Some of my favourite faces from my other (completed) series, Wild Nights, Hot and Crazy Days:
First, we have me (blond hair) staring at the ceiling while my best friend Aiden (red hair) cuddles with me, back in 1984 when I was 13 years old. This is an earlier drawing and so it isn't as refined as my later ones, but I love the way Aiden's face looks here. He looks so content. Sadly, that contentment would not last 24 hours, as a heartbreaking tragedy happened the day after this scene:
Next up, we have me at the age of 15. My brother (black hair) convinced me to steal my mother's car and drive him to the stripper bar so he could watch his girlfriend on the stage. Yes, he was dating a stripper. Not only that, but the stripper he was dating was Miss Nude World 1987 (at least according to the posters). And he was eighteen years old, meaning that neither of us was old enough to actually be in the bar, but because he knew the bouncer we got in. And also, because he was screwing the stripper, we got a seat front and center. I was forced to look directly into it. If I wasn't gay before this event, I sure was afterward. You can see my disgust in this image, and you can see my brother's excitement.
This one is my sister, circa 1988 (she would have been fifteen then). Sporting a proper head of 1980's hair she is showing the indignation that only a 15 year old girl can. I won't spoil what she's mad about, but it is hilarious.
This one is my ex. I had literally caught him screwing another guy, and this was the moment that I had caught him. The whole picture is too naughty to show here, but this facial expression is 100% spot-on:
This one is me, about a year after I broke up with my ex. My long blond hair is gone, and I was now sporting short brown hair. I was still deeply closeted and had only just started making gay friends, mostly online. I had finally let some of these friends talk me into going to a gay bar. Naturally, I was terrified and wanted to keep a low profile. Also naturally, my friends had made arrangements with the DJ to shine a spotlight on me and introduce me to the whole bloody bar. I had four simultaneous heart attacks.
Finally, we have Mel. Mel was the real life comic relief among my friends. He was definitely there for a good time and did not care what others may have thought of him (the first words he ever said to me were "Slam f*** me please!"). I only wish that I could have the free spirit that he had.