It’s here. It’s colourful, sexy, and full of joy. A coming-of-age story that involves more coming than one might normally expect. 169 pages of pure 80s-themed nonsense, straight from the brain-parts of yours truly.
- Download as a zipped PDF (password is ‘reunited‘)
- Feel free to spread it around the internet
- Let me know what you think! Feedback here (or below)
- I can’t be bothered to release the PNG version as well, there must be online converters if you want another format, you can figure it out I’m sure xxx
I’d been meaning to finish this comic for a few years, it was one of the concepts that just sort of hung around in the first-scene-complete phase. Then when Tira Yugen released the RMFB comic with hints at Kal’s dad John, and John’s twin Daisy, I thought … yep that’ll work. So here it is! A 1983-based mayhem of sunkissed wonderment.
Enjoy it! Read it slowly, there’s lots in there!
… lots of silliness …
… plus it’s … you know. Pretty hot.
… hrrrrnnnkk?!
… also, this is the comic I had to totally rebuild thanks to La Femme (1) being a totally unusably crap 3D model! Nightmare.
Original:
Redone:
… yeah. I’m glad I persevered. It’s a great little comic, this. Well, I think it is anyway – let me know what you think!
<3
Oh yeah. Very nice. Though Mom did not get the attention she needed. Still, another awesome creation amongst many!
Thanks.
You’ll probably enjoy the 2nd comic, then
Noice! This could EASILY have been drawn out across many chapters, like Tira Yugen’s TRMFB. That said, I definitely enjoyed the plot compression to get to the sexy bits. Yup, fits this horny male to a T.
I had lots of cousins on both sides of the family (15 total), and it was strange how the girls dropped out of our play games right around puberty. It was like they took a different fork in the road that none of us guys saw coming. It took us a while to catch up, but they were way ahead of us by then.
Unfortunately, my puberty arrived paired with undiagnosed depression. Totally fucked me up, both inside and socially. That was in the late ’60s and early ’70s, so I was labeled as a “difficult teenager” and left to my own devices.
By the time I started high school, I just wanted to jump to graduation and skip everything in between. Yet, despite my depression and self-hatred, there were girls who gradually became friends, then totally confused me by hinting they wanted more. I ran away. Fast. Heedless of the hurt I left behind. Lust didn’t hold a candle against my absolute fear of real intimacy.
Though I didn’t start effective therapy until my late-30s, I did slowly develop coping mechanisms along the way. Some were ways to politely distance myself, but others were ways to get a little close, but not too close. By the early ’80s (and my mid-20s) my theme song finally arrived: Adam Ant’s “Desperate but not Serious”. That song always got me out onto the dance floor, no matter how much I’d rather stay in my corner with my beer.
That song (and others!) also made me some friends among the women I danced with. It’s like I was “safe”, but also sorta “flirty safe”. They let me exist in my awkwardness while I existed around them. Some enjoyed pushing me to my limits to see if I’d become “less safe”. Never happened. By that point I had come to cherish our “thing”, and would easily deny all my other urges to keep it.
(Though the hairdresser in our group who insisted on giving me a haircut nearly succeeded when she was rubbing her boobs all over my head and face during the shampoo. I motorboated her, and we both died laughing. Desperate but not Serious, indeed!)
As my mental health improved, so did my relationships. To the point where I was engaged twice! However, I couldn’t survive our living together, as my social battery would too easily be exhausted, and what followed would be its own torture of trial, error and loss, all done through all the love we could both bring to bear. We always parted friends. Best friends. Every time. For years and even decades. I photographed some of their weddings. I was the “Man of Honor” at one! I helped their kids study. I became the “family friend uncle” in the best and truest sense of that phrase.
I became the guy women trusted as their FWB. I am a friend and ally. I can get really close, but not too close. True love that is best with some separation. It took me decades to find this place, and for it to become enough for me.
And I’m really pissed that John got to that place with Daisy in a single comic!
loooove the hairdresser thing! Yes, my God, such a sexy and intimate thing, isn’t it, haircutting?! Yep. Relatable. Comic concept worthy NO! STOP IT, SINDY! ARGHHH
And yes I could’ve easily stretched this one to 5,6 comics, but heck I’ve got better things to do and I don’t really want to lock into more bloody enormous comic series; nobody seems to realise how much of my time they take! So yep it’s this compressed format from now on 🙂
And there’s no bad thing about being a friend and ally to women. Just as it’s no bad thing for women to be friends and allies to men; it’s everyone who does NOT do so that I feel sorry for. Only equals can be friends, and that includes between the sheets imo; great sex is only ever between equals, all the rest is performance.
