Thursday, September 26, 2013

Happy Birthday Ryan!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Puppy Odysseus

Here's my 24 hour toon that I made for The word this week was "puppies" so I decided to tell the story o Puppy Odysseus through song!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

A handsome striped sweater

Here's another sketch. I feel bad at drawing lately, so I'm trying to relearn some things.

Monday, February 02, 2009

For funsies

Here's a little lunchtime doodle!

Monday, January 26, 2009

After a little daydreaming

Friday, October 31, 2008

Why I Am Voting NO On Prop 8

Ever since I can remember, I knew that marriage was a blessing. I saw how happy my mom and dad were, how happy their children made them, and how happy it made me to have two parents who loved each other and loved me.

I knew that marriage was important because I saw how much my parents depended on each other. Each kiss meant more than "I love you." Some meant "Thank you for working so hard to support this family." Some meant "Thank you for getting the kids to school." Some meant "Thank you for the wonderful dinner." And some meant "I don't know what I'd do without you."

As I grew up, I learned a lot from my parents. I learned to treat each person the way I wanted them to treat me. I learned to saved my money, and not to buy anything I couldn't afford. I learned to be thankful for my blessings. I learned that family is so important.

So from a young age I was certain. Someday, I want to be married, just like my mom and dad.

Maybe it would have been better if I hadn't gotten my hopes up.

When you're a little kid, no one tells you that you won't be able to get married like your parents did. They tell you that you'll get older, you'll fall in love, you'll get married, you'll start a family.

Why didn't someone tell me when I was six? Why didn't someone sit me down and say, "When you grow up, you'll fall in love with the wrong type of person. You shouldn't want marriage, you won't be allowed to have it." Perhaps it would hurt less now if I had known back then.

Why didn't someone say, "When you fall in love, it will be less special than your parents' love, so you can't call it marriage. When you meet the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, keep it to yourself, no one will want to hear about it."

Why didn't someone tell me, "When your parents love each other, it is good and right. But when you find the person you love, it won't be as good, and it won't be as right."

I've been told that God doesn't give us challenges that we can't overcome. Why then, I thought, did God make me gay? Why did God give me this desire to find someone to love and support. Why did God give me this desire to have and love a family? Why did he do these things and make me gay?

I know I am gay in every fiber of my being. It is built into me. I have tried to be different, I have tried to be "normal," because I didn't want to be the one who is left out. But it is an essential part of my being. How then, does God expect me to overcome myself?

I prayed about it, I stressed over it. I pretended to like things I didn't like, and I pretended that I didn't like things that I actually did. I got frustrated searching for the thing inside me that caused so much unhappiness. And I was weary from trying to change something inside me that, deep down, I didn't actually feel was wrong.

And then one day, I finally got it. I wasn't supposed to overcome myself. I was supposed to overcome my prejudice against gay people. God wanted me to treat gay people the same way I treated straight people. With love, respect, dignity, and equality. And God wanted me to know that it started with me. God wanted me to know that I needed to love myself as a gay person, and to stop discriminating against myself first and foremost. This burden from God that I wanted taken away so much, it turned out to be a greater gift than I ever could have imagined.

So what about marriage? If I know that God loves us all the same, how can I justify treating other people differently. How can I offer other people less than I would take for myself? How can I deny someone their love when love is the one thing God asks us to hold most sacred?

If you know how I can do this, please let me know. As it is, I can't think of a single reason why.

This Tuesday Californians are voting on Proposition 8, an amendment that takes away the rights of every gay person to marry the one they love. Don't tell someone that their love is less important, less meaningful, or less real. I am begging you to please vote NO on Proposition 8.

God Bless,

Adrian Molina

(P.S. If you also feel strongly about Prop 8, please write a note on facebook or myspace or your blog or whatever and send it to your friends and family. On voting day it will be very close, so let people know why you are voting no on Prop 8.)

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

Sorry haven't posted in forever!

But I do have something to post now. It's a little PSA I made concerning California's Proposition 8, also known as the gay marriage ban. Hope you like it (and tell your friends!)

Thanks to Erik Benson and Su Wong for lending their voices, Alex Hirsch, Dimitri Frazao and Nick Butera for making the music, James Robertson and Dani Strijleva for keeping me motivated and giving me moral support, and a very special thanks to Ryan Dooley for being the best!

Monday, April 28, 2008


I had some more free time so I whipped this together. I kinda like it, some more exploration with these dancer characters.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008


This one goes out to a special someone. It is perhaps my best piece yet.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Free time

I've got a little free time so I've been sketching some more!