Cards for Cancer 2019

I’m excited to launch Cards for Cancer 2019 with a new set of holiday cards.

Each pack comes with 2 copies of each design totalling at 10 cards per pack. These five designs were lovingly created by yours truly and I’m so proud of them and happy to know they’ll be used to give to your loved ones this holiday season.

10% of the total profits of each card sale will be donated to the Christie Charity hospital in Manchester.

The cards are printed at 350gsm on high quality cardstock in full colour from my local printers. They are blank inside, and on the back will show a short message saying a percentage of the profit of this card goes to the Christie Charity, and a link to this website with more information about Cards for Cancer and the Christie Charity.

These cards are being sold at presale only, from now until the 30th November. They will be printed and shipped in the first few days of December, so you will receive them by the beginning of the second week of December depending on location. After the 30th November these will no longer be on sale so if you want to grab these cards please do so ASAP!

Learn more about the Cards for Cancer project
Learn more about the Christie Charity

Hello, yes, I am racist.

Note: This was originally gonna be a Facebook post but it got LONG and also maybe more people need to see it, so if you see phrases like “people on my friends list” etc, that’s why.

Hi, to my fellow white people, hello hi. I need to address a thing, because I’ve seen several conversations recently where other white people responded in a particular way and that wasn’t cool. It’s easier to address all white people on my friends list, because 1. It’s a thing white people have a habit of doing, and I wanna make you aware that it isn’t cool just in case you didn’t know, and 2. The people of colour I know and are friends with don’t do this, on account of them not being white. This is an exclusively white people thing.

Also, this *might* be a challenging topic and you might feel personally attacked by it. Please, please, please, if you feel this way – Sit on that emotion for a moment and continue listening, think about the possibility that this is the case, and take this as a *learning opportunity*. If you’re feeling attacked or upset by it, please take it as a chance to better yourself – this is how it is intended. I’m not saying I am the white, racist-free guru you should all listen to because that’s far from the truth, but listen anyway because that’s important.

The first thing I want to say is: I am racist. I have said and done so many stupid things against people of colour, completely unintentionally. I say I am racist, not because I hate black people or think POC are less than me, but because, as a white person, I am unaware of the experiences and struggles that POC face on a daily basis. I don’t know whether or not my words or actions hurt POC. I try my best, but I am undoubtably going to fuck up – I’m probably fucking up in this post. A few years ago, I would have done anything to avoid being labelled as racist – including doing and saying some almost certainly racist things – because the label of “racist” was worse to me than the actual actions of racism. As such, if I was called out on my behaviour, I would get defensive, I would argue, I would be extremely offended that I was being *called* racist. Even when (or even *especially* when) it was POC calling me out.

So when I say I am racist now, I say so because it helps me look at my actions and behaviour through a potentially racist lens. If I get called out, it helps me see whether or not I actually was in the wrong. It means I’m actively trying to stop being racist, instead of avoiding being *labled* as racist.

This is what I mean when I say “all white people are racist”. Because while we might not be actively trying to discriminate against POC, we fuck up, and it’s extremely important for us to challenge that behaviour, instead of challenging the possibility that the behaviour was racist.

The next point is actually my main point, which made me start writing this. Something I have noticed on several different discussions about racism over the last few days, is the response of white people who want to be allies to POC, saying things like “I’ve tried to be an ally but it’s just so hard”, “I tried to speak up for POC but POC shouted me down and told me to shut up”, “I’ve experienced discrimination because of my skin tone from POC.” or something along those lines. Basically, complaining about how hard it is to be an ally, sometimes even saying it’s exhausting, it’s putting them off wanting to be an ally at all.

The frustrating thing about being an ally, and the thing that makes being an ally hard, is that there are often so few white people joining in the discussion about racism as allies. The majority of white people I see in Facebook arguments about racism are saying shit that isn’t helpful to POC. We play devils advocate, we point out technicalities in the language used by POC, we complain about “reverse racism”, or bring up bullshit statistics that don’t reflect reality or ignore the systematic racism behind them. But I see so many people complaining about how it’s hard to be an ally because POC get frustrated and angry. That’s not something to complain about – that’s something to be expected. Of course POC are going to be frustrated and angry and upset, because POC struggle through racism every single day.

Something else I see people talk about is this idea that there is no “right way” to be an ally, that there is somehow no rules to being an ally, and even if you do all the “right things”, you’re still gonna get “harassed” by POC.

