New year, new US (Patreon)

Holy fuck. Last night was such a weirdly emotional night. Over the weekend, I spent about 35 hours signing prints so they could be shipped out on Monday because postage is going up again tomorrow. What’s frustrating is that I didn’t know postage was going up—so if I had just dropped them off tomorrow, not a single one (of the hundreds) would have been mailed due to insufficient postage.

Like… can you fucking imagine that? After all of this—after my print company went out of business, after my shoulder injury made signing properly impossible, after half my prints didn’t even make it to me, after Canada Post went on strike—AFTER ALL OF THAT, the prints would just get thrown in the trash because they were stamped wrong???

Anyway, I got them done on time, and it will all work out. But it was still so emotional, knowing that I just sent my last large order of prints. Change scares the ever-loving shit out of me, and knowing that I’m going to stop doing something I started 7 years ago feels so weird. It’s hard to put into words how I feel. I literally cried after mailing my prints, and I know that’s so stupid.

Patreon has been my entire life for 7 years, and I’ve basically been doing it exactly the same way all this time. This January marks a new way forward, and while I’m hesitant that people won’t like it, I know it’s the only way to help me fall back in love with making costumes and art. As I’m writing this, I’m realizing I’d be better off making a video, so I think I’ll leave this for now and do that in January.

One thing I want to let you all know before we dive into the new year is that the rewards ARE changing, so please go take a look at the tier levels to see what’s going on. If you’re too lazy (like me), here’s the gist: physical prints are gone, and I’ve replaced them with some other things. The Batcave will now be part of Snapchat, and the $2 tier is gone. (If you’re part of the $2 tier, you can stay, but no one new can join.)

So yeah, I’m very tired, I’m not going to make it to midnight, but I’m so fucking grateful for the amazing year I had. I’m excited (and very scared) to see what 2025 brings. Happy New Year, everyone! Love you all, and despite my shitty attitude, I am genuinely excited to kick 2025’s ass.