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Kicking off the first Friday of the year with the first page of my final Nimona comic!

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Unarmored - Page 1
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Kicking off the first Friday of the year with the first page of my final Nimona comic!
Its Diente again this time in his out of armor outfit
no shirts allowed
Tundra Titan by Mithral Canvas
Unadorned, Unarmored, and Unafraid
In the spring after I came out to myself, but was still pretending in public to be a guy, I started wearing my armor almost every time I went out. It protected my true self from a world that saw me as a man, and that I was afraid would reject the real me. It also served as a talisman, to remind me of who I really was, a tether to my true self.
The first piece of my armor was a ring, a simple silver band. Then I added a couple more. Over the summer I added a bracelet I picked up in Taos. It's made from a bicycle chain, so not especially femme, but still, it's jewelry.
That fall I got my ears pierced. The studs that came with the piercings became part of my armor. When I finally broke down and bought the glasses I'd been needing for a while, I bought a pair with deniably feminine frames. They were a sometime part of my armor.
A year after my self-realization, when I finally went out in public as myself. my armor changed. The rings were still part of it, but I switched my studs for dangly earrings, and added a necklace. My glasses stayed on even when I wasn't reading. And I added lipstick.
And the function of my armor changed. I didn't need the reminder when I was presenting as me. But the protection aspet of it grew. Now it was protecting me from the gaze of the world. People would look at me and they would see the lipstick. They would see the glasses and the jewelry. So even if they couldn't see the real me, they would, hopefully, see "woman." It worked.
It's not just armor, of course. I love lipstick. I love wearing bits of jewelry. It's fun to see the effect changing these up has on my appearance. But they're still armor, too. When I decided to go fulltime, well ahead of when I'd thought I would, my armor gave me the confidence to present to the world as me.
But the thing is, I don't need the armor any more. I'm not going to completely stop wearing it, of course. As I wrote, I enjoy it. But I don't have to wear it. So today, I am unadorned, unarmored, and unafraid.
Happy Belated 2-Year Anniversary Nimona Movie! Have a test painting! (was testing how well pencil work holds up as a background... as well as those different types of papers I'd mentioned before. (still grumbling over which one to pick...))
BTW, digital version of the (currently 4-page) comic is over here for those who haven't seen it!
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That looks like a pretty good cabbage to me!
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Taking my regular mid-comic break next week. See y'all on the 31st!