A sketch response to Jesska MPNG's most recent, and most brutal, comic strip. Will remove/destroy if thereโs any upset over character use permission.
Lots going on here. I want to have the ability to help others. To come round with a pizza and just relax indoors and not have to worry about the outside World and all its opinions. I don't think I'm able to face the true scale of my own dysphoria, all I can do is pick at the bits I'm able to, and I know it'll never be enough. Sometimes the dysphoria is eating away inside me, and sometimes it is an enormous rampaging beast that gathers energy and wicked eminence from the environment of misunderstanding and hatred I create just by existing within it. But I think I can turn negativity into positivity; we all go through different things and deal with those things in different ways, and I feel like my curse can be my gift. My curse of being so ugly, unattractive, and disgusting, can be my gift to those that need reassurance that even when all hope is gone for someone, it is possible to still continue, and while I continue, I will hold out all the hope anyone needs, if they want it. Just can't do pizza yet because I've run out of money.