Lipstick

I've wanted to write something on the topic of lipstick for a very long time. A few days ago I decided it was time to do so, and it was time to draw something about it. Combine that with my love for handheld, kissing, gentle but inexorable advances, and this is the result. Lipstick

The Real Toy

This has been an idea I've had for a long time, and it's not a new concept. It's mutated slightly throughout the years, but the fundamentals stay the same. Woman wants a relationship, woman wants a toy. But which one is which? And what if one knows about the other, but not the way around?... Continue Reading →

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

This is the first time in many years I've written an entry to celebrate this day... except I'm not writing this today. I wrote it tomorrow, and I'm posting it yesterday, but who will know? No one cared. I'm also not entirely happy with my drawing: the proportions are not what I wanted... who knows... Continue Reading →

Dancing Shoes

Oh and the shit, shock, horror You've seen your future bride Yeah, but it's oh so absurd For you to say the first word so you're waiting and waiting and — Arctic Monkeys I'm writing this right now. Right now, as you look at the screen. I don't know how long it's going to be,... Continue Reading →

Test of Loyalty

I have a very poor record when it comes to collaborations. A terrible record. It takes me forever to complete my end of the deal, and more often than not, I become stuck. I'm excellent at coming up with excuses for my failure to deliver work as agreed. I even believe those reasons. I'm endeavoring... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

Fitbitty I'd been thinking about getting a Fitbit for a while, and yesterday I finally got one. It's uncomfortable. I never liked wearing a wristwatch because no matter the material, I always ended up tugging at it, taking it off and placing it in my pocket. Now I have to keep this on at all... Continue Reading →

Aftercare

The floor is warm. My foot is warmer, not only from the heat I create, but from what you've given me. Your body was made of two hundred and six bones, strong, shapely, framing your beautiful form; it was made of organs, of blood, of constant activity, of life. I pressed my foot down on... Continue Reading →

In My Pocket

Did you ever have the feeling there's a tiny in your heinie? ...or a fellow tucked in your elbow? ...or a guy asleep on your thigh? Sometimes I feel quite certain there's a squirt up in my skirt. Sometimes I have the feeling there's a dude hiding in my food. [This is not as easy... Continue Reading →

Bus Stop

"Do we have to take the bus?" "Yes, we do." "Why don't we just text for a car?" "We talked about this, Jebediah. I only have a couple of contracts left for the entire year, and we have to pinch pennies until your shrinking treatment is over." "I'm afraid." "I'll keep you safe." "But what... Continue Reading →

A Meaningful Life

Here comes that giant hand!Mina had saved money for a long time, and done without things her friends took for granted. She stopped eating out, styled her hair herself, and finally started buying her clothes at the local Goodwill. When she finally had enough money to order her own tiny man, the very moment the... Continue Reading →

Friday He’s My Toy

Yesterday I tweeted one of my #Inktober18 images, and a conversation about remaking a song by The Cure ensued... and here it is. It's just a fun change of lyrics. I don't care if he turns blueOr turns gray next to my shoeHe'd scream if he really knewIt's Friday he's my toy Made so small he’d... Continue Reading →

Inktober – 5

Well, the year is almost over, so no time like the present to wrap up the last of my Inktober-prompt drawings. "Drain" is based on one of my favorite books, and I bet no one can guess what the title is. 🙂 In my version, a tiny man is steering the paper boat (which is... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

Hello there. Just a rambling update from up here. During Freaky Monday (or whatever it was—I don't observe Black Friday anymore), I purchased Clip Studio Paint, and I'm dealing with that learning curve. My pen is not acting like I can apply pressure on it, and it pisses me off because I want that Manga-style tool,... Continue Reading →

Buried Alive

One of the best stories I ever read when I was a child was Edgar Allan Poe's "The Premature Burial." I can't imagine a more horrifying death than the process of finding oneself entombed without recourse, only to run out of air while uncomfortably restricted of movement. So why should it be that I desire... Continue Reading →

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