Oy vey, it has been so long since I posted anything. I am hard at work getting my graphic novel in shape to send out to publishers by August 2007. So there may not be much new over the summer. Though you never know–I am getting a Graphire tablet soon… Thanks for checking in.
Love,
Sarah
I’m not sure why, but lately I have been obsessing over finding a snappy label for the particular subculture of dykes that I joined when I came out. If I’d been born in another era, I could have been a monocle-wearing mannish lesbian in 1920s Paris, or a high femme with a hard-living butch lover in 1950s America. Or even a radical lesbian separatist clearing land for a commune in the 1970s. But instead, I came out in 1993 in Vancouver. Nothing against the time or the place or the people–it’s just that I find it hard to describe my particular scene in a few potent words.
Last December my generous, queer-positive Dad offered to take my girlfriend and me on a tropical holiday for spring break. Of course we said yes–we’d had a crappy, rainy fall and we couldn’t afford to pay for a trip like that ourselves. More…
We drove up to the top of Haleakala, a volcano, where the tourists were odd. Mr Black Socks at the bottom was at the lookout over Hookipa.
On our last day we went to ritzy Kaanapali.
There were a lot of bikers around Kihei, where we stayed. They mingled peacefully with the old people and babies on the beach.
These are super rough sketches I did on the beach in Maui in March.
This is me in my snorkel gear.
This is my dad, who treated us to the trip. He is wearing zinc cream on his nose. This is called “gooky” in our family–all sunscreen or suntan lotion (in the old days of ozone) is called gooky.
At our favourite beach, Ulua, we saw a little girl who wanted to go back to New York and an old lady who was having the time of her life.
I’ve always suspected that the Vagina Monologues would piss me off. But when a local women’s centre put on the Monologues as a fundraiser, I decided I should go and see if my suspicions were justified. Sure enough, supporting a good cause turned out to be pretty much the only enjoyable aspect of my theatre experience…. Vulva refers to the external genitalia-the labia, the clitoris, the vaginal introitus, and to things like the fourchette, fossa and frenulum, which I confess I didn’t even know about before researching this column. So you’d think Ensler might have used that v-word instead. More…
I had so much time to draw this morning! Thank you, Yellow Cab.
This morning while I waited for a taxi I started drawing this elephanty creature…
This is how it looked when it was young (sorry about the cut up scrap paper):
Jokes and the Unconscious dazzled me from the very first page. This brilliant graphic novel by performance poet Daphne Gottlieb and artist Diane DiMassa blazes through death and sex with compassion, honesty and a perfectly sick sense of humour. Oh, and did I mention it’s hot, too?More…