“Stick figures? On a blog? Listen kid, Stick figures went out
with silent movies.”
with silent movies.”
“These so-called ‘Sticks’ are merely the ravings of a mind polluted with
liberal, democratic nonsense.”
liberal, democratic nonsense.”
“This blog of yours is destined to go the way of the dodo. And pogs.”
“Won’t someone think of the children?”
Those are just a few of the comments no one made two years ago today when I began this blog. But I didn’t let those few imaginary naysayers kill my dream of producing a blog—one with an almost embarrassingly exclusive readership—that featured Stick figures occasionally having sex. Oh there were ups and downs. Lost erasers, dried-out markers—sex when absolutely nothing hilarious happened. But I got back up, purchased new erasers, borrowed (but mostly stole) felt-tipped pens, had sex over and over again until something amusing, embarrassing, or otherwise noteworthy occurred. And my persistence paid off. (Just not literally.)
Thanks to you my small, addled following. And any new readers I might pick up (again, not literally) along the way.
2 comments:
OMG I love the stick figures.
I get depressed or miffed if there isn't a stick figure for a while. lol
Too cute and too funny not to last!
It's often times the most original and interesting blog content in the sex blog-o-sphere.
When a new one is there, I don't know whether to go for it first (dive straight for it) or save the best for last!
You know what they say?
If it feels good, keep doing it! lol
So... please keep doing the stick figures
Holy smokes, are you still doing this thing? Who knew?
Congratulations to the cutest stick artist outside kindergarten. Don't you ever learn to draw necks.
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