First, the comics about war:
Two of my (unfinished) comic strip characters were kids–one, a smart, mouthy, radical multi-racial activist type, āKrissy,ā and the other, her conservative, wealthy, red-blooded-American patriot boyfriend, āCole,ā who loves war toys and dreams of a military career. These two kids are crazy about each other, but they are also always arguing about politicsā¦. Since I wrote (but never drew) these panels, will you imagine them with me?
(Cole, thinking aloud)
Krissyās version of patriotism seems like a lot of trouble.
It takes years of work, money, time, and sacrifice to make a peaceful difference in the world.
In the old days, all you had to do to be patriotic was ā¦ dieā¦ and killā¦ and maimā¦and maybe get maimedā¦.
But at least you could get it over with!
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(Cole, thinking aloud)
Krissy thinks true patriots work for peace and justice all the time.
She says dying for your country is not enough.
She says you have to be willing to live for your country, too.
Dying seems like a lot less trouble.
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(Cole thinking aloud)
Krissy says itās no longer enough to be willing to kill and die for your country.
She says true patriots live for their country by working and sacrificing all their lives.
But realizing global peace and justice is so much work!
When I said Iād be willing to give my life for my country, I never meant this!
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(Cole thinking aloud)
Patriotism is a lot more complicated nowadays.
History has shown that even America has fought unjust, immoral wars.
In the olden days, patriots only had to be willing to kill and die for their country.
Nowadays, I guess theyād better understand why, too.
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(Cole to Krissy)
I think I prefer the old daysā¦.
ā¦when all you had to do to be a patriot was die for your countryā¦.
I mean, living for your country in peacetime could turn out to be a real dragā¦.
I mean, what if I have to live a really long time?!
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(Cole thinking aloud)
Patriotism used to be only a two-year hitch.
Now Krissy tells me true patriots should work hard their whole lives to prevent the injustices that cause war.
But if we prevent all war, everyone will have to live peacefully ātil theyāre really really old!
What a rotten dealā¦.
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(Cole thinking aloud)
Krissy thinks the truest patriotism is living, not dying for your country.
She thinks we all need to learn more about national and global politicsā¦.
ā¦and work hard to uphold our countryās ideals for everyone in the world.
It seems like dying would be a lot simplerā¦.
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(Cole thinking aloud)
Krissy says ideals canāt end at national borders.
She says we either want liberty and justice for all, or we donāt really hold those ideals at all.
She says āliberty and justice for someā just doesnāt ring true.
I have a feeling this is gonna be a lot of trouble.
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(Krissy is carrying a āprotest signā in the first panel (āIF YOU WANT PEACE, WORK FOR JUSTICEā)
(Cole) Hey! Iām not my brotherās keeper, you know!
Iām only interested in looking out for American interests! I canāt worry about everybody else on the planet!
(In this panel he has his hand over his heart, pledging) āI pledge allegianceā¦to the flagā¦with liberty and justice for allā¦uhā¦erā¦all ā¦ uhā¦ Americansā¦. Hmmmm.
(Cole, angry, with hands on hips.) RATSā¦.
(Krissy is carrying a protest sign that says, THINK GLOBAL. ACT LOCAL.
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OK, since youāve so patiently waded through my peace comics, here are some good sex comicsā¦.
I read a wonderful how-to book (Sex and Sensibility: The Thinking Parentās Guide to Talking About Sex, by Deborah M. Roffman, about the importance of values-oriented sex education, and then I wrote the following panels using my four comic strip characters (all young children), and introducing a new character, Ms. Z, an elderly Jewish lady who was once a sex education public health nurse. Sheās a tiny fiery fireplug of a woman, a very stereotypically loving Jewish-mom-type who nurtures her four neighbor-kids. (Ms. Z is based on my best friend/next-door neighbor, age 80+) I never drew this series either. Four panels each, with usually at least two of the kids talking in each panel, and sometimes all four talking in a panel.
My parents seem to think itās not nice to talk and think about sex until Iām an adult.
Mine too.
But itās a difficult thing to do.
I mean, weāre surrounded by talk about sex, all day every day, on TV, in books and magazines, the kids at school, the stuff on the netā¦.
I guess weāre not supposed to noticeā¦.
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What our parents donāt get is that weāre surrounded by sex, all day every day, whether we like it or not.
Yeah. They donāt know what we know.
