I drew this on the bus to work this morning.
Last night I dreamed I was Batman.
Batman fighting Catwoman.
Catwoman escaped in the end, but, as it was her running from me, I will take it as a win for me.
I totally remember watching the TV Batman reruns growing up, the ones with Adam West. My brothers and I would put it on after school. I remember we had a really goofy hat we’d call the “egghead hat”, named after one of the villains. It was small and white and no matter who put it on they’d always look like an egghead. If there weren’t enough hats to go around you’d be forced into that one, so you had to get in quick whenever we went on beach expeditions or whatnot. No-one ever wanted to be the egg head, especially because everyone else would make sure you’d never forget you were wearing it and you looked like a fool.
Anywho, that show was awesome, and so was my dream.
My brothers quite often have family competitions about how manly they are – these competitions involve dress sense, sprinting, sociability, and culminated in a “Man-Decathlon” last summer.
One of the more recent conversations regarding this topic was prominence of facial hair – density and colouring seemed vital aspects.The Orchard boys are quite renowned for being less than hirsute.
A few days later one brother commented on that hair on my chin and remarked that I’ll “get there” with my own facial hair. He only has an inkling that I’m trans, and meant it as a joke, but I smiled and thought,”yes, I am well on my way to competing with them…”.
My facial hair is certainly darker than his blonde stubble.
Sibling rivalry at it’s finest.
I wrote this one a few months back for the Agender magazine. Agender is a national transgender support organisation in New Zealand.
This is an experiment, an idea, a challenge to myself, and hopefully an enjoyable read.
It’s an exploration of myself; as an artist, a pakeha, a transguy, an Australian-born Kiwi, and probably 10,342 other things (at least). Ready, set, go.