This is why I hate the "born in the wrong generation" cranks. Imagine not being at the right time and place to experience this.
This is not a bit. No irony here. High art. Beautiful. Elevated by both the wild context behind why it exists and the fact that it's deeply moving even without.
I do not know why a four page comic about a dog that is a sink makes me feel like I am falling through the world, but it does. I wound up rambling about this on a server, about media that makes me feel this way. In particular, I was talking about how Post-Op Androgyne (PWYW, very worth it) describes how What Right Have I views transition in a way that Hold My Name does not. And then I was thinking about compulsions versus chosen actions and the ecstasy of identity and the intersection of intentionality and the numinous, and then I was just completely lost.
I do not know why a four page comic about a dog that is a sink makes me feel like I am falling through the world, but it does, and that is where art lies.
