I had a childhood friend who always invited me over to his super-cool house after school. I mean, this kid had a train set that took up an entire room of the basement, and when you played hide-and-seek, you could be lost for hours at a time, it was that cool. And then, one fateful day, he walked up to me sadly after school, looking like someone kicked his puppy (if he had one) and said, “my mom says I can’t invite you over anymore until you have me over to your house first.”
My exact words were:
And then I walked away. No words, no explanation, no more friendship.
It wasn’t even that I was ashamed of our house or that my parents wouldn’t allow it, I just didn’t want to be friends with him, I was friends with his awesome house, and I realized it then and there.
I’m sorry, Ryan.
Your house was nice.
An upcoming ChaosLife comic is going to address the whole “agender” thing (for clarification, my sex is female, my gender is agendered) and what it means to me, but as always, with a broad issue like that, we like feedback! Either through this, or if you’re shy, Anonymous Asks are turned on, too. It’s okay if your knee-jerk reaction is to be an asshole about it, I have a thick skin and it’s going to be comedy, anyway! Just as a note, any questions might end up screen-shotted into the comic! So… Any particular questions/situations you would like to see addressed?
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Tried doing my hair Elizabethan-cum-grunge today. Still undecided. Bonus picture of Konstantin because he looks better than everyone in this house and he knows it.
It’s family photo day! Sometimes, I get jealous of all the awesome things K can do with her hair and contemplate having long hair. Then I accept that she just wears it infinitely better and I can sometimes put her hair over my face and say, “I’m a pretty, pretty girl! Oooh, pretty!”
I need short hair. I’m too irresponsible.
