Cory Strode: The Wrong People
As of today, 27 March 2021, I am in possession of allegations by two third-party sources that Cory Strode has repeatedly lied to or misled others about the details of our relationship(s) such as how we met, when we met, where we met, whether we were intimate, etc. He has also been making defamatory statements about my professional reputation as a comics creator. The comment below was privately-messaged by Mr. Strode to one of the concerned third-parties when they asked him about me. The third-party’s messages to me follow in screenshots below.
Mr. Strode knows that I prefer to stay indie/self-published. I do not want “gigs,” have never pursued “gigs,” I turn down almost all commission requests, and in the past two years I have turned down offers to be included in comic anthologies, work as an inker, and even illustrate a children’s book. I would much rather work a day job than pour all my blood and sweat into other people’s material. Making art is too intimate a process for me to do work-for-hire. His statement is a lie.
Disparaging someone with then-undiagnosed ADHD for having trouble making deadlines and finishing projects, when you know that person is actively struggling to improve themselves, is also a great look. I suspected I had ADHD in 2015. Due to Cory Strode positioning himself as my “unconditionally loving” caretaker, and his education in psychology, when he told me I did not have ADHD I dropped it. Almost four years passed before I finally got medication and treatment.
Publicly, he refuses to acknowledge or engage in any subject having to do with me, presenting himself as “above the fray” regarding controversy or drama.
Mr. Strode with me on 16 May 2015, the night before MSP Comicon 2015.
Cory Strode less than an hour before he scolds me like a child about my once-per-month, if even that, and special occasion cigarillo/cigar smoking.
Privately, he lies about his personal history with me, and uses the “abuse does not matter because she’s craAaAazy” defense to undermine my credibility.
Mr. Strode with me on 17 May 2015, while in his personal vehicle.
Cory Strode driving to MSP Comicon 2015 with his little “fixer-upper.”
One of these third-parties has provided validation of what I already suspected, that Cory Strode was actively disseminating the “Veritas” page. This lines up with the documentation I have provided of the “Veritas” Facebook page showing up in the “recommended pages” connected to Mr. Strode’s podcast Facebook page.
To be absolutely, 100% perfectly, unambigiously clear:
It is my personal opinion that Mr. Strode deploys his over-the-top helpfulness, “empathy,” and “nice guy” persona to manipulate the individuals in his orbit for the purposes of creating attachment and inflating his own ego. Based on his own admissions to me over the years, he has a pattern of dating younger women, and women in vulnerable positions, who are highly likely to be or become dependent on him. I was one of those women. When I queried about his dating habits at one point, his response was that he “doesn’t discriminate based on age.” Mr. Strode is an insufferable braggart who fancies himself a great altruist, while harbouring resentment toward anyone who expresses insufficient gratitude toward him.
Mr. Strode with me on 11 June 2016, after having lunch at the Hi-Lo Diner.
Cory Strode almost exactly one month before violating the safety and sanctity of my home and intimate spaces, leaving me feeling raped and traumatized.
My personal relationship with Mr. Strode began long-distance over the Internet, when I was 18 and he was in his mid-30s. Mr. Strode has a Bachelor’s degree in psychology, and was aware at that time of my abusive childhood, miserable home situation, and emotional/psychological instability. He enthusiastically took a flight to Houston, where I lived with my family, in 1999 to see me in person and have physical/sexual contact with me. In 2000 he “helped” me “escape” by temporarily moving me into his home in Chaska where, being on my own for the first time and scared, we briefly resumed our sexual relationship. It is my personal opinion that, deliberately or not, Mr. Strode took advantage of my loneliness, naivete, and lack of life experience to amuse and gratify himself. I was visibly more immature and impulsive than my peers in my teens and early 20s. I was finally diagnosed with ADHD and Autism Spectrum Disorder at age 39 and 40, respectively.
