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Chapter 53 — The One-Armed Maiden, page 3

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Hello, horror tropes!

Fox and Hummingbird here are using the same character designs as Nick’s succubi in my unfinished graphic novel Oscar’s Kitchen. But they’re not demons. Just scary teenagers.

Chapter 53 — The One-Armed Maiden

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Okay! Here we go! My first big set piece of my return. My favorite parts of SCB have always been the short, self-contained, action packed sequences like this one — Hooping, Famous Red Raincoat, Road. Look ’em up in the contents, I can’t be arsed.

This chapter is named for a common type of fairy tale about a female protagonist with at least one damaged arm. They also have such names as “The Girl Without Hands”, “The Girl with the Chopped-off Hands” and “Mad Max: Fury Road”.  Actually the real folk tales start with a horrific act of violence, and end with a wonderful miracle, but tend to degenerate into a flurry of letter writing in the middle. This chapter (and Fury Road, which I swear I had not seen when I started this) is more of a arm-impaired female protagonist grafted onto a more conventional Hero’s Journey. I was actually pretty stoked when I watched Fury Road and saw them using some of the same mythic elements I was. Yoshimi was pretty blown away by Imperator Furiosa.

Oh, but Y’s arm will not be chopped off during this story. It’s just broken. So you don’t worry.

 

Progressive Christianity and Comics

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This post kind of metastasized. I’m frustrated about the lack of other progressive Christians in comics which lead me to ask: what the hell do I believe, anyway?

1.) I believe in a single God, composed of three persons. I just totally mangled the idea of the Trinity, which I completely do not understand, but I want to convey that I believe in it. After decades of wrestling with doubt about things that don’t really make much difference in real life, I’ve decided that I’m just going to believe all the standard Christian Supernatural stuff unless there’s a compelling scientific, political or moral reason to question it.

2.) I believe that God became a human being, in order to help us. He taught some very important things, and was executed for being a political agitator. He rose from the dead, like, 48 hours later. Tradition is 3 days, but that seems to mean “over the course of three days”, since he went down Friday Night and was back up by Sunday Morning.

I’ve had weekends like that.

3.) I believe that Jesus’ life, death and resurrection helps humans be closer to God. There are lots of theories about how this works. Some I hate — like, all forms of substitutionary atonement, especially penal substitution. Some, like moral influence theory, I like a bit better. I certainly couldn’t tell you which, if any of them, was actually true.

4.) I don’t really care about the afterlife. Getting to go to Heaven when you die seems to be the main point for most Christians. Myself, I find the idea of dying and waking up in another universe where stuff like this goes on utterly pants shittingly terrifying and I’d rather do anything else. Except go to Hell, which I imagine must be even worse.

Conversely, while I have what I consider an ordinate and rational fear of dying (which sounds scary and painful), the prospect of simply not existing any more doesn’t sound so bad. It’s not like I’m going to miss me when I’m gone.

And, of course, I would never dream of telling anybody what’s going to happen to them in the afterlife. You can’t know that stuff.

5.) I do, however, deeply crave the presence of God. Like, agonizingly. And I’m learning to listen for it, too. A couple of times I’ve had the presence of something vast and loving and definitely not me enter my head from outside, with lasting, even lifelong, repercussions. A lot of times I feel things that might be God, and might be my own intuition. It’s really hard to tell, and frankly I think I’m crazy, but my therapist and psychiatrist refuse to diagnose me as schizophrenic, so there you go.

I mean, perspective, too. If we take Philip K. Dick’s VALIS incident as, say, a 10, my strongest experience was maybe a 1. Certainly I’ve never written a word of Koine Greek. I can barely write English. But it’s still the kind of thing where I’d have to be really dismissive of some pretty profound experiences if I wanted to not believe in God.

6.) I believe the fundamental law of life and human behavior is compassion. I favor anything that promotes compassion, and oppose anything that promotes callousness and selfishness. I do consider the teachings of Christ especially, but not uniquely, effective in learning to live compassionately.

That’s it, I think. I might write more about how that relates to my art later, but maybe not. Words (at least the ones written outside of dialogue bubbles) are hard.

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