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Sleepless night
Last night when I was alone at Comic Art School, WordPress.com suddenly just shut me out.
It was tough to handle for a while, I tried four different computers, all with the same frustrating result. I then went back in to my studio, ate some chocolate and drew this, which made everything better.
Translation: Kl 02.49. New tab. dirt/filth/porn.
This weekend I’m gonna avoid going outside. I need sunshine and flowers and rainbows right now, and if the outside world can’t provide me with that… well, then I’m burying my nose in a good book instead.
Changes
When your comic is being published in Rocky magazine (!!!) you can’t just go with the version you made half a year ago. It needs to be updated and polished. Of course.
The text is still the same, but I’ve redrawn a couple of the pics (correction: I redrew all of them…).
this is page 2, old version:
And this is the updated version:
I was totally lazy with the backgrounds on the previous version. This is better. And also, the look of the man is better now… ggrrrraowww!
Later dudes!
Last two pages of the Oral comic
Obviously the backgrounds aren’t finished yet… that’s because I’ve had other stuff to focus on today. I’ll upload a vid when I get home with an update on what’s kept my mind busy (oh joy!),
but I figured I should give y’all a little treat right away anywayzzz,
so heeere are the last two pages of the Oral-comic:
Translation:
That I realized he wont give me what I want.
Which is cock. In my mouth. Hard cock in my mouth.
And then… Cum. Warm cum in rivulets over my tounge.
Oohhh… This oral need! Fuck!
ArGH! The cock! Want Fuck Fuck Shit! Cock!
Men… Why? Why is he teasing me?
(Yes, I do jump between pages when I ink. That’s why the last page look more finished than the second last page (second last page? whaaat? ‘s that correct? asch, what ever, you know what I mean.))
Nah nah… I know… He’s like me. A hopeless fuckin’ bastard.
But I’d still… (I need an equivalent expression for the swedish “inte banga” here.)
Come what may…
And if you’re thinking: “Hey, wasn’t she using her right hand on the earlier pages”, well then you are aaabsolutely correct. She’s ambidextrous. (do take note of the blog post category “Left hand magic” if you will.)
And if you’re thinking: “Hey, Frida did a really crappy job scanning this”, well then you’re right too. I don’t have time to fix it now though. Sorry. Life is moving too fast. Angouleme! It’s in a week or something. I haven’t bought the train ticket yet. Haven’t done that “accreditation”-thingie either.
But I just feel so… not worried. Not at all.
I know life will take me where ever I need to go.
And what I need to do, I will do.
Simple as that.
I just have to remember to breathe.
breathe.
in this moment.
right now.
this.
moment.
chiiill Frida.
Just chill. Have patience.
Good things will keeeeep on coming.
In abundance. (drifting away… smiling.)
Not suitable for children. or my mother!
This is a 7 page comic that I would like to bring to Angoulême. But it’s not finished yet. There’re still a lot of backgrounds left to draw and I wanna add a new ending (or an epilogue) too, since this story isn’t accurate anymore. I haven’t figured out all the panels for the last two pages, so I’m only giving you five to read now.
Is this too much? Am I being too uninhibited?
Somehow it doesn’t feel too intimate since it’s just a little comic figure doing all the talking, while I’m sitting safe and sound in the privacy of my studio drawing my little doodles night ‘n day…
Here goes anyway, suggested for mature readers and all that:
Min Stockholmsdagbok 
