Comics. Pleasure And Pain..
Can't believe I haven't been adding anything to this danged blog. But at least now I have a subject to get offa my chest. Next month The New York Comic Con is in town. Normally I'd be very excited to go see a comic convention but these days my reaction is very different.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a comic book artist. Ever since I was a little kid I would draw dozens of stories featuring various original characters that I created. Hell, one year I actually hooked up with a group of people calling themselves Beatnik Productions and we actually had several published titles. We went to a comic convention in Philadelphia and for once I was at a table critiquing the artwork of youngsters and hobnobbing with my childhood legends. My art was to appear in an anthology entitled "The Book Of Sevens" but it never happened. Beatnik broke up shortly after a disastrous decision by the company's founders. To say I was disappointed would have been an understatement.
Since that time I have drawn very few comics. Much of my work today centers on the bondage theme. Drawing bound and gagged women. On one level, it makes me very happy. On another level it's not making me much money or recognition. I doubt very seriously if I would ever be able to attend Comic Con as a producer. Who would want to talk to a guy who specializes in drawing tied up ladies? I realize that I'm as unknown in the comics field as I am in the field of bondage producers.