It began like a day just like any other!
I left my house at 5am to drive to San Diego for Comic Con.
I had been nominated for an Eisner award for a book me and many other artists put out last year in the "Best Anthology" category. The book, "Come Out And Play" is still available here.
I'm SURE everyone's been here at least once!I left my house at 5am to drive to San Diego for Comic Con.
I had been nominated for an Eisner award for a book me and many other artists put out last year in the "Best Anthology" category. The book, "Come Out And Play" is still available here.
In all seriousness, it was an honour I could not describe.
I've been an underground cartoonist for something like 17 years. I've never been given a nod like this before. Never thought I ever WOULD! in 2026, I am kinda under the radar by design. I think I had aspirations of breaking into the mainstream once upon a time, but ever since the writer's strike, all the stories about the abuse of talent in the industry, big studios fucking over creators specifically AND the Epstein Agenda of demonizing and abusing trans people going mainstream, my desire to "become famous" has waned. I feel MORE successful as an artist who is in control of my own IP than someone who made a deal with Cartoon Network, who made 10 lousy episodes out of their life's work and passion, cancelled it, and then cut them out of the contract for who gets royalties and merchandising rights.
All this aside, being recognized as a potentially Eisner-worthy artist felt GOOD!
Even if it was as a part of a large group of artists.
I've solidified my plan to try to make my next TransCat book JUST as Eisner-worthy as Come Out And Play. Apparently the Eisners do NOT differentiate between indie comics and big studio comes when it considers it's nominees. There were a lotta winners last week that ONLY released on Webtoon, never had a book in a store, or even in an artist alley. Imagine if the Grammys nominated someone's Soundcloud page alongside Kendrick Lamar, Lady Gaga and Bad Bunny. That's what the Eisners felt like. Especially for ME and our group of artists, who were competing against DC Pride, Judge Dredd and Noir is the New Black.
It was honestly kind of crazy just BEING in that room at ALL.
Like, I've BEEN in a room with celebrities before. I go to these things all the time. But this was DIFFERENT because THIS time, I was there WITH them as opposed to there to SEE them. We were all sitting in the same section, being wined and dined by Comic-Con with all this bomb-ass gourmet food and shit. Being a vegan, however, my choices were limited. There was a pretty good kale and broccoli salad that basically saved my life though.
It was crazy being in the same room as George Takei, knowing we could both potentially take that stage that night and make a speech. I had a speech in mind, even! Until I found out that IF we won, it would be our editor taking the stage, not any of the artists :P
I am burying the lead here a little bit, we did not win :(
We wound of losing to DC Pride, which, I guess is a worthy opponent to lose to. Having shit I did being weighed on the same scales and Harely and Poison Ivy is already kind of a mind job.
I'm just glad the award went to some Gays, you know. It still FELT like a victory, even thought it wasn't mine personally. It wold not have been MINE personally anyway, I'd have shared the honour with so many others who helped make that book as badass as it is.
All this to say I'm TRYING to not be bitter, even though I REALLY WANTED THAT TROPHY!!!
...
Okay, calming down now.
Like, I've BEEN in a room with celebrities before. I go to these things all the time. But this was DIFFERENT because THIS time, I was there WITH them as opposed to there to SEE them. We were all sitting in the same section, being wined and dined by Comic-Con with all this bomb-ass gourmet food and shit. Being a vegan, however, my choices were limited. There was a pretty good kale and broccoli salad that basically saved my life though.
It was crazy being in the same room as George Takei, knowing we could both potentially take that stage that night and make a speech. I had a speech in mind, even! Until I found out that IF we won, it would be our editor taking the stage, not any of the artists :P
I am burying the lead here a little bit, we did not win :(
We wound of losing to DC Pride, which, I guess is a worthy opponent to lose to. Having shit I did being weighed on the same scales and Harely and Poison Ivy is already kind of a mind job.
I'm just glad the award went to some Gays, you know. It still FELT like a victory, even thought it wasn't mine personally. It wold not have been MINE personally anyway, I'd have shared the honour with so many others who helped make that book as badass as it is.
All this to say I'm TRYING to not be bitter, even though I REALLY WANTED THAT TROPHY!!!
...
Okay, calming down now.
So I'm burying the lead again. I didn't title this blog "Worst Comic-Con Ever" because I didn't win the award. I'm not THAT pissy of a piss baby.
No, the REAL bad shit actually happened the day after. I was lucky enough to get a spare ticket from my publisher Tara, so I was GONNA try and spend at least one more day at the con and actually see some stuff that wasn't the awards show. But I never made it there cuz I got into a TERRIBLE car crash on Highway 5.