In the months leading up to and following my return to Minnesota in 2015, Mr. Strode continually over-stepped personal boundaries with favours and gifts, used excessive fawning and flattery to manipulate me, made me uncomfortable with his obvious attraction to and sexual desire for me, deliberately got me intoxicated in situations where I would be reliant on him, latched onto my resurgent comics career and personal progress as a mechanism to congratulate himself, made me feel like his personal “show pony” at conventions and events, allegedly lied about my past and our relationship history to mutual friends, and groomed me into a state of debilitating anxiety and learned helplessness. When he finally went too far by “cleaning up my apartment” and left me feeling raped, traumatized, and unsafe in my own home, and in my personal opinion I no longer served my purpose to make him feel better about himself, he discarded me.
Mr. Rider and Mr. Strode with me on 10 October 2015, at MSP Fallcon 2015.
MSP Fallcon 2015: Joe Rider (left) staring at my breasts while Cory Strode (right) makes kissy faces at me. My eye makeup is smeared from crying/drinking.
Mr. Strode continued churning out podcasts while I struggled to recover.
My attempts to address with Mr. Strode my feelings of being taken advantage of and violated by him have resulted in denial, minimization, and gaslighting.
Speaking to others and writing about my experiences with Mr. Strode has made me the target of abuse, defamation, harassment, mockery, and threats from Joe Rider, Stephanie Cofell, and anonymous others. In November of 2020, Stephanie Cofell threatened me with a civil lawsuit and/or criminal action, falsely accusing me of lying, falsely accusing me of fabricating the abusive messages written by her that I posted in my previous #MeToo blog, and attempting to silence me regarding the inappropriate nature of Mr. Strode and Mr. Rider’s actions.
You can read more in my previous #MeToo blog about Douglas Paszkiewicz.
Fears for my personal safety resulting from the “Jin Wicked Veritas” pages triggered disruption and a profound decrease in my quality of life, including the loss of a stable, well-paid job that made accommodations for my disabilities and scheduling requirements as a convention exhibitor. As an autistic person, stability is essential to my ability to function successfully, and I have never fully recovered from the loss of that job. The injury to my emotional, psychological, and physical health caused by the actions of Cory Strode, Stephanie Cofell, Joe Rider, and others has exacerbated the symptoms of my disabilities, deteriorated my ability to generate income through my self-employed activity, and derailed progress on my personal goals. I have suffered damage to my professional reputation as both a direct result of defamatory statements made about me, and an indirect result of my reduced ability to function. I have wasted countless uncompensated hours dealing with all this, including documentation, filing police reports, changing my locks, seeking new employment, and ultimately having to locate a lawyer and obtain legal counsel. I am exploring my options in regards to these losses.
Mr. Rider and Mr. Strode with me on 15 May 2016, at MSP Comicon 2016. Mr. Rider coaxes me to sit on his lap, while Mr. Strode declares his envy.
Mr. Rider and Mr. Strode with me on 15 May 2016, at MSP Comicon 2016. Dancing at the close of their “livestreaming” for 15 hours. Mr. Rider touches me while I am dancing. Pay close attention to how Mr. Strode looks at me, especially around the 1:40 mark, and the look he gives the camera afterward. Now imagine being looked at this way all the time, every time you see this person, when you are simply trying to be a good friend. Imagine being looked at this way this while you eat. While you shop. While you do anything. Imagine having any paper you so much as scribble on be instantly scooped up like it belongs in a museum.
Imagine not being able to have a “bad day” without this person badgering you with messages asking what they can do for you. Imagine not being able to say a single “negative” thing about yourself without this person correcting you. Imagine being suffocated by adulation about how beautiful, creative, special, and talented you are until it becomes meaningless. Imagine this person informing you that you “need” to be loved unconditionally, and he has promised himself that he would be the one to love you. Imagine this person maneuvering himself into becoming your caretaker, manager, and therapist, constantly “helping” you by “explaining” who you are, what is wrong with you, why you do things, and what you should do.
Imagine this person mentioning how good he is at sex at every opportunity.
Imagine this person egging you on to drink alcohol at every opportunity.
