I don’t put up with catcalling. like I exercise precaution when I flip my shit in the middle of the street (lots of people around, daytime, etc) but I try my damndest to humiliate the fuck out of these assholes

too bad I don’t have the superpowers to do all of these things 

street harassment needs to stop. 


first of all, thank you all so much for the likes and reblogs of the comics; I’m amazed at how much traffic has grown just in the last month and I’m extremely grateful for everyone’s support of these silly doodles. 

But most of all, thank you for telling your stories along with me. Every time I see that someone has reblogged and added their own experience with yellow fever, dinner check battles and eccentric Asian parents, it makes me happy to no end. That is what we all need, to share and swap and discuss these issues that don’t often get addressed in mainstream media and to find solidarity with each other, even if we are not all Asian American. 

Please don’t ever stop telling your stories and sharing your thoughts (unless you’re a racist and sexist fuckwad, in which case why are you even on my art blog). My inbox is always open for the folks who need someone to talk to about situations they might not feel comfortable sharing publicly or with other people, so message me if you ever want to talk.

Thank you, again! now back to making comics.



I think I should make “Kawaii White Boy-kun” an actual character in another strip

He’ll always have on that horrible “LOOKING FOR A JAPANESE GIRLFRIEND" shirt because he owns twelve of them.