Here is a non-exhaustive list on how to actually be an ally:

You shut up, and you listen when POC are talking. You make space for POC, you step back when the platform can be better said by POC. You call out fellow white people when they say racist shit. You accept that being white means you’re more likely to say and do shit that is racist, even unintentionally.

You do not get to complain about how hard being an ally is, and you especially don’t get to complain about that in POC spaces, or in spaces where the discussion is specifically about racism. Like, maybe it’s hard and frustrating to be an ally because of the things I listed above – but it’s a bruise compared to someone else bleeding. A bruise doesn’t need immediate medical attention, but bleeding DOES, so the bruised person sucks it up and helps the bleeding person. And it’s not the POC doing the bruising. If a person of colour lashes out at a white person, it’s not literally because you’re a terrible person, it’s because gee, for some reason, they’re frustrated and angry at, you know, the constant racist bullshit they have to put up with every damned day.

This is not going to get better by white people deciding to stop being an ally because of how hard it is, and it’s not going to get better by white people complaining about how hard it is. It’s going to get better when more and more white people LISTEN to POC, and challenge racism wherever it rears its ugly head, and fight against systematic racism whenever they can. We need MORE white people, and anyone who steps back “because it’s hard” is going to make the situation worse.

I’m not saying that this is the definitive answer on racism, I’m certainly not an expert, but please before you leave an angry comment about how you are definitely not racist and how dare I insinuate that you are, please really think about why you need to tell me that. Why does it matter that I’m calling you racist, when it’s your *actions* that define your racism, not some nobody illustrator on the internet? If you’re really passionately angry about being called racist, please please reflect on what that means to you, and how you can best avoid being racist in the future – because actual racist action is 100x worse than the label of being a racist.

PS Feel free to share and comment and all that jazz, and let me know if / where I’ve fucked up if I have (I almost certainly have).

The Net Tightens – an original song

I’m proud and excited and nervous to share with you my first recorded single, The Net Tightens. It’s a song about remembering friends and loved ones that have passed away. I wrote recently about the passing of my friend Riley, who was a friend within the Amanda Palmer community. There is an unofficial group that started out as an Amanda Palmer fangroup on Facebook that has grown into a 4,000 strong family of creatives and wonderful people. “The Net Tightens” references many of Amanda Palmer’s songs, and the title is a reference to a quote in her book, where whenever tragedy strikes in the community, people get closer together, and we catch each other, like a net tightening in solidarity. 

This song was written after we lost a member of our family, Riley Fuxley. Riley was an incredible person, full of love, who released their own music under the name Android Girlfriend. They took their own life on the 29th June 2019 and our community fell into grief once again. 

Because of the nature of this song, all proceeds from download sales will be donated to The Trevor Project -a project dedicated to supporting LGBTQIA+ youth, a project Riley supported. 

Enormous thanks to Bill Bates (my dad!) for the help in recording this, as well as providing the electric guitar. Couldn’t have done it without you! 

More information about The Trevor Project can be found on their website:


We hold three fingers up and smile 
We’ve never met but we’ve all fallen in love 
Our family’s bleeding 
We’re wounded, crying 

And the net 

We are the ampersands, united 
We are the media, inspired 
We’ve lost another 
Our sins are shattered 

And the net 

But the noose, it keeps closing in 
And the drugs don’t help forever 
Though the net is tight they still fall through the cracks 
And we all fall down 

We raise our salute 
We start to sing 
And the net 

And the net 

Six Years On

6 years ago today, I was feeling extremely low, was in a relationship with an abusive man. It’s my birthday tomorrow and I felt so completely lost, alone, and broken, I didn’t want to go another year living in the toxic situation I was in, but felt extremely trapped in the relationship. It felt like only one option was left to me. I made a plan in my mind that I would go to a gig on my own, to get away from him, and instead of getting the train back I would just… disappear.

I’d not heard much from Amanda Palmer at the time, I knew of her and had seen her TED talk and really liked what she had to say, but seeing her live and feeling the amount of love in the room full of strangers, it changed something in me. I heard the song “Bigger on the Inside” for the first time. The last few lines of the song felt like they were speaking directly to me that night, like Amanda knew what my plans were and was speaking RIGHT to me.

