Sometimes I think back to when I thought I was a conservative and remember how odd it felt to observe that every single artist and thinker I respected was a liberal. How did I hold tight to one side of the fence while every part of the world that excited and inspired me was firmly on the other? I guess that’s the kind of cognitive dissonance that results from having someone else’s nature stretched down over yours no matter how badly it fits. No wonder most teenagers are miserable.
So I went to Comic Con this year, and it was fucking amazing. :D
Me as Poison Ivy, squirrel-friends as Catwoman and Harley Quinn (Arkham Asylum version).