Imagine all of this while feeling, subconsciously, that this person arranged a situation where you were completely dependent on him, and then exploited it to parade you around and have sex with you, while you were barely an adult and he knew you were ridiculously vulnerable. Imagine being a confused, frightened, and painfully-sheltered 19 year-old autistic girl with no experience living on her own, or even experience with a real adult relationship, suddenly given flowers, gifts, and “kindness,” and unsure how to respond. Imagine this person, a mid-30s age man, being sexually attracted to that level of immaturity. Imagine your clearest memory of living with this person being how astonished he was with your ability to cleanly-shave your crotch bald using a disposable razor. Imagine, twenty years later, this person “kindly” sharing that he forgave you long ago for saying “mean things” when you quit speaking; i.e. that you felt taken advantage of by him in the past. Imagine this person telling you over and over how much he cares.
Imagine, somehow, for some reason, finding yourself apologizing to him.
Imagine this person letting himself into your home while you are at work all day, without your knowledge or consent; cooking food you do not want, doing cleaning you do not want, misplacing things, handling your bedding, handling your laundry including your dirty underwear, leaving love letters and mints on your pillows.
Imagine this person, who claims to “unconditionally love” you, discarding you like a piece of trash when you confront him about his behaviour. Imagine this person then trying to secretly destroy you, rather than acknowledge the reality of what he has done and admit any wrongdoing. Imagine having an ego that fragile.
These men do not find me “craAaAazy” when I do what they want.
With regards to “proof,” there are references to “cows on the highway” in episodes of the “Kray Z Comics and Stories” podcast that I appeared in. Those “jokes” are about Mr. Strode’s trip to Houston, Texas, in 1999. There were cows that had wandered onto and blocked part of the feeder lanes on the Gulf Freeway (I-45) while he was travelling to his hotel in the Webster/Clear Lake area, south of the Houston metro, from the airport. I lied to my parents about seeing “The Matrix” twice in a row to explain the time I spent in Mr. Strode’s hotel room.
“The Matrix” was released on 31 March 1999, and appears to have run a little over two months. Based on statements from a friend who moved out-of-state in April, and when I started working at the Michael’s on Bay Area Blvd, that would place Mr. Strode’s romantic visit to me most likely in early May. Approximately two months after I turned 19 years-old. He was 34 or 35 years-old.
While he was visiting me, I took Mr. Strode to the Half Price Books off E NASA Pkwy, which, if I remember correctly, was located in the older shopping centre on FM 270/Egret Bay Blvd at that time. I also took him to an IHOP in the same area, which seems to have moved as well. There is a Motel 6 that appears to have its main office in a shuttered IHOP building, next to the Waffle House at 959 NASA Road 1. This trip was when Mr. Strode learned that Waffle House is “a real place,” and not a fictional restaurant created for movies and television. I believe he has made comments about this on the “Kray Z Comics and Stories” podcast.
I am still friends with the man (only a few years older than me) that I began dating after “breaking up” with Mr. Strode, a month or two after his visit, in 1999. He recalls being concerned when I told him about my relationship with Mr. Strode. It was common for me to engage in magical thinking during that time of my life. When I “broke up” with Mr. Strode, I told him that the new man had “poisoned” me with his kiss. Mr. Strode was undeniably aware of how immature I was.
At some point in 1999, Cory Strode’s “Weekly News Update” mailing list was hijacked by a person calling himself “The Demon Etrigan.” This happened because Mr. Strode sent the emails from standard email software, with all of the recipients as CCs, not BCCs. The messages were somewhat threatening and Mr. Strode was quite distressed. Though this person was utilizing an “anonymous” Yahoo! email address, through the email headers I was able to trace the IP address of origin back to the individual’s place of employment and ultimately identify him.
At some point in 1999, Mr. Strode gifted me with a copy of the Playstation instruction booklet for Final Fantasy VI personalized with my name and sketched on by Yoshitaka Amano. I still have this. Mr. Strode bragged that to get it, he had to first mail the booklet to Neil Gaiman, who then mailed to Yoshitaka Amano in Japan, who then returned it to Neil Gaiman, who then returned it to Mr. Strode. I had no idea who Neil Gaiman was, or why Mr. Strode bragged about him.