It was stop and go traffic the whole time. We were going 50, we were going, 15. We were going 60, we were going 10. We were going 75, were going 5. All very stressful, all very dangerous.
I was maybe only about 5 minutes away from the exit to the convention center when suddenly I hear this absolute cacophony of honking and tire screeching. It felt REALLY close, like it was right behind me or right beside me. I nervously look over to see what is happening/about to happen to me.
But I never got the chance cuz in that split second my eyes were off the road, all the cars in front of me just STOPPED. I hit the brakes as hard as I could but it was too late. I tried to SWERVE but it was too late. I clipped the side of the bumper of the car in front of me, and because of the sped I was going and the pressure I'd applied to my brakes, the angle caused my car to FLIP! Right onto the hood!
ALL my windows shattered, I skidded for what felt like 20-30 seconds, and as the road rushed by my face, the only thing I had to protect myself was my arms.
The car screeched to a stop, I had to unbuckle my seatbelt and fall onto my ceiling so I could now crawl through all this glass so I could escape the car before it got hit by ANOTHER car.
My memory is kinda hazy at this point but I tried to grab anything and everything I could get out of my front seat, which wasn't much. My glasses had flown off my face and my phone was nowhere to be found. I had my wallet, my CD booklet (which had been almost totally destroyed), and the program from the Eisners from the night before, which had my seat ticket AND my con ticket folded up into it.
This part I remember very clearly though. As I crawled out, there was a lady trying to help me. I don't think she was involved in the accident. I think she was just a kind bystander who wanted to help. When she saw how bloody I was, she shouted "SOMEBODY CALL HER AN AMBULANCE!"
Gendered correctly, even when I'm at my worst. Still got it, baby!
Paramedics showed up almost immediately. I was shocked at how quickly they came. THEY saw how much I was bleeding and said "Let get you to the hospital!" They cleaned out as much of the glass and gravel out of my arm as they could. Disinfected it, which stung like the dickens, and got me to the nearest hospitals for X-rays. When they dropped me off, one of them handed my my belongings in a bag and she showed me the Eisner program, absolutely smeared in my blood, and she said "THAT'S badass. Get that framed."
I was panicking because I STILL didn't have my phone and had no way of contacting anyone to let them know what happened. I was now stranded in San Diego. There was NO way my car was gonna be good to drive again, which was making my panic more cuz I NEED my car for my JOB. NOW what am I gonna do. Between cleanings of my arm, I asked a nurse if she could get me a phone. I have two phone numbers memorized. My Mom and my Dad. But I was calling from a weird hospital phone number way outta town, of COURSE they're gonna think it's a spam call! So I left them messages instead, and said "I cannot receive calls from this number, it just connects to the hospital's phone tree. So I'm gonna try calling you over and over again every 5 minutes until I can CRY with you."
I did finally get ahold of my mom, who is the REAL MVP of this weekend.
she flew out and helped me with everything. The hospital, getting in touch with my friends and my job, getting the rest of my shit outta my car, replacing my glasses and my blood soaked clothes. Then we flew home. I am finally safe back in SF. Hallelujah.
I STILL have a lotta glass and gravel and burns and road rash on my arm.
I'm still in some pain, and have a ways to go for recovery.
I won't be able to draw for awhile, because it's my DRAWING arm! they TOOK my DRAWING ARM!!!
But you know what? I... can rebuild.
No, the REAL bad shit actually happened the day after. I was lucky enough to get a spare ticket from my publisher Tara, so I was GONNA try and spend at least one more day at the con and actually see some stuff that wasn't the awards show. But I never made it there cuz I got into a TERRIBLE car crash on Highway 5.
It was stop and go traffic the whole time. We were going 50, we were going, 15. We were going 60, we were going 10. We were going 75, were going 5. All very stressful, all very dangerous.
I was maybe only about 5 minutes away from the exit to the convention center when suddenly I hear this absolute cacophony of honking and tire screeching. It felt REALLY close, like it was right behind me or right beside me. I nervously look over to see what is happening/about to happen to me.
But I never got the chance cuz in that split second my eyes were off the road, all the cars in front of me just STOPPED. I hit the brakes as hard as I could but it was too late. I tried to SWERVE but it was too late. I clipped the side of the bumper of the car in front of me, and because of the sped I was going and the pressure I'd applied to my brakes, the angle caused my car to FLIP! Right onto the hood!
ALL my windows shattered, I skidded for what felt like 20-30 seconds, and as the road rushed by my face, the only thing I had to protect myself was my arms.
The car screeched to a stop, I had to unbuckle my seatbelt and fall onto my ceiling so I could now crawl through all this glass so I could escape the car before it got hit by ANOTHER car.
