Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
A series of obvious puns, this one
has been on file in my head for months now. What kept me from drawing it for
so long, aside from my legendary laziness, was my uncertainty about Goth fashions.
But this last week I was visited by my old college friend Phil, who has infiltrated
many a subculture, from punks to goths to candy ravers, and while he was staying
with me he purchased an issue of Propaganda, a fashion magazine for
Goth kids which I used as a reference. Except, of course, that I made the
kids in the drawing look more like pathetic misfit high school kids than the
androgynous pouty-lipped models in the magazine, who look out at you as if
to say, "Do I shock you? Or arouse you? Sniff my little bunghole,"
and made me want to punch them in the face.
The Hons are drawn from live models observed on a scouting trip to Fort Avenue.
Man, those South Baltimore girls--they dress to arouse not only illicit but
illegal thoughts in the male passer-by, but then around age fifteen
they start getting pregnant, and by the time they've reached the age of consent
they're already obese neighborhood matriarchs.
The "Vandals" are drawn
with less anthropologically accurate detail because spray-painted tagging
is associated with hip-hop culture, and because of the racial segregation
of Baltimore and my own relatively sheltered life I don't know any urban black
kids who'd be at ease letting me use them as models. So they'll just have
to find immortality through their tags.