I’ve been working a little on a “who’s who” of the various folks who appear in the Tales, and the idea for this piece featuring Vincent occurred to me. It rips off the background from that famous painter whose surname everyone outside the Netherlands mispronounces. (Both “go” and “goff” are wrong.) I am not a…

I haven’t been posting things the past few weeks, because the on-fire state of the world has been stressful, and the state of my life has been… no great crisis (for me), just depressing. Anyway, this is a “crossover” of sorts. Off and on for years, my friend Jimmie Robinson has produced a series of…

Tantalus was a character in Greek mythology, who sinned against the Olympians. His greatest offense was to test their omniscience by tricking them into eating his own son by cutting him up and adding him to a stew. For this, he was condemned to spend eternity standing in a pool of water, with a fruit-bearing…

This Tale is a years-later follow-up to “Party Boy”, and maybe I should have re-posted it directly after that. (I didn’t get around to drawing it until a number of years after “Boy”.)

This one is partly an Art History meta reference. “Fountain” is the name of a piece by Dada artist Marcel Duchamp, who was “taking the piss” (as the British say) about the whole idea of ART. He parodied the tradition of public sculptural fountains by taking a discarded urinal, putting on its side, and calling…

This brief tale is a guest piece by my collaborator, fuck buddy, and former housemate Zlatan Marić, inspired by an all-night drive across the state.

It occurs to me that this Tale depends a bit on familiarity with some of the other Tales involving “Sir” to fully understand. That’s a hazard of the format here, I suppose. He can most charitably described as an abusive control freak, and this is probably one of the milder examples of that.

Jason gets drunk at a house party, and hits on a guy who turns out to be… not quite what he thought.

You meet some interesting people in the queer community.

The beginning of a great personal and working relationship.

I don’t officially have work experience as a waiter.

Yes, there was a time in my youth when I cut my hair super-short. It didn’t last very long, and this was kinda the aftermath of that situation all going… bad.