Rock My World

I was recently poking around the website of one of my favorite webcomic artists and I found a picture of her. I became deeply confused.

"Huh," I thought to myself. "I thought the artist was a guy."

So I began a search to answer three questions: Was this the same artist? Why was the artist I had in mind male? Why was the picture I saw a cute (in a geeky sort of way) female?

As it turns out 'she' used to be a 'he' and I wasn't losing my mind after all.

Now, it's none of my damn business what a person does with their life as long as it doesn't infringe on my freedoms. This is a core bedrock belief that I base most of my actions on. Even so, for some reason my newfound knowledge has led me to have imbalanced, vertiginous feelings in regard to the artist's works I fell in love with years ago.

So here's to you madam webcomic artist: Even though you don't know me and it's none of my business and shouldn't matter in the least you totally rocked my world.