My memory is kinda hazy at this point but I tried to grab anything and everything I could get out of my front seat, which wasn't much. My glasses had flown off my face and my phone was nowhere to be found. I had my wallet, my CD booklet (which had been almost totally destroyed), and the program from the Eisners from the night before, which had my seat ticket AND my con ticket folded up into it.
This part I remember very clearly though. As I crawled out, there was a lady trying to help me. I don't think she was involved in the accident. I think she was just a kind bystander who wanted to help. When she saw how bloody I was, she shouted "SOMEBODY CALL HER AN AMBULANCE!"
Gendered correctly, even when I'm at my worst. Still got it, baby!
Paramedics showed up almost immediately. I was shocked at how quickly they came. THEY saw how much I was bleeding and said "Let get you to the hospital!" They cleaned out as much of the glass and gravel out of my arm as they could. Disinfected it, which stung like the dickens, and got me to the nearest hospitals for X-rays. When they dropped me off, one of them handed my my belongings in a bag and she showed me the Eisner program, absolutely smeared in my blood, and she said "THAT'S badass. Get that framed."
I was panicking because I STILL didn't have my phone and had no way of contacting anyone to let them know what happened. I was now stranded in San Diego. There was NO way my car was gonna be good to drive again, which was making my panic more cuz I NEED my car for my JOB. NOW what am I gonna do. Between cleanings of my arm, I asked a nurse if she could get me a phone. I have two phone numbers memorized. My Mom and my Dad. But I was calling from a weird hospital phone number way outta town, of COURSE they're gonna think it's a spam call! So I left them messages instead, and said "I cannot receive calls from this number, it just connects to the hospital's phone tree. So I'm gonna try calling you over and over again every 5 minutes until I can CRY with you."
I did finally get ahold of my mom, who is the REAL MVP of this weekend.
she flew out and helped me with everything. The hospital, getting in touch with my friends and my job, getting the rest of my shit outta my car, replacing my glasses and my blood soaked clothes. Then we flew home. I am finally safe back in SF. Hallelujah.
I STILL have a lotta glass and gravel and burns and road rash on my arm.
I'm still in some pain, and have a ways to go for recovery.
I won't be able to draw for awhile, because it's my DRAWING arm! they TOOK my DRAWING ARM!!!
But you know what? I... can rebuild.
The words of one of the paramedics still haunts me.
He said "It's not very often we see someone walk away from a crash that bad."
I am still alive, and it's crazy cuz its only just in this past couple years that I felt like my life was important enough to be worth preserving. If this had happened to me before 2023, I'd be like "fuck it dude, don't save me at all, i'll just stay in the wreck. Crush me into a cube, who gives a fuck?"
But my life is BETTER now and I have shit I wanna live to DO and SEE and EXPERIENCE! The closest I ever got to death was when I most tenaciously clung to life. Ain't that always the way?
I got a home in wonderful city, so many amazing friends and family members who love me, and I got a special someone these days who's REALLY making life worth living <3
ALL of this to say...
PLEASE support my PATREON!
The after math of all of this is going to be EXPENSIVE and the best way you can support me is be interested in my comic book.
Have I mentioned that I'm Eisner Nominated?
I promise I'll make it worth your while. I have a lot of new pages of TransCat issue #13 as well as some other related projects that I cannot wait to show you. and as soon as my arm is better, I'll draw EVEN more!
But yeah, please tell your friends.
I need/want more readers <3
When I get my next Eisner nomination, I don't want people saying "wtf is TransCat?"
He said "It's not very often we see someone walk away from a crash that bad."
I am still alive, and it's crazy cuz its only just in this past couple years that I felt like my life was important enough to be worth preserving. If this had happened to me before 2023, I'd be like "fuck it dude, don't save me at all, i'll just stay in the wreck. Crush me into a cube, who gives a fuck?"
But my life is BETTER now and I have shit I wanna live to DO and SEE and EXPERIENCE! The closest I ever got to death was when I most tenaciously clung to life. Ain't that always the way?
I got a home in wonderful city, so many amazing friends and family members who love me, and I got a special someone these days who's REALLY making life worth living <3
ALL of this to say...
PLEASE support my PATREON!
The after math of all of this is going to be EXPENSIVE and the best way you can support me is be interested in my comic book.
Have I mentioned that I'm Eisner Nominated?
I promise I'll make it worth your while. I have a lot of new pages of TransCat issue #13 as well as some other related projects that I cannot wait to show you. and as soon as my arm is better, I'll draw EVEN more!
But yeah, please tell your friends.
I need/want more readers <3
When I get my next Eisner nomination, I don't want people saying "wtf is TransCat?"








