The Thanksgiving one hit hard. When I was in high school, a boy I had a serious crush on was giving me a ride home after a (very tame, at a teacher’s house) party. Before we got to my place, he looked at me and something like “did you ever feel like you wish something would happen?” and I clammed up just like the character in your strip. So nothing did happen. Almost 40 years later and I still get discombobulated just thinking about that missed opportunity.
💔We never forget those missed opportunities, do we? When I was 24 I was working at The Wall record store and this beautiful guy in a leather jacket came in and made a purchase. It must've been some showtune CD, because in our brief conversation I said that I always confused Bernadette Peters and Madeline Kahn. Later that shift, I answered the store phone and the voice on the other end said, 'Is this the guy that confuses Bernadette Peters and Madeline Kahn?' and asked if I wanted to go out on a date. I had just that week started dating someone so I turned him down. Well, that relationship went on for a few years, turned out to be horrible, and sent my life in a bad direction. I always wonder how things would have gone differently if I had said yes. 😣
You're a much funnier cartoonist than Alison Bechdel, creator of "Dykes to Watch Out For." Her slices of lesbian life never ended with a laugh-out-loud joke like yours do.
Other observations:
You cried when you were forced to join the Little League. I cried when I was forced to participate in relay races. Femme gay men and uncoordinated lesbians have some things in common.
Hate Book is really just the internet, but it's a genius idea. Go for it. As an incentive to join, every new subscriber receives an openly gay PEZ dispenser.
The Thanksgiving one hit hard. When I was in high school, a boy I had a serious crush on was giving me a ride home after a (very tame, at a teacher’s house) party. Before we got to my place, he looked at me and something like “did you ever feel like you wish something would happen?” and I clammed up just like the character in your strip. So nothing did happen. Almost 40 years later and I still get discombobulated just thinking about that missed opportunity.
💔We never forget those missed opportunities, do we? When I was 24 I was working at The Wall record store and this beautiful guy in a leather jacket came in and made a purchase. It must've been some showtune CD, because in our brief conversation I said that I always confused Bernadette Peters and Madeline Kahn. Later that shift, I answered the store phone and the voice on the other end said, 'Is this the guy that confuses Bernadette Peters and Madeline Kahn?' and asked if I wanted to go out on a date. I had just that week started dating someone so I turned him down. Well, that relationship went on for a few years, turned out to be horrible, and sent my life in a bad direction. I always wonder how things would have gone differently if I had said yes. 😣
Love you, Gary.
You're a much funnier cartoonist than Alison Bechdel, creator of "Dykes to Watch Out For." Her slices of lesbian life never ended with a laugh-out-loud joke like yours do.
Other observations:
You cried when you were forced to join the Little League. I cried when I was forced to participate in relay races. Femme gay men and uncoordinated lesbians have some things in common.
Hate Book is really just the internet, but it's a genius idea. Go for it. As an incentive to join, every new subscriber receives an openly gay PEZ dispenser.
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High praise! Thank you so much!