I love all the great self-made music, art, and fashion I see everyone doing nowadays. I love that anyone from anywhere can create their own world on the internet, that others can see them, and that they have an escape.
The lame-ass stuff that poses as feminism is the worst; it's more of the same schlock, like new Britney wannabes and Bratz dolls and all that crap.
That's why, after Gasoline, my next graphic novels are for the ladies: The Handbook for Hot Witches (a field guide for the deflowered) and The Excorsisters, for teens and tweens. Both address hard-core issues we ladies face today. When I saw Mad Max as a kid, I thought, "After the apocalypse, women aren't just going to ride around on the back of motorcycles and get raped. They will start their own communities and protect themselves with a system of pulleys attached to knives or something, and live in a beautiful coral-pink tower." Anyway, Gasoline is about what women and communities would really do. And what we all should aspire to do now: live sustainably and consciously. Bend not break.
Thank you, Her Holiness the Black Madonna. I love you. She was there when the witches were burned, she was there when the people were made slaves, and she is here now to help and free those who look to her. She has seen the darkest places, and she went through the blackness until it couldn't get darker, and turned to light. That's why her eyes shine with the brightest darkness.