals&#8230; ok boys and girls?

Yeah, yeah I hear the groans from the cheesy nature of it… but honestly isn’t that what Valentines Day is? Cheesy love letters, flowers, candies, and fancy dinners…

With that said I’ve never had a real Valentines Day. 99.9% of the time I’m single or if I do have someone they are completely jaded on how to celebrate. Being together for several months requires more then 20 cheesy e-cards that send a variety of mixed signals… ok boys and girls?

Call me cynical, but you can&#8217;t deny the truth behind this. Maybe a few less kinks, but still! I know there are some people that actually celebrate the holiday in the purest sweetest way possible, but I think it&#8217;s safe to say a good majority of the population knows what I&#8217;m getting at. Gentlemen/Ladies please do not send this to your chosen Valentine unless you know it won&#8217;t offend them. You&#8217;ll just be a douche bag if your both not on the same page. With that said I tried to keep the items tame. I assure you&#8230; worse things could of taken their place.

Call me cynical, but you can’t deny the truth behind this. Maybe a few less kinks, but still!
I know there are some people that actually celebrate the holiday in the purest sweetest way possible, but I think it’s safe to say a good majority of the population knows what I’m getting at.

Gentlemen/Ladies please do not send this to your chosen Valentine unless you know it won’t offend them. You’ll just be a douche bag if your both not on the same page.

With that said I tried to keep the items tame. I assure you… worse things could of taken their place.

The way I met my first boyfriend is the reason I can&#8217;t stand movies like &#8216;The Notebook.&#8217; Stalking isn&#8217;t romantically tragic, it&#8217;s creepy. Though with that said, I guess the The Notebook had it right when the chick fell in love with him in the end. The first time we met I think the most I said was &#8216;Hi&#8217; and had a shared fandom with him. After that he started to follow me every where&#8230; he never spoke, never waved, just sat there watching.  One day my friend noticed him sitting watching us and pointed him out. However, she referred to him as a woman. I pointed out that I thought he was a man (A very feminine one but a man). And very bluntly she calls over to him asking what gender he is.  This was the first time I had a conversation with him. I&#8217;m not sure how or when we became an item. I guess his constant lingering just grew on me and I had some weird mental cave in and dated him for a year.

The way I met my first boyfriend is the reason I can’t stand movies like ‘The Notebook.’ Stalking isn’t romantically tragic, it’s creepy. Though with that said, I guess the The Notebook had it right when the chick fell in love with him in the end.
The first time we met I think the most I said was ‘Hi’ and had a shared fandom with him. After that he started to follow me every where… he never spoke, never waved, just sat there watching.
One day my friend noticed him sitting watching us and pointed him out. However, she referred to him as a woman. I pointed out that I thought he was a man (A very feminine one but a man). And very bluntly she calls over to him asking what gender he is.
This was the first time I had a conversation with him. I’m not sure how or when we became an item. I guess his constant lingering just grew on me and I had some weird mental cave in and dated him for a year.

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