Hi everyone!

Do you like supporting non-profits? Do you care about early childhood education? Do you not care about either of those things but want some Sad and Gay baubles?

On November 5, my husband Reynaldi is running the TCS NYC Marathon on behalf of Sesame Workshop, the non-profit who creates Sesame Street and spearheads various global education and social impact programs. He’s pledged to raise at least $2,500 and wants your help! Why? Well, despite what you may have heard, Sesame Street is not owned by HBO or PBS. It’s an independent non-profit which relies a lot on contributions.

If you decide to donate, there are various incentives:

$10 – One Sad and Gay decorative fridge magnet, featuring Lee, Di, Dog, or faceplanted Lee with logo!

$25 – All four aforementioned magnets!

$50 – Magnets AND the official Sesame Workshop 50^th Anniversary book!

$100 – Magnets AND the book AND a box of holiday cookies from Reynaldi!

You can see more information here and donate. Any amount helps!

Team Sesame – Team Sesame at the 2023 TCS New York City Marathon (sesameworkshop.org)

Note: Character magnets aren’t very strong. Dog will not be holding anything up.

Hi, friends! Thanks so much for all your kind words over the past few weeks. I’m glad to know you all feel so seen and attacked. I want to talk a bit about why I decided to do this comic, and where I hope it will go.

Five years ago, I imploded. A panic attack laced with suicidal ideation put me into the hospital for a stay of roughly two weeks. I ended up depressed, agoraphobic, unemployed, and in kind of a bad mood. Thankfully, I’m white, middle class, and have a husband with health insurance, so I spent those five years slowly, painfully crawling my way back to some approximation of functional.

I’m still not there yet, not fully. But I am leaps and bounds better than I was when I imploded. So I decided to do the rational thing and exploit my suffering to make a webcomic about funny animals. It took a while to get going, as all my creativity and focus was obliterated when I imploded. But hey, I’m at about half capacity now, so I might as well, right? What else am I gonna do? Not make a comic?

Anyway, here’s the comic. It’s about being sad. And gay. Our hero, Lee the talking cat, is basically me from five years ago. But I don’t want him to stay there. I want him to work on himself, slowly, painfully, hilariously clawing his way up to where I am now. And then work even harder, and get himself to a level of functionality and happiness that makes me destroy the comic in a fit of jealousy. Hopefully I have a Patreon by then.

That’s all. Enjoy!