Tits Story

Tits Story
Catalog / Graphic Novels / The Story of My Tits
ISBN 978-1-60309-054-4 - Diamond: JUL15-0519
Named one of the Best Books of the Year by:
The New York Times , NPR, Library Journal , Amazon, GQ , Comic Book Resources , Paste , Mental Floss , Forbes , and many more!
"Heartbreaking and riveting, Jennifer Hayden's caustic, sarcastic wit streams through her quirky drawings, unfolding a survivor's tale and so much more. The Story of My Tits takes us from her flat-chested adolescence to small-boobed acceptance, then loss - until the dramatic reconstruction of Jennifer herself." —Marisa Acocella Marchetto, author of Cancer Vixen and Ann Tenna
"Like Alison Bechdel's Fun Home , Jennifer Hayden's The Story of My Tits is the perfect gateway graphic novel... her writing is as deft as her drawing line." — The New York Times
"[Hayden's] honesty is blistering: every panel is a densely inked peek into the gory details of womanhood, from breastfeeding to breast cancer... Her knack for dreamlike imagery is a delightful counterpoint to this frankness... It is this combination of surrealism and an unflinching commitment to candor that elevates this memoir beyond simple confessional into something truly moving." — Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"Every page spills over with the stuff of life... cancer isn't allowed to shove joy, hope and humor offstage." — NPR
"There’s a theme that runs through her beautifully intimate graphic memoir that we can all relate to... Hayden recounts the story of her life by telling us the story of her breasts, as a way to explore body image, relationships, and cancer." — Marie Claire
"Hayden's voice is equal parts searingly honest and uproariously funny, effortlessly flowing from hilarious confessional to somber reflection." — GQ
"Engagingly told, approachably drawn, full of wit and honesty, The Story of My Tits seems destined for a lofty place in the canon of graphic literature." — Forbes
"Everything a graphic memoir can and should be... this is a deeply moving, serious and hilarious tale of growth, loss and transformation, highly recommended to all." — The Miami Herald
"Finely crafted... Hayden captures the many ranges of emotion throughout this memoir with complete clarity and infuses the seriousness with lighthearted imagery, gags, and metaphors." — The New York Journal of Books
“The pacing of her storytelling is seamless... Hayden’s memoir will resonate with anyone who has suffered loss and gone on to tell the tale.” — Booklist
"Hayden is an immediately likable narrator, equal parts self-deprecating and compassionate." — The AV Club
"Fabulous... for a story that cancer twines through, it is delightfully hilarious. Hayden has a gift." — Foreword Reviews
" The Story of My Tits details three different women’s battle with breast cancer… and all the cultural and emotional weight that gets carried by a bra. What leavens the story is Hayden’s drawing, packed with wiggly detail, and her voice, irreverent and blunt... it’s a voice that faces heartbreak head-on and comes out swinging." — The Village Voice
"A living, breathing monument to the ways in which illness doesn’t just rewrite your life but allows you, in some fundamental way, to begin seeing, writing, and rewriting the shape and pattern of your own story." — Public Books
When Jennifer Hayden was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 43, she realized that her tits told a story. Across a lifetime, they’d held so many meanings: hope and fear, pride and embarrassment, life and death. And then they were gone.
Now, their story has become a way of understanding her story: a journey from the innocence of youth to the chaos of adulthood, through her mother’s mastectomy, her father’s mistress, her husband’s music, and the endlessly evolving definition of family.
As cancer strikes three different lives, some relationships crumble while others emerge even stronger, and this sarcastic child of the ‘70s finally finds a goddess she can believe in.
For everyone who’s faced cancer personally, or watched a loved one fight that battle, Hayden’s story is a much-needed breath of fresh air, an irresistible blend of sweetness and skepticism. Rich with both symbolism & humor, The Story of My Tits will leave you laughing, weeping, and feeling grateful for every day. -- a 352-page softcover graphic novel with French flaps (B&W Interiors), 8” x 8”
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Rob Clough | March 22, 2016 | 1 comment

Jennifer Hayden is a relative latecomer to comics, after years of work in graphic design and illustration. Like many converts, she took to comics with a zeal and work ethic that saw her very quickly get better in public. She's a rare success story: someone who enters into comics with an idea for a huge book who actually managed to finish it. That book, The Story Of My Tits , is a funny, bawdy and poignant memoir about body image, relationships, family and loss.
As a rule, I tend to detest cancer memoirs because they tend to be reductive in how they treat the narrative of the protagonist, usually showing them as victim or hero (or some combination thereof). The reality is that cancer, devastating as it is, is simply a disease. It doesn't alter character nor does it make a person's narrative instantly compelling. The reason why The Story Of My Tits works is that it's about much more than cancer; the hook of using her breasts as the book's focus may be gimmicky, but it's enormously effective. It's a gateway that allows her to tell her own story without seeming too pretentious or precious. Hayden has the rare ability to depict emotion without indulging in sentiment, which I think is due in part to her willingness to laugh at herself on nearly every page.