And we donāt know what we donāt know.
Itās sort of a conspiracy of silence.
Hmmm. Do you think weāre the good guys or the bad guys?
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My mom says parents will tell kids everything they need to know about sex on their wedding night.
So when do we get to ask our questions?
I guess after that.
When itās too late.
Yeah.
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My mom thinks I know nothing about sex, and she plans to keep it that way.
Thatās why I canāt ask her any questionsāif I do, she worries about me knowing about sex and thinking about it.
So why donāt you just maturely tell her you know a lot already, but need her help sorting it all out?
I donāt think sheās developmentally ready for that yetā¦.
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From what I can tell, sex is all one big disaster.
Yeah, it can make you sick, crazy, poor, and sometimes it even kills you.
I guess weāre supposed to learn about sex from our mistakes?
Youād think theyād invent a better wayā¦.
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My mom encourages me to talk with her about sex and then freaks out when I ask her questions.
Sometime it seems like sexuality is something I should learn all about in order to be a mature, responsible, caring, healthy adult.
And sometimes I feel like itās a naughty nasty secret that weāre not supposed to know anything about.
Schizophrenia begins at homeā¦.
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Everywhere I turn, the subject of sex comes up.
I have so many questions that I really need to have answered.
I mean, I wanna be good, smart, and happy, and I really wish I could understand where sex fits into all of this.
(Looking sad) Everybodyās talking about sex, but nobodyās listeningā¦.
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If the subject of sex even comes up in my familyā¦
My mom gets embarrassed.
Mine gets mad.
My dad changes the subject.
Mine leaves.
I guess weāll just have to learn about sex from our friends and the internet.
Weāre twenty-first century kids trapped in nineteenth century families.
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ā¦and then, if you pray, millions of sperm fly like electricity through the air, andā¦
Are you sure thatās the way it works?
I think so, but my parents get all freaked out and embarrassed when I ask questions.
I guess sex is something weāre supposed to learn by trial and errorā¦.
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Sex seems to have something to do with being bad.
And with secret body parts.
And sneaking around.
And unwanted pregnancies.
And infections.
And even dying.
But it also seems to be about love and caring.
(They stare blankly at each other in silence.)
Well, I sure donāt get the connectionā¦.
No, I canāt see any connection eitherā¦..
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The kids on the playground all say that grownups, are like, you know, like dogs? They rub their thingys together until they make a baby?
Ooog. Disgusting. Thatās it? Thatās everything?
Yeah, thatās it.
Well, I guess we finally understand all about sex.
(in unison, depressed) What a bummer.
Yeah.
Bummer.
Yuck.
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I guess when weāre adults, weāll understand all about sex.
But for now, I hate it that I have so many questions and no one to ask.
My parents seem to know all about it, but they get all freaked out if I ask questions about it.
I wonder who they asked?
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Yāknow, between the four of us, we know a lot about sex.
Yeah, weāve learned so much from books, magazines, our music, parents, the internet, TV, and each other. I mean, how can we help it? Itās everywhere!
Well, it still seems all crazy and confusing to me. I wish we had someone who could answer our questionsā¦.
(in unison) Ms. Z!!!
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My mom says Ms. Z was a sexuality education nurse before she retired.
Yeah, Iāve known her since I was little.
Me too.
Sheās really nice.
My parents say we can ask her anything.
(They stare at each other in silence)
You first.
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What did Ms. Z do when you asked her your sex question?
Well, she answered it. She didnāt even act surprised, embarrassed, angry, or bossy. She seemed, actually, fine about it.
(They stare at each other, looking uncertain, in silence.)
Maybe sheās an alien.
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Was Ms. Z shocked that you knew something about sex?
No.
Was she mad that you were interested in it?
No.
Did she make you feel dumb?
No.
Or treat you like a little kid?
No.
Did she embarrass you?
No.
Did she answer your questions?
Yes.
Boy, we could sure use her on the school playground.
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Ms. Z says sex is about who you are as much as about what you do.
She says sex is about caring, communicating, and taking responsibility, as much as it is about genitals.
So what do you think?
Sounds very unlikely.
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Ms. Z answered that sex question I was wondering about for so long.
So now you understand all about sex.
Yeah.
Well, actually, to be perfectly honest, thereās a problem with having someone who will answer your sex questions for you.
What?
Now I have more questions.
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