After Mr. Strode “helped” me “escape” to Minnesota in early 2000, I went with him several times to the Hot Comics owned by Joe Rider, on White Bear Ave. Mr. Rider paid me in cash, under the table, to help bag and board comic books. I was also given the imported “Captain Harlock” and “Queen Emeraldas” action figures, issued by Jesnet in 1998, upon request. One third-party, who recalled seeing me at Hot Comics in 2000, made a comment to me in 2018 about my obnoxiously childish behaviour back then. I can draw an approximate floor plan of the store, which was long-closed by the time I returned to Minnesota in 2015. Immediately to the right of the entrance was the check-out counter, and the opposite corner to the left was furnished with couches and/or large chairs. There was a television up on top of a cabinet or shelving, which they used to watch Dennis Miller stand-up comedy or wrestling videos. There was a Taco Bell nearby where Mr. Strode purchased food; I was surprised to see them accept a personal cheque.
The exact circumstances and location of this memory are somewhat hazy, but I think this occurred one evening after spending the day at Hot Comics. Mr. Strode took me out to a restaurant with a large group of people, mostly older men. Joe Rider might have been with us. The group was situated at a long table. There was one black man in the group, and Mr. Strode goaded me into asking him, “[NAME], what is a Nubian?” in a toddler-like voice. I had not heard that word before, and no one would tell me what it meant beforehand. Everyone laughed uproariously, except for the black man, who chuckled and sighed. I was uncertain of what I had done, but I felt bad. I have been told by a friend that this question was one of Mr. Strode’s favourite quotes from the movie “Chasing Amy.” I believe that I have identified the black man. The restaurant could be Best Steak House.
Though I am still searching documents to identify the wedding that Mr. Strode took me to as his +1, I remember the first name of the woman, and very vaguely what she looked like. She was an acquaintance or friend of Mr. Strode’s; possibly a coworker. Part of what motivated me to move to Minnesota was the assurance from Mr. Strode that this woman would be able to help me have my art displayed in a gallery setting. The wedding was held in a large, extravagant home, and Mr. Strode made sure to point out the framed Salvidor Dalí sketches hanging in the stairwell. They were either original artwork or signed lithographs.
Mr. Strode drove a Geo Metro hatchback, which he referred to as a “pregnant roller skate.” My mental image of the car is dark navy blue or hunter green.
Mr. Strode often bragged about shopping at The J. Peterman Company.
Mr. Strode took me out for brunch at the Hotel Sofitel Minneapolis, where he talked at length about Brie. A third-party might have met with us there.
Mr. Strode took me to, most likely, M. Elizabeth Salon for a haircut. The interior is familiar, and I remember them selling products that began with the letter “A.”
Mr. Strode took me to a comedy club; most likely ACME Comedy Company.
Mr. Strode took me to a Nine Inch Nails concert at the Target Center on 17 Apr 2000. I am still trying to locate my ticket stub, but our seats were on the upper level and to the left of the stage. I would guess in the 208-210 sections.
I am still friends with the man (also only a few years older than me) I began a three-year relationship with while I was living in Minneapolis. Prior to his arrival, I disclosed to him my bizarre and uncomfortable sexual encounters with Mr. Strode while I was briefly living in his home. He also saw the photos that Mr. Strode took of me while I wore lingerie in a Walmart and, I believe, Chaska City Square Park. Along with images of me playing video games while sitting on Mr. Strode’s living room floor with my bare ass exposed, these are the photos which Mr. Strode made a “joke” about keeping to masturbate with after we were no longer intimate. I tried for many years to pretend that none of it happened.
I can describe Mr. Strode’s naked body, genitals, and other details of a more intimate nature, if it becomes necessary to ascertain my truthfulness.
I have an employment record from the period I lived in Minnesota in 2000, photographs, and multiple third-parties that I have remained friends with since that time. I am incapable of keeping secrets, and I have told many, many, many people about my experiences with Mr. Strode over the past twenty years. None of the events have ever changed; only my understanding of them as I grew older, gained more life experience, and reconnected with Mr. Strode at age 34.
Mr. Rider on 12 March 2018, making my trauma into a running joke.
Krayz Joe Rider being an unrepentant asshole.
Joe Rider has made “mints on pillows” jokes as recently as 8 March 2021.
Cory Strode’s other frequent podcast co-host and the illustrator of his webcomic, Daniel Mohr, sexually assaulted a woman on stage with his puppet in August of 2019. He was forced to apologize after arguing with witnesses about it.