Man, now I want to see what happens with the mom. Another great comic.
Yeah. Part 2?
Is there a please in there somewhere?
Please, with cherries on top… of nipples. 😛
Thank you, Rhys; see now that didn’t take too much, did it? Are you paying attention, boys? Good boys get nipples, naughty boys get nowt.
Oh wow, I didn’t know that you were actually going to make a second comic that’s amazing. Thank you for all of your work. What drives you to do this, if you don’t mind me asking?
Very nice. I love your work.
Thank You
A great story. A true labor of love!
Please don’t hesitate to share more of your talent
Dear Mr Palmer, I shall not hesitate.
Excellent comic as always. Flowing and snappy dialogue with realistic awkwardness. Boobies. Great character chemistry. Humorous and fun story. Boobies.
I like to write novels (some of an elicit nature ‘nudge nudge, wink wink’) and hope one day my stories can become as well liked as yours (or at least bring some ‘relief’). I don’t have the brain compacity to use 3D software (nor a low moral standard to use AI ‘barf!’) but you have given me some inspiration for some future work. If I can, I would like send a sample of my work, to see what you think and what needs to be improved.
Anyway in honour of the 60th Anniversary of a much loved Sci-Fi show; ‘I have been and always shall be your reader.’
BOOBIES!
Ah thank you my dear fellow Writer. As with most things it is perhaps a combination of (1) practice and (2) vulnerability – that second one always comes at a bit of a cost and so I’d encourage any person looking at their own art to try and dive in that direction, no matter the quality of what comes out! Glad you like my dialogue, I’m lucky with that as I don’t really know any other way to write other than in an unfiltered stream of reasonably lewd consciousness!!
Ps. boobies
You’ve outdone yourself, Sindy. Again! And as always.
Such a good read. And BOOBIES!
Dear Sindy,
What a lovely introductory chapter, thank you for that!
I think it deserves at least a second one, just to elaborate on what unfolds between John and his mother.
So many ways to make this awkwardly delicious!
Daisy directing, John’s going to drive mummy crazy, dissolving her barriers one at a time, until she can’t help it no more. With boobies along the way and… more bOObies later.
Ah don’t worry the second one’s nearly there 🙂
PS. boobies
Great story as always. wish my work was as good as this.
the dialogue, the characters, the story. and, of course, the reason we read such works. The ‘nudge nudge, wink wink’ 😉
Plus: B00bies!!!
Was not sure my first post got through. Please ignore this
Yeah I wondered about that. eah don’t worry about it.
Wow, dear Sindy,
There is always so much *love* in everything you do !!
The intensity, the reality, the emotional rush of this newest of your artworks makes it feel like a memory, as if it has actually happened to me… the way I would love it to have, obviously.
The Paradise you came up with there both gives me the feeling of having lost and – or – missed something unvaluable, as well as it reminds me that there actually is – certainly HAS been – that kind of joy in the world, in our lives as well.
The fantasy, or maybe more correctly: the dream of, the deep wish for (re-)uniting with a perfect mirror of ourselves is hardly achievable in the challenging reality of this world ; I think, thought, that you show it so lively to us that we might feel less alone, experiencing such an intense and familiar depiction by somoene ELSE of what we didn’t even know or remember we were wishing for.
So much words, just to say how much I’m in awe of this new gift you made for us.
Lots of love and fire on your way onwards 😉
Aww thanks Fedor, what a gorgeous comment. Yes reuniting with that mirror is a deeper theme here which is more spelled out in the 2nd comic, so well done for feeling that undercurrent already. ‘That we might feel less alone’ I think is a great symptom of any vulnerable writing because we are so human if only we’d unmask a little that ‘less alone’ feeling will always happen! Thank you 🙂
Just random thoughts as I read the comic:
Incredible placement on the mother interrupting them! I was just as shocked and upset as they were!
That John Travolta pose… I had to stop reading for a moment and 🤣🤣🤣 Great comedic timing out of nowhere!
I realized I was a long time SAJ fan when the comic mentioned Spandau’s Gold and I just automatically popped over to YT and put it on while reading the rest. There wasn’t even a blurb telling me to do that.
Anyone try converting the PDF to PNGs? The PDF is about half a gig. I went to some website and split all the pages out and zipped it and it zips up to over ELEVEN GIGS! Adobe has some serious compression algorithm going on there.
Came to comment on your latest comic and the site was down! The whiplash of happiness after reading that comic to sadness…