You know, I often bemoan the fact that so much of my work is WAY outside the mainstream. I don’t mean mainstream for this website, or even for furry fandom, or even for comic erotic art in general. But I mean general, every day mainstream. I can’t print a copy of Dungeon Minds and show my family. Definitely can’t show my kids.

And that kinda sucks. I mean, I do have work that I can show, but all my energy these days is going into dirty comics.

But here’s the thing. Dungeon Minds is, so far, the closest I’ve come to being utterly happy drawing comics over a long stretch of time. When I took a break from it for the past month or two I was not very creative and not very happy with myself. I need this daily routine of drawing whatever I want. So I’m not sorry at all that I can and am doing it.

We don’t get to pick and choose what makes us tick. We can channel our energy, we can learn to be disciplined to some degree (more for some, less for others), but we don’t really have a choice about what it is that gives us bliss.

Drawing comics gives me bliss. Drawing unfiltered comics gives me even more bliss. When I create, I have to remove every filter I can find, I have to allow myself to explore freely and without any roadblocks. Right now when I do that I end up with dick, fart, and titty jokes in a dungeon setting. A year from now I might end up doing an autobio or exploring philosophy or something like that. I don’t know.

I’m rambling a bit, sleepy, heading off to bed so I can start another day workin’ for the company and juicing life for whatever little bits of sugar I can get out of it.

I hope some folks like my comics. I draw them for my own enjoyment, but I only post them because I like to share.

Good night, John Boy.