“Trying is the point of life
So don’t stop trying
Promise me”

I didn’t end my life that night, and I did go home to that abusive man but over the course of the next few months the spell that had been put on me by my abuser had lifted, I realised what was happening to me was very wrong and should not be happening. I started reaching out to friends of mine who I’d lost contact with because of his insistance, and started looking into how to identify abuse, how to leave abusers. I left him in November that year and never looked back.

I was with him for 6 years.

This November will be 6 years since I left. Something about that feels symbolic.

I won’t lie and say things are all better now, my mental health is still wobbly, this time of year is hard for many different reasons. Not only it being the anniversary of that, but I miss my brother on my birthday and it signals another year where he’s not here. There are always ups and downs. Life is a constant rollercoaster that never seems to end and sometimes it feels like it would be easier to just get out early and stop. The days I struggle getting out of bed far outway the days I wake up alert and happy and ready for adventures. Most days it’s a struggle to do basic housework.

Just a couple of weeks ago, a dear friend of mine passed away because they chose to end their own life. They are the third friend I know who has died this way. Just one person is too many. So many people dying too young. There’s a part of me that’s angry. Not at the people who died, but at the world we live in for being so bloody hard. Bigotry so so often goes unchallenged. We live in a world where abuse is expected to be hushed up or for the victims to be dismissed. Mental illnesses to still be stigmatised despite so many people obviously struggling. Basic human needs are capitalised so we have to work so hard just to exist.

I don’t want to be another reason for suffering. I don’t want my friends and family to lose more people than they already have. I want to put something *good* out into the world. It’s just kind of hard sometimes.

So… six years on and a lot is different. In my own life, and in the world. I still struggle putting one foot in front of the other.

But I’m still trying.

I promise.

Small Press Day

Because I am smart, I completely missed the fact that it was Small Press Day on Friday. As a small, independent creator that publishes their own work without the use of an agency or anything, I should probably be better at keeping track of things like that, but considering I was in Amsterdam for most of last week, and have been recovering from burn out the following days since, I think I can let myself off the hook a little bit.

But! Small Press Day!

Did you know I have four self published books that you can buy?

Did you know I publish all my webcomics for free, that you can go read now, without paying me anything?

Did you know that you are awesome? This isn’t relevant to Small Press Day, but shh.

I love indie creators, and I love BEING an indie creator, so naturally I love Small Press Day and am frustrated that I missed it completely because of brain weasels. Darn brain weasels.




I went to Amsterdam.

It was good.

There was going to be a more concise blog about this topic but my brain forgot everything I was going to say the moment I opened the browser, so instead have a photo of me and my cousins, proving that we did in fact go to Amsterdam.

When I told people I was going to Amsterdam, the majority of people asked me to have a smoke for them, or a drink for them, or gave me advice on the best places to buy weed. I’m probably the most boring person who’s ever gone to Amsterdam, because I rarely drink, I’ve never done drugs in my life, don’t like the smell of weed, don’t like being anything other than sober. In case you’re wondering, it’s possible to go to Amsterdam and stay completely sober the entire time and still have fun.

Okay I had ONE drink, but I felt like I couldn’t go to Amsterdam and not drink anything

I think the most jarring experience about the city was walking down the road and seeing shops that just advertised the drugs they sold. Coming from a small town in England where the only way to buy non-medicinal drugs was to do it secretly (and where the stereotype was doing it in seedy back alleys) it was funny to walk down streets and just see “Magic Truffles sold here!” among other things. I’m a super left wing hippie type who has strong opinions about drug legalisation (let’s just say you don’t have to partake to know that criminalising drug users is a Bad Thing) but it still kind of took me by surprise (surprise is the wrong word, but you get my drift) to see so many shops where you could just buy space cakes and lollipops.

Definitely planning on coming back again one day, and who knows, maybe I’ll be brave enough to actually try a space cake next time 😛


Death. Again.

A friend of mine passed away today.

Riley was a wonderful friend, and amazing musician. They had their first gig lined up for next month, and had created their first album last year with the help of a Kickstarter campain.

I can’t quite believe they’ve gone.

I made this portrait of them I guess to process my own feelings about it, but also just… I wanted to pay tribute to them in some way. They inspired me in many different ways and their passing was a genuine shock.

The thing is… I never actually met Riley in person. We met through a Facebook group. They lived in the US. We talked frequently through messaging apps. We supported each other on Patreon. Someone said to me “So you didn’t actually know them?” as if that somehow lessens the blow. As if somehow, because I hadn’t met them in person, I shouldn’t be so effected by their passing.

Just because I haven’t met someone in person, doesn’t mean I don’t know them.

