January 2025

Watching: all three Nosfertatu films so I can choose a favourite (it’s not going to be the 1979 one)
Reading: Akira by Katsuhiro Otomo
Listening to: Drug Church
Working on: character designs for a graphic novel pitch, painting another skateboard, NewOldRare, a script for a medical instruction booklet

My name is Giles and I live in a basement in New Jersey that doesn’t allow pets or get enough sunlight for plants.

I don’t know if you could call me a professional artist. I’d like to be so I can spend all my time on it, but I’m still deciding how to go about that. Success and progression in the arts relies heavily on good fortune; situational (right school, right place, right time), support (like someone else to pay the bills while you take a risk), and someone choosing you. None of that has worked out for me – most of my experiences with the industry have been negative. A lot didn’t work out, actually, and I’ve started my life over from zero at least five times. I don’t want to do it again. I’m not an inspiring success story by any means, but I’m still here.

I spent a long time being self-conscious about what I was good at and what I was interested in artistically, and then years in an awful situation with an awful person who hated me spending time on art. This slowly stopped me from doing anything at all, because depressed people don’t make shit. When I ended up in a position where I could return to creating, what got me back into it was not a deep emotional journey or taking up running or an amazing opportunity from someone who believed in me: it was drawing and writing an absolute shitload of gay erotica about the 1992 film Reservoir Dogs and posting it on the internet for the perusal of other discerning perverts.

Slowly, I woke up again.

This circled back around to drawing a few old ideas I’d never done anything with, and writing some new ones, and now I’m starting to actually achieve things I want to artistically – not enough, never enough. I didn’t think people would want to read the stories I wanted to tell, and have been pleasantly surprised. I’m still not making anything cool or marketable or profound or inspiring, I’m operating firmly within a niche, but I’m happy with what I’m doing and I believe in it. I have goals, I have ideas, I have enough scripts finished than I could draw full time for the next fifteen years without writing another word.

I’m doing things on my own terms now, how I want to, with my own projects at the front of the line. The stakes are high for me, even though it’s not anything important on the grand scale. I care about what I’m making. I built this site because don’t think anyone should need to make an account or download an app to look at my work, and I pay for the hosting so I can post whatever I want. This isn’t a portfolio: this is an archive, and I hope it will grow.

I tell you this as a sort of threat, I suppose. I’m not ashamed of who I am – a gay transsexual man, in case you weren’t aware – or what I’m making, and I will keep doing it because I fucking want to.

My Reservoir Dogs porn is still online, and it’s not that hard to find.