egypturnash | retrospective: decade (Reply)

So what did I do from 2000 to 2010? In roughly chronological order...

I started working at Spümcø somewhere around the summer of 2000. Sometime over the next year I got to a point where I could honestly and humbly say that I was probably one of the ten best people in the world at the arcanities of Flash animation.
I finally pried my cold dead Amiga from my hands and shifted to Macs.
I discovered Adobe Illustrator.
I started my gender transition.
I killed off Peganthyrus, the muck character who was part of my run-up transition. This lasted about three years.
I moved to San Francisco.
I burnt out on Flash animation.
I burnt out on mucking.
I sold all my videogame equipment and vowed to stop giving my life to anything but the most amazing games.
I attempted to move to New Orleans and got pretty much all my stuff destroyed when Katrina hit three days after I got there.
I moved to Boston and started my relationship with Kin and Rik.
I started smoking pot. There were a few brief encounters with E and LSD as well but they haven't become a regular feature of my life.
I drew about 300 pieces of art, judging by what's on my site. I feel like there should have been a lot more but I'm not going to beat myself up over it.
This art included an entire Tarot deck.
I started letting the part of my brain that insists that magic works do things predicated on that. I'm still not sure which layers of reality this belief is true on.
I had my first gallery show.
I went to my grandmother's funeral and came out to the remainder of my family down in New Orleans.
I started a comic book with Kin that I'll be doing until 2011 or so, with sequels planned that I might finish by the end of the next decade.
I created an anagrammatic alias who draws insane fetish art for money. If you know who she is please don't mention the connection anywhere Googleable.
I started going to cons and making enough to cover the trip.
I started mucking again.
I finished my gender transition. Or at least that's what the darkest corners of the back of my brain tell me. I still have a cock and it doesn't matter to me or my husbands in the least.

Next decade? I dunno. Find publishers for that deck, finish Absinthe, start other comics (I have about a half dozen things waiting; most are collaborations with Kin, and I really hope that most of them won't be as obsessively drawn as Absinthe has been). Move to Seattle. Possibly buy a house with a few other people once we sell my grandmother's place.