Happy belated Valentines to all, except the Australian government

A heartfelt if extremely late Valentines wishes to you all.

I've been struggling with the new chapter of Crooked Sabre, and working on this picture I've figured out why.  Chapter 4 is about Raul, a young missionary who comes to the land of the Ix seeking converts, but you can guess what happens instead.

My problem is this.  Raul is young, probably late teens early 20s, definately over the age of consent (for what that means in a fantasy medieval world!!) but Australia's censorship laws are so fucked, that if someone viewing it even THINKS he's under 18, it is a criminal offence.

Yes I know, he is a drawing, he doesn't actually have an age...

They've even ruled that small breasts in hetero porn amount to child porn.  So you can see how hard it is to draw a guy who is young and substantially smaller than the other characters (cos they're not human, duh) and not have some censorship fuckwit somewhere decide this is really some kind of child porn.   And even with the best arguments in the world, you aren't going to get a fair trial once you've been charged.  

So yeah, I'm feeling pretty blocked about the next chapter.

Barbarello

Cover for Crooked Sabre Volume 1

I finally have enough pages for a comic sized issue of Crooked Sabre so I thought I should do a cover.  I haven't decided yet whether I am going to print, and that would mean finding a printer who will do adult stuff, but I thought a cover would be a bit of a milestone.

I have yet to design a logo, I have pages of designs but none that I like.  <sigh>

Red v Blue 2

Because you* asked for it, some more of these guys.  Guess I should figure out some names for them.


* Well, a couple of you did.  First time ever so I figured I should oblige.

Red v Blue

Some Feygrimm lads for your inspection.  Sorry I haven't been posting much lately, been at a bit of a low ebb after finishing the CS prologue.  Hopefully a bit of a break, recharge and I'll be back into it.

Crooked Sabre Prologue - 300 dpi Versions

Here are more detailled versions of the prologue pages

Crooked Sabre Prologue

And, my badge design....

Melbourne gets a Yaoi Con!

Check out conSENSUAL.net.au for a new Yaoi themed con in my home town of Melbourne.  Its on 4-6 November. Lots of other events including a pool party (not if Melbourne's weather keeps going this way!) and, um, Mass Twister...

Bent Con 2011

Oh, how I'd love to attend.  If you do find yourself in the vicinity, it looks great, http://bent-con.org/ .

Scones

Lo how capricious the human heart! How weak the foundations of moral fibre!

That night I dreamt of England's mild and pleasant shores, of blues skies and country hedges that do not seek to suck out your blood. I dreamt of Elizabeth, the vicar's daughter and of afternoon tea on the Downs. She poured cream upon my scones but then the phantasmagoria changed complexion. The cream jug grew long and possessed of an elegant curve. Somehow the jug became part of my body. Then I felt the chin whiskers upon my scrotum and I realised that cheeky fellow had stolen upon me in my sleep once again.

From Professor Mancheeks' Alamanac of the Astonishing.

Dr Yan and Companion

"He never let me forget the precarious circumstances of our first meeting. I had misheard the introduction as “Dr Jan and his manservant” and had presumed that the Swede was the gentleman of letters and the oriental his man. His sneer could be measured on the metric scale.

How they arrived on Venus' shores I did not know but the pair had done their level best to thwart my ambitions ever since.

If the Swede did indeed have a name, perhaps it was only one that the doctor whispered to him in the dead of night."

From Professor Mancheeks' Alamanac of the Amazing

Professor Hugo Mancheeks

"I tire of this diabolical world. It's oppressive humidity weighs heavily upon one's morale. But it is a chap's wardrobe that suffers the most iniquity. Only the silk of my tie resists the acrid mists and rotting heat. Even the stalwart tweed yielded in the end, suffering torments of weather and the deprecations of wild beasts. Not to mention a certain fellow who delights in purloining my clothing when I bathe. If a fellow cannot preserve his modesty he can at least bolster his dignity with thoughts of the scientific progress being made here with the assistance of my calculation engine. I will forward some cylinders of native customs to the Royal Society's exotic nudity committee."

From Professor Mancheeks Almanac of the Impossible.