Just because I haven’t met someone in person, doesn’t mean I can’t care about them.

Internet friends are real friends.

Riley’s Music

Riley started recording their music in 2017 after a suicide attempt. They said it helped them feel more alive, like something of themselves was being left behind.

As such, I want to spread their music around as much as possible. I want people to listen to their music.

You can find it through bandcamp or by searching for Android Girlfriend on Spotify.

RIP beautiful soul. I miss you already.

A brand new site, a brand new look

It’s not very often you say you get to shave your head for the first time, but I got to say it last week when I took the trimmers and got rid of my shoulder length blue hair.

On reflection, I probably should have gone to a hairdressers, or got someone more experienced than my partner, to get it done but I knew I’d chicken out if I waited too long. I wanted my hair gone, I had trimmers, and I am an impulsive potato. I also messed up and trimmed it about a centimetre (which is quite a lot, when it’s already this short) shorter than I meant to, but actually?

I absolutely love it.

Like, oh my GOSH. Not only because it’s so much easier to maintain now (it takes about two minutes to dry after waiting) but it feels like… me. It feels like this is who I’m supposed to be. This is how I’m supposed to look. I don’t think I’ve ever, in my entire life, been this happy with the way I look. Never been this confident.

Since I did it last week, I’ve been on a complete rebranding spree throughout all of my social media platforms, because I felt like I needed a dramatic change, I needed my online presence to match my in real life presence, I needed my business to reflect my own self, I needed my ART to reflect my newfound confidence. I’ve had this site – for a few years but I decided to move everything over to this site instead of the old one, this is the new home of ALL OF THE THINGS that I make, and to be honest the website looks and feels much more fluid and professional and feels like home.

This is a super rambly blog post but I wanted to share my absolute excitement and happiness with the way I look right now, shaving my head has legit been the best thing I’ve ever done for my self image, and I’m definitely gonna be keeping it short for the forseeable future 😀

Now excuse me while I show off my look with some selfie spam (with added Patrick for good measure):

Streaming ramble – I’m doing Twitch Streams and you should join me!

For the last three weeks or so I’ve been having fun every Wednesday evening doing an art stream. I’ve been taking requests from my Facebook friends on what to draw, and have been drawing a variety of things from dragons, to animals in strange situations, and more. The great thing about taking requests is that it puts me out of my comfort zone, instead of falling back on my usual drawing habits I have to draw what other people suggest, and other people having their own experiences and inspirations and things will often suggest much more interesting things than my brain with it’s habits and comfort zones and routines can come up with. It stirs the creative juices and gets my mind working and I love it.


Prompt: A Mermaid
Prompt: A Mermaid

The other great thing about streaming is having people physically sit with you while you draw, perhaps drawing along with me or coming up with their own interpretation of the prompt word. I love seeing the art people come up with and I especially love seeing different interpretations on the same prompt word, it’s fantastic. It’s a great example of how we all interpret things differently. There’s also something extremely nostalgic about it; it reminds me of when I was a teenager when I would sit in groups of people, usually being fairly quiet, with my sketchbook, just drawing. I’d be in a group of people just doing my own thing but I was still involved and included. And the best part would be when other people came and sat next to me and opened up their sketchbooks to draw too. I’d end up accidentally starting a little drawing corner. I guess that’s how I invision the stream being – a place for us to hang out, a place where we can make time to do art. It’s Time to Draw, and it’s wonderful.

Prompt: Spring Flowers
Prompt: Spring Flowers

It’s not always super exciting, though. Sometimes I can sit in a stream on my own for half an hour before anyone shows up to say hi or to draw along with me or to listen. That’s usually okay because in those times I can just draw for myself anyway. It’s basically a couple of hours for me to spend drawing just for drawings sake – drawing because it’s my time, for me, and if other people come along for the ride that’s great too. Sometimes the art I make is terrible, sometimes I don’t feel like drawing, but I’ve got this commitment to turn up in my stream and draw something, and that kind of commitment holds you accountable. You’ve gotta do it. The hardest part of drawing is showing up.


Prompt: An Astronaut
Prompt: An Astronaut

Ultimately though, the point of it all, is to draw and practise and keep going. Make a time for the things you love, if you can. Even if it’s five minutes. I do my best, sometimes I don’t stream for a full two hours, but as long as I show up and keep drawing and keep having fun with it, it’s all gonna be okay.

Love you all!


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