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My diagnoses are, according to the therapist I began seeing in early 2019:
Autism Spectrum Disorder, High-Functioning
Major Depressive Disorder, Recurrent Episode, Severe
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Unspecified
I have no history of self-injurious behaviours such as cutting or actual suicide attempts. I have no history of violence except for an isolated “meltdown” incident in response to relentless psychological and verbal abuse from my parents when I was 14 years-old, where I never intended to harm anyone, and ultimately no one was physically harmed. I have no history of criminality beyond allegedly “rolling” through a stop sign once, and if memory serves, one or two speeding tickets.
I am able to form secure, stable attachments with healthy individuals. I have many lifelong friends. I am on cordial terms with almost all of my past romantic partners. I was with my ex-husband for twelve years, and ours was an amicable divorce that did not even require a lawyer. I have been with my current partner for almost five years, except for a few hiccups due to his ex-girlfriend and employment issues. I do not seem to experience “envy” or “jealousy.”
My developmental disorders do not make me crazy, dangerous, or unhinged. Nor do they excuse or justify the abusive, hateful, exploitative, and sadistic ways in which I have been treated. They do not invalidate my claims or experiences.
The truth is the truth, even when it makes someone uncomfortable.
Over the course of my life, I have done well adapting and consciously learning to navigate social situations. But I am at an extreme disadvantage when I encounter novel situations and personality types that I have no experience with. This made me easy prey for the self-serving efforts of Mr. Strode and Mr. Paszkiewicz.
While my continued attempts to contact Douglas Paszkiewicz after our breakup may technically meet the definition of “stalking,” the content of my messages and the motivation behind them was inconsistent with typical stalking. I honestly did not understand how my messages could be viewed as threatening. A phone call from a police officer, or even a conversation from one of our mutual friends whom I trusted, to help me understand that Mr. Paszkiewicz was frightened of me would have given me the perspective needed to change my behaviour. I have evidence that Mr. Paszkiewicz was monitoring this blog and my social media, prolonging my confusion and distress. Mr. Paszkiewicz did nothing, as far as I know, to address the situation for almost three years, even sending mixed signals by accepting my money and mailing me extra gift items. Mr. Paszkiewicz only “spoke out” when I finally wised up to him, told him he cannot control me, and said I was done.
I am truly sorry for the pain I have caused Mr. Paszkiewicz. I can sense he is someone who struggles and suffers greatly. Indeed, that is why I tried so hard to reach him in the first place. But his accusations against me read like the temper-tantrum of a man angry that his private attention-spigot ran dry. His scornful blog post and the “Veritas” pages felt like bait designed to reel me back in. Ms. Cofell and Mr. Strode then inserted themselves to avenge their own grievances.
The judgements of cowards and liars are merely farts in a windstorm.
I am in the process of writing my complete and exhaustive autobiography, including the details of my intimate relationship with Mr. Strode, and assembling the definitive timeline of my life with documentation and independent verification whenever possible. I will not allow other people to attempt to tell me who and/or what I am any longer. This is something I must do for my own health. Thank you for your patience while I am working on this difficult but necessary project.
Please email me if you have any additional information about Cory Strode.
Cory Strode is also known online as Cory!! Strode, Solitaire Rose, Uncle Rat Bastard, and is the self-proclaimed “Best-Dressed Man in Comics.”
Update 28 March 2021: Below is what another ex-mutual-friend recalls being told by Cory Strode regarding my personal history and past relationship(s) with him.
I was born in Texas and lived in Minnesota for roughly a year in 2000, as written previously. When I left Minnesota, I briefly attempted to live in Buffalo, NY, due to its proximity to Toronto, ON. I was unable to find a job there and, running out of money, I returned to Texas in 2001. I was in a relationship with a Canadian man living in Toronto for approximately two more years after returning to Texas.
My relationship with my ex-husband began in September of 2003. I ended my friendship with Cory Strode the first time around 2008-2009 (I am still working to narrow/verify this), after a particularly loathsome run of Cory making derogatory and ignorant “jokes” about people from the southern US. At 28 or 29 years old, this was also when I first attempted to confront him about the inappropriateness of our past sexual relationship. My ex-husband and I did not get married until 2010. Everything that Cory Strode allegedly says about me here is a lie.
