Who wouldn’t want to go see Rick Worley’s Masturbation Fantasies: The Musical? I mean, I know I would.
The joking of the previous two comics aside for a second, I actually do like Patrick Wolf’s songs and I meant this one to be a sincere comment on part of why I like him as an artist. The super crazy hot part about him doesn’t hurt either, though.
The second in the series about my rabbit being in love with Patrick Wolf. This was just a lot of fun to draw. I picked my favorite looks of his from different periods, and just drew him as cute as possible. By the standards of what I consider cute, anyway.
This is gonna be the first in a brief series about my rabbit being in love with Patrick Wolf. There are a lot of reasons for this, and those reasons will hopefully become apparent as the story goes on and this all ties together. It’s gonna be a parallel to some of what’s gonna happen with Rickets and Prester, among other things, but in the meantime I just thought this comic on its own is kind of an amusing rundown of celebrity guys I’ve been into. I’m really not even sure why the rabbit would call Taylor Lautner a slut since I don’t really know anything about Taylor Lautner’s personal life, but it kind of struck me as amusing too, so there it is.
I figured I’d post the cover for my upcoming book collection, out this Fall published by Northwest Press, before jumping back into posting strips which I’ll be doing in the next day or two. Lovely colors by Phil Good. I wanted the cover to be the most cheerful, classy piece of twink bondage imagery I could make it, and I think it’s pretty successful.
Now that it’s all posted, I think I should at least talk about the title. The title’s kind of a semi-elaborate Bob Dylan nerd joke. Dylan’s song Marchin’ to the City is one of those songs he’s great at that feels like he wrote it exactly about you. When I was writing this story, I heard it and knew it was perfect. There are a lot of lyrics in the song with resonance for me, but the chorus is, “Once I had a pretty girl/ she done me wrong/ Now I’m marchin’ to the city/ And the road ain’t long,” which was perfect for Rickets’ story. There are a few meanings for the changes I made from the title of Dylan’s song. I put “The City” in quotation marks as a nod to Dylan, because using a version of this lyric as the title is meant to be done in the spirit of the references Dylan has been fond of recently to older songs, using bits and turns of phrase from older lyrics and writing them and putting them to a different purpose. Dylan’s album “Love and Theft” is full of those kinds of references, and he has the title in quotation marks to acknowledge that even the title itself is actually a quotation from a book, so my quotes are referencing that I’m quoting Dylan’s use of quotes I suppose. The other reason, and the reason I capitalized “The City,” is because, as you might have thought of seeing the last page of the story, “The City” is one of the common nicknames for a particular city, which is San Francisco, where I live.
I thought when I drew the city in the distance on this last page here, the buildings should be generic enough that it could be an image of a universal large city that Rickets is heading off toward, but I felt that I really should have the Transamerica building in there, because I wanted to have the visual rhyme to this comic here . In that other comic, the Boy From Santa Cruz and the bunny have one of their first serious conversations about their relationship, and the conversation takes place in Jack Kerouac Alley. I liked setting that comic there partly because I thought it tied in well to the whole idea of On the Road and all that mythology, and it fit because a theme of those comics is trying to find your place in life, and figure out what it is you want to be doing. That’s what Rickets is doing here, too, and the two stories can be metaphors for each other.
I’m hoping I still struck a balance between the last panel being universal and also particular to my experiences, but I did also end up drawing the hills a bit to look like the rolling country side between Southern and Northern California that I remember from my trip up here. The last panel is also meant to have a nice symmetry to the first panel of the story, as they’re almost the same shot of Rickets’ neighborhood, except there’s been the equivalent of a camera tilt so that instead of looking down into the neighborhood it’s now looking up a little and you can see what was there before, but outside of the panel frame and not visible. So I know that this story seemed kind of dark at some points, but now Rickets is on that road, and hopefully headed out to see all the parts of the world he wasn’t looking at before.
Alright, here we are at the second to last page. I’m gonna post the last page later tonight, and maybe I’ll blog some about the story then or maybe I’ll leave well enough alone for the moment, but either way check back soon because it’ll be posted very shortly :)
Almost there, only two more pages to go! the key thing I was trying to make clear on this page is that Rickets didn’t just destroy certain memories, he destroyed his entire memory chip, so now he kind of has to decide where he goes from there.
I think I’ll hold off on going on about what the images on this page mean, since I like the fact that some of these things can be taken different ways and hopefully have personal meaning for people. I do like that a lot of the things on this page and the next few pages have a nice symmetry to things panels from earlier in the story. I’m gonna post the next new page later tonight or tomorrow, and another new page soon after.
Alright, here it is, the big moment a lot of things in this story have been leading up to. When I first came up with the character of Rickets a few years ago, the idea was to do a robot who was essentially broken. He wasn’t supposed to be dumb or anything, in a lot of the early Rickets strips he was sort of the calm voice of reason, but most people don’t usually react calmly and reasonably to everything, so this was the reason I gave him for it. His essential self is still there, and in the comics I’m writing now with him and Prester he’s rediscovering things, but his history is all gone. The next few pages of Marching to “The City” will show some of the immediate fallout and what exactly him destroying his memory chip means, but there’s more to it and elements from this storyline will hopefully come into play in the future.











