Questionable Content

Several years ago, there was a meme showing a comic strip panel. It featured a couple about to engage in sex with the red-headed female stating "Before we go any further..." She then strips down to nothing (with hair and panel cutoffs carefully placed to hide any nudity) before stating "So...this is me..." The meme then usually concludes with some funny or weird phrase from the male.

The comic strip from which this meme was taken is called Questionable Content. It's a daily online strip written and drawn by Jeph Jacques. It's featured a slice of life style for his numerous characters for over 20 years now.

The couple in this particular strip are Marten, the defacto main character, and his girlfriend Claire. This strip is actually the first time that the two have sex. It's a big moment for the strip because Claire is transgendered. The actual comment from Marten in the strip is a smile with the words "You're beautiful." We never find out about Claire's genitalia, nor do we need to know. Marten loves and accepts her for who she is as a person.

While I was intrigued by the initial meme, I also became infatuated with the comic strip itself. I went back through and read them all from the beginning.

I enjoyed seeing the characters develop, relationships begin and end, characters leave, new characters arrive. You know: like life in general. Only with more scifi elements like robots, cyborgs and AI constructs.

This would've been during the year leading up to my coming out as pansexual. Despite denying at the time who and what I was, Claire quickly became a favorite of mine.

As I read on, I found out that she had a very weird twin brother named Clinton. For a while, I didn't enjoy the times whenever he'd show up. That changed once he began his failed romances.

Due to his own awkward nature, Clinton would fail several times in his attempts to romance women. It reminded me of myself (unlike Clinton, however, I never stooped to stalking anyone... intentionally anyway).

Then, he met and became close to a bartender named Elliot. Initially, they were both pining for the same girl...but then things began to develop between the two of them.

Eventually, they pursued these mutual feelings and began a relationship together. This would lead to their first sexual encounter. While Elliot became super anxious that they had, somehow, performed the act wrong, Clinton assured him that it had worked as intended. "Let's look at the evidence," Clinton said. "Orgasms."

I was not only intrigued but also very turned on during this storyline. Something had awoken inside me. It wasn't only that I enjoyed the idea of Elliot and Clinton getting together...but I wanted to be in Clinton's position. He described himself with men as a "little spoon" and Elliot was a big, athletic man. It just felt like something I truly desired.

This began me on my path to identifying as pansexual.

Since then, I've followed every daily issue of QC (even though Clinton and Elliot really aren't featured anymore). I've even gone back and read through the whole way from the beginning again.

It's a very enjoyable comic strip with amazing characters, crazy twists and turns, love, comedy, betrayal, loss. Everything you could want in a slice of life comic strip.

And robots. Lots and lots of robots.

That'll do it for me this week.

Have a wonderful weekend, my loves.

-Trixie 😘 ❤️ 



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