Update 30 March 2021: «« CONTENT WARNING »» I have published a roughly-written, full timeline of my relationship(s) with Cory Strode over on my personal Facebook account for the time being. «« CONTENT WARNING »»
Here is the “sanitized” version of the events described in detail at the link above. It was published in January of 2017, before I was subjected to years of additional abuse and re-tramautization. Note that I mention the “blacklist” and “burning bridges” comments made by Stephanie to me, and the reference to Steve.
2000: Photo of me in Minneapolis by Jon Heller at “Cory’s” coffee shop.
2000: Photo of me in Minneapolis by Jon Heller at graffiti I spotted w/Cory.
2016-07-13: Blog published trying to accept/rationalize what Cory did.
2016-08-11: Facebook post referencing being free of Cory’s influence.
2016-08-15: Facebook post referencing re-cleaning/re-washing everything.
2016-08-16: Facebook post referencing re-cleaning/re-washing everything.
2016-10-03: Blog published referencing statements made by Cory and Douglas.
2016-10-20: Artwork posted illustrating the trauma inflicted on me by Cory.
2016-12-26: Facebook post responding to Stephanie’s DM after she blocked me.
2016-12-26: Blog published responding to Cory’s and Stephanie’s abuse.
2017-01-03: Facebook post referencing (#33) how Cory treated me.
2017-01-24: Facebook post regarding my relationship with Cory.
2017-11-25: Facebook post referencing destroying Cory’s dinner table.
2019-05-17: Artwork I gifted to Cory, purchased back at MCBA charity sale.
Update 01 April 2021: What even is this life?
Update 03 April 2021: Documentation regarding LionCon in Saint Cloud, MN.
The arrangements for this event were made prior to Mr. Strode “cleaning up my apartment” for me, which occured on 10 July 2016. This event took place on 27 August 2016. I made a request to the convention management to have my booth moved as far away from Mr. Strode’s as possible, but I was told that the floor plan was finalized and changes could not be made. I do not “no show” events. I made the decision to tough it out. I did not expect Mr. Strode to accost me, or make Al and myself unwilling participants in his “livestreaming” activities all day.
Cory Strode, Stephanie Cofell, and her husband playing board games and forcing me to be in the background of their livestream after Cory “apologized” to me.
Al notices the camera at the 13:00 mark, waves to the camera at the 24:00 mark, and says something to me around the 28:00 mark. At around 30 seconds in, Al moves his body to block me from view of the camera, and the customer at my table looks over at Mr. Strode when we comment on what they are doing.
This occurs a short time after Mr. Strode physically approached me at the pipe-and-drape between our booths, blubbering and sobbing in a mocking non-apology for his inappropriate relationship with me when I was a teenager and invasion of my home, causing me to exit the show floor and become physically ill.
Below is the private message that Stephanie Cofell sent me twice, to both my personal and business page inbox, about four months later when I “unfriended” her on Facebook. She blocked my personal account before I even had a chance to respond. I responded to her allegations of lying about my age publicly here at the time, I responded to her other comments more generally in this blog post, and I mentioned the “blacklist” and “burning bridges” comments here in 2017.
This is one of the messages that I have been falsely accused of “faking.”
Message originally sent 26 December 2016. Video recorded on 06 November 2020. I added a dummy Facebook account as an admin to my business page to record this, since Ms. Cofell has blocked my personal account. This person has not only treated me abusively, but threatened to sue me for revealing it.
Update 03 April 2021: Documentation regarding my history with Cory Strode.
Me at age 18, in my childhood bedroom, where I lived until Cory Strode “helped” me move to Minnesota. What I looked like around the time he met me online, as a mid-30s age, college-educated man. Surrounded by fantasy books, games, and toys. I was about 10 years old when Mr. Strode’s son was born, and 11 years old when he divorced from his wife. His son is closer to my age than he is.
“Thunder” 7″ × 5″ coloured pencil on toned textured paper. If I remember correctly, Cory Strode told me his parents liked wolves. This was drawn, framed by me while working at the Michael’s on Bay Area Blvd (when I began custom framing), and then mailed to him/them as a gift. File dated 19 May 1999.
