I haven't been making many comics about current events lately. I am ashamed by it, like I'm not doing enough about all these horrors. There's the fact that it's all just been too much, of course. But I've also been quite d*pressed over the apparent impossibility of ever making a living from art.
Social media platforms show my work to millions of people every day without giving me a penny, yet whenever I try to casually mention where people can support or subscribe to my work, algorithms completely destroy my reach. I feel used and disposable.
It's Pride month and I wish it still brought joy to my heart. All it does these days is worry about how I'll keep feeding my family and pay the bills at the same time. I keep asking myself if it's worth continuing. I want to believe it is. Then I look at my inbox filled with death threats (two of them just today). Over the past few days, with so many of my comics going viral, I have received about 15k comments, most of them transphobic slurs, suic*de baiting and miscellaneous threats. It's normal for me. That's just how it is.
I'm so tired, you have no idea.
