The Life of Lou Project

I’m happy to share a project I’ve been working on over the course of the past couple months, all dedicated to Louis Sullivan. Lou was one of the most important figures in transgender history, and his activist work is why we separate gender identity and sexual orientation today. He’s also one of my personal heroes.

The Life of Lou Project aims to trace his life from birth to death, and collect all of his published writings. Future goals include creating a geographical and relationship map based on his letters and postcards, transcribing key diary entries, and keeping an archive of all the newsletters for FTM International, the support group Lou founded.

For now, I have collected his works from Metamorphosis Magazine and GPU News, as well as two of the three editions of Information for the Female-to-Male Crossdresser and Transsexual. I also have made a timeline of his early life, with timelines for his transition and later life oncoming.

This project was initially a semester-long assignment for a class I’m taking, but I intend on working on this for the long term. Please give it a look!

Exciting News!

Oh wow, this update has been a long time coming. Rest assured that I haven’t forgotten this website; the Art page has gotten a load of new pieces for your viewing pleasure, and I have also made additional (minor) edits to the About page.

But more importantly–and far more excitingly–I’m delighted and honored to announce that my short story, “Rovers,” will be published in the upcoming book Trans-Galactic Bike Ride, edited by Lydia Rogue and published by Elly Blue Publishing. The next step will be to Kickstart the book, though the team will also respect and support Kickstarter United’s ongoing fight, too. There will be more information on that later! For now, here’s the cover of the book–it looks awesome. And here’s a little about “Rovers,” as well:

“Rovers” follows Fetch, a courier in a post-apocalyptic world. In his dangerous but critical job, he rides lonely roads between Communities, avoiding hyperstorms, raiders, and the mutants that stalk the night. He sticks to himself, preferring the solitude to biking for days with someone who doesn’t get him. Then, while out on a job, he meets Den–an injured man in need of a lift to the scaffolds of civilization. Fetch hates cliches, but he soon realizes that meeting Den will change his life forever.

Once the Kickstarter launches, I’ll publish an excerpt from “Rovers” for y’all to check out.

As always, thank you for checking in, and take care!

– Marc

Art page added

It’s been a very long time since I’ve updated this site or posted anything; part of the reason is because my personal life has been very busy. I’m still writing and drawing, but the vast majority of what I’ve made has been traditional, and my scanner is on the fritz. 

That said, I still made an art page to make myself a little more accountable to this site in particular. The link to my off-site gallery is still available, so I’m being more selective in what I post here. Anyway, you’re welcome to view my art by clicking this link, or using the navigation bar up top. 

The Collector, pt. 3

During the night, Rokag saw her parents vanish for seemingly no reason. In her panic, she shouted while she searched for them, but nobody answered except her neighbor, Tabris. Knowing far more about the Fair Folk and their ways, he takes it upon himself to navigate the other side with Rokag, and help her find her family.

This is a modern alternative universe about Finn, Agrat, Rokag, and Tabris. It’s a longer one, so it’s posted in three separate parts.

Word Count: ~5300 (of ~13,500)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

In the morning, Tabris walked over to Rokag’s home and rang the doorbell. Inside, she snored softly. Only after did it ring a second time did Jacques perk up, stare at the door with concern, and jump off. The tinkling of the bell on his collar disturbed Rokag from her dream, and she opened her eyes. Then, without thinking, she sat up and tossed her comforter aside. She checked her parents’ room, and saw that they hadn’t yet returned. With a frown, she realized that this would be more difficult than she imagined.

Once she pulled on a hoodie, she answered the door. There stood Tabris, wearing his usual clothing—save for a leather wristband with a flat piece of iron shaped like an oak leaf, and a silver ring on his thumb.

“Ready to go?” she said.


Buy me a coffee?

The link to my Ko-Fi account has been on my Links page for some time now, but I think it’s worth its own post here. If you enjoy my work and would like to support me, consider sending $3 my way! I also take small commissions via this method–if you buy three coffees ($9) for me, I’ll draw a black and white headshot of whatever character you want. Just be sure to include a link to a visual reference of some sort in your message to me, as well as a way to contact you. All headshots will be posted there when I’m finished.

As always, thank you for your continued support!

The Collector, pt. 2

Rokag notices that her fathers have been behaving peculiarly for days. Each morning they wake up exhausted, as if they’ve been out all night, but neither recall doing anything but sleeping. They snap at each other, things go missing, semiprecious stones accumulate, and her parents smell of tobacco, though neither of them smoke. At a loss, Rokag tries to get through her day-to-day life.

This is a modern alternative universe about Finn, Agrat, Rokag, and Tabris. It’s a longer one, so it’s posted in three parts.

Word Count: ~3700 (of ~13,500)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None

Rokag returned much later that evening. Her basketball practice got finished late, and by the time she got home, Finn and Agrat were already there. As soon as she saw their cars parked in the driveway, he tightened her jaw and steeled herself. She walked only the slightest bit slower, preferring to lengthen her time between arriving at home in the bus stop and actually walking into the front door. She touched the hood of Agrat’s car, then Finn’s. Both were still warm. As she approached, she braced herself for loud, angry voices, but heard none.