This week’s new Dustinland comic is quite cheeky. It’s about dads — well, one dad: me — making naughty little double entendres around the house since my little one is too young to understand them. Totally immature, but you do have to find ways to entertain yourself in this domestic life.
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I gotta say, when Louis CK was implicated as a moltesty perv, it was really depressing. Can we have no heroes? I mean, Freud said we’re all screwed up over sex, but can’t these dudes be silently or privately screwed up like everyone else and not take it out on innocent people (I was going to say women but there’s Kevin Spacey)? Well anyway, that’s the subject of this week’s Dustinland comic. And like I say in the comic, it’s crazy, but right now every guy in America is walking around, wondering if they ever did something they shouldn’t have. And that’s a good thing, because I can only assume it will lead to less creepy activities in the future.
In lighter news, I was playing a game with my friends where we tried to figure out who would be the person least likely to be outed as a molester. My buddy said Tom Hanks and I don’t think I could beat that. Another friend said Dave Grohl, which is pretty good too, although as a rock star, I think he comes in second after Hanks. How about Viggo Mortensen? He seems like a nice guy. Have you ever seen him in a nordic sweater? Innocent, I say. Oh… wait… I got it: Stevie Wonder.
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This week’s Dustinland is based on a true story as told to me by a friend of mine. Obviously the last panel isn’t true but the rest is. Fun times. It makes me wonder how many wild swingers there really are out there, secretly humping their next door neighbors. A whiles back I drew an epic comic about the same topic from my own personal experiences. It was called Partners and it’s a good read. I wish I could create those kind of extra length strips more often but I barely have the time to draw one page a week, as you can see.
Anyway, enjoy your swingers.
I had all these other ideas in mind for this week’s comic until the other night, I was leaving work late and saw these scantily clad chicks on their way out for the night. It was in the 20s and these chicks both had bare legs and were clearly freezing. It just seems so silly. I was wearing full winter gear and a scarf wrapped around my face — I basically looked like either a ninja or a terrorist. Meanwhile these girls were about to hit up a Slip ‘N Slide. I just don’t get it.
Guys, sure, if you told us we could get laid, we’d wear thongs in Antarctica. But we’re desperate. You’re the deciders. No need to get frostbite just for us.
Meh. Who knows.
This week’s Dustinland comic is not really based on my wife, because she’s pretty good about these kinds of things. But she does have the occasional moment of unsure what should I wear panic. The girl in the strip is really a combination of women I have dated and stories I’ve heard from other people. And yes, it’s a bit of a cliché, I know, haha, what is this a sitcom? But really, clichés exist for a reason, and that’s all I’ll say about that before I have to flee to Mexico again.
This has got to be the least sexy comic about boobs ever. Although I bet somehow, someone gets turned on by this. Hey, whatever floats your boat.
Really though, I was explaining some of this to a single friend of mine recently, and he was in shock. He imagined it as being the most frustrating thing ever—giant perfect boobs that are mostly not for the touching. But, you know, babies change everything in that arena, at least in the earlier stages. So it’s not quite that bad. But it is kind of annoying to see this little person come along and steal your boobs away.
By the way, I would also like to say that in the grand scheme of things, us men can’t really complain about anything related to pregnancy and babies, since we pretty much do nothing the entire time. Just wanted to put that out there before some angry mom flames me.
Oh wait — one more thing. Yes, I hate stick figures in comics. So why stick figures in this one? Well, for one, I think it can be argued that these are not stick figures. But regardless, I wanted to draw a comic about boobs that was PC enough for most people to be able to read it wherever they are. I also wanted to rid the comic of the added element of sex that pops up whenever a boob is drawn in even the slightest realistic manner. So tahdah: stick figures with boobs. Good times.
I was recently out in the city and was noticing the interactions of some young single whippersnappers and it inspired me to draw this comic. Not because I am some super pimp dating guru, but simply because I remember when I was young and single and stupid, chasing after girls and not understanding why things weren’t working out. For most dudes, it takes a while to have that realization that you have to be more than just a “nice guy.” Of course, this is only part of the puzzle, because like I show in the comic, the reaction to this realization can result in major asshole-itude. It’s subtle. It’s something that can’t be told to you. It’s something that comes with age — hopefully. So as fun as it is to imagine what if some future me could have traveled back in time and dropped all this knowledge on younger me, there’s a good chance it wouldn’t have made one bit of difference.
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Tagged dating, love, sex