A couple unpacked boxes of random comics and magazines for which I’ve drawn have been sitting around my apartment since I moved into it in 2004. The explicit indie gay comics, the courtly queer rodeo magazine for which I did a short-lived serial, and a very mainstream, conservative Nashville Opry magazine carrying my illos of George Jones –all sitting cheek by jowl in a sort of weird Darwinian cuddle. What happens when I move them to a new place next month? Are they dying to secede from each other, or did they all learn to just get along?