Me at age 20, at the Michael’s in Richfield, MN. Shortly before I would load everything I own in a U-Haul truck and drive it to Buffalo, NY, during a blizzard.
Cory Strode in a “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break” comic strip in 2003.
Cory Strode at the Dave & Buster’s on Richmond Ave in Houston, Texas, in 2004 for my 24th birthday party. A fan/reader of mine donated frequent flyer miles.
Cory Strode at the Agora Coffee Shop in Houston, Texas, in 2004.
Cory Strode playing poker with my room-mate at that time (left) and two other friends (right) at the Agora Coffee Shop in Houston, Texas, in 2004.
Cory Strode when I took him, at his request, to visit NASA/The Lyndon B. Johnson Space Center during his 2004 trip to Houston, Texas. That was, again, do not forget: paid for with frequent flyer miles from one of my fans/readers.
I can neither confirm nor deny if Cory Strode is now claiming credit for creation of the NASA X-38 experimental re-entry vehicle program.
Cory Strode when I took him, at his request, to a pier on the Galveston seawall to see the ocean/Gulf of Mexico during his 2004 trip to Houston, Texas.
Cory Strode at a pier restaurant on the seawall in Galveston, Texas, in 2004.
Cory Strode playing poker with my room-mate at that time, in my home, where he slept on my couch (visible here) during his 2004 trip to Houston, Texas.
Cory Strode with written commentary inside, and a cartoon of himself on the cover of one of my books (middle bottom image.) This particular copy was being hawked by Joe Rider at a markup, AFTER they threatened me with a lawsuit.
Updated cover/format for the original “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break: Volume One,” 24 August 2005, when the book was moved from CafePress to Lulu.
Dedication page, “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break: Volume One,” Lulu 2005.
Cory Strode’s written contribution/afterword to “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break: Volume One,” Lulu 2005. Original CafePress version published in 2004.
Cory Strode’s written contribution/afterword to “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break: Volume One,” Lulu 2005. Original CafePress version published in 2004.
Cory Strode in a “Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break” comic strip in 2005.
Sample page from “Asylum on 5th Street,” the webcomic I drew for about two years and 80 pages, until I quit, written by Cory Strode. A monkey in a fez! Ha ha ha! Pie! Ha ha ha! Photographing naked women without their consent! Ha ha ha! This was page #63, drawn in 2005. He will recycle the monkey-in-a-fez for his webcomic drawn by the sexual-assault-puppet-man. GOOD STUFF.
When I first start working on this title, Cory will ask me, “Ink wash? Ink wash? Can you do ink wash???” like a fucking broken record for WEEKS. No, he never paid me for this, and I never really made money off of it. Why do you ask?!
Promotional image for “Solitaire Rose Radio” Episode #23, 20 November 2014.
“Dollar Late” strip drawn in early 2015. Cory Strode has re-instated himself into his “unconditionally loving” caregiver/mentor/therapist/wannabe-kingmaker role, and I am literally portraying myself as an emotionally vulnerable child.
Drawing of “martyr” Cory Strode made with Sharpie marker on 16 March 2015.
Joe Rider and Cory Strode, who declared themselves my “cheerleaders.”
Cory Strode with me on 20 September 2015, while in my personal vehicle. From the day I drove him to Duluth, Minnesota, because he was upset about the death of a resident at his group home. What a selfish, psychotic bitch, am I right?!
Cory Strode in Duluth, Minnesota, while I was shooting with my DSLR.
Cory Strode in a “Have Tablet Will Scribble” comic strip in 2015.
Promotional image for our booths located together at MSP Comicon 2016.
Cory Strode and I watching 4th of July fireworks together on the grass at Lake Minnetonka, less than a week before he will completely turn my life upside-down by choosing to grossly violate my privacy, trust, and sense of safety in a way that no one else has before or since. He will then choose to devalue, diminish, and discard me, eventually attempting to destroy me through an online smear campaign. He is willing to ruin my life to avoid any accountability.
ALL I WANTED WAS A REAL FUCKING APOLOGY AND GENUINE REMORSE.
F U C K Y O U