Indeed, Hayden can dish out punishment to others but never spares herself in an effort to get a laugh. The relationship drama of her time at college and the years of avoiding marriage with her now-husband might have been unbearable to write about at the time, but in this book, it's all fair game for emotional truths disguised as zingers. The design and format of the book is extremely conventional: four panels per page, with wide gutters. Hayden's illustration background is obvious in this regard; the book may as well have been one panel per page. There's little in the way of interesting panel-to-panel transitions or anything that provides a gestalt to each page other than the drawings themselves.
Fortunately, Hayden's scratchy style, which owes a lot to Julie Doucet, Roberta Gregory, and Aline Kominsky-Crumb, is more than up to the task of holding the reader's attention on a per-panel basis. What Hayden brings to the table on her own is her funny character design, complete with pointy noses and floppy hair. That almost bigfoot quality allowed her all sorts of leeway in bringing in funny background images that emphasize or mock aspects of the story. When a female roommate hits on her, she depicts intermingled female signs. These flourishes keep each panel lively, as they counterbalance a story that is otherwise really just a series of talking heads in a naturalistic setting. Hayden also adds variety on each page with dense hatching, stippling, spotting blacks and cilia-shaped lines that give each panel texture and depth. Considering that Hayden doesn't vary her line weights, that depth is crucial in giving the reader something to latch on to. It fills, and clutters, space, but in an agreeable way, as Hayden's eye is usually unerring on where to draw the line in this regard, and she never over-renders.
Hayden's voice has matured and evolved since her earliest work. Her first comics were bawdy in a way that was clearly intended to be slightly shocking, in a winking, off-putting, "know what I mean?" manner. In this book, by simply embracing that aspect of herself and naturally incorporating it on the page, her frankness regarding her own sexuality and her sarcastic nature regarding most of the world are funny and refreshing.
The book is a "how'd I get from point a to point b" story, in which she looks at her entire life and draws connections. What I love best about the book is that despite societal mores and social pressure, she is a person who learned to embrace her own sexuality and the idea that seeking her own pleasure was not a horrible thing that she needed to feel guilty about. That doesn't mean that there weren't awkward moments (each hilariously detailed), but there's a wonderful sense of freedom detailed on these pages, even as she struggled to find a purpose in life.
While the book purports to be about body image and disease (and to a degree, it is), the real theme of the book is the way in which our human connections keep us invested and focused. Indeed, the stories of Hayden as a college student and as a young adult do little to glorify hard living and hedonism. From her current perspective, Hayden depicts that as a fun time but also as an era where she was drifting as a person and felt unmoored. Her relationship with her future husband Jim was tenuous and even stressful, as there was uncertainty as to where it would all lead and even if either of them wanted it to lead someplace.
The drift was due in part to the disintegration of her parents' relationship, as her father was seeing another woman on a regular basis. What made things especially awkward is that they stayed married and living together for many years afterward, but Hayden's fury at her father and unwillingness to help her mother cope after a mastectomy has a profound influence on the proceedings in the rest of the book. Indeed, if that moment was a personal nadir because she chose to disconnect herself from her parents, then the rest of the book features Hayden slowly learning to trust, love, and grow.
There are some profoundly affecting scenes, as when she is pregnant and extends an olive branch to her father, who with a single gesture helps her understand that his feelings about her never changed. Her mother-in-law is a delightful powerhouse of a character, making her decline and eventual death especially poignant. More to the point, Hayden comes to understand that one's elders don't just teach one to live, they teach one how to die.
The final third of the book (over a hundred pages) is devoted to the discovery and treatment of her own breast cancer that resulted in a double mastectomy. The preceding 235 pages contextualize Hayden and her family for the reader. Without them, this would have been just another cancer memoir that's more about the disease than the person. Now, there are certainly slow spots in the book and areas where more material could have been cut in order to make the book sharper and more direct. However, Hayden's sense of humor makes her meandering pacing and tendency to tell instead of show simply parts of the ride. Indeed, it's almost like reading two different books: one written by Hayden the writer and one drawn by Hayden the artist, with each book related to each other but not truly integrated.
The cancer portion of the book pays off as one sees relationships years in the making tighten up and mature. In choosing to start to practice goddess worship, Hayden celebrates that sense of personal interconnection present among all people and things while surrendering the anxiety and need to control her environment that she had felt all along. By acknowledging death, Hayden celebrates the life she built with her husband and family. In the creation of this book, she also celebrated the true birth of herself as an artist.
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I have been in the slave lifestyle for 3 years. I have done things so extreme most dare not think about. Those that have heard of my experiences wish they could forget. It is impossible to unimagined something. They can only hope they manage to forget. My master loves inflicting pain and much to his pleasure I am more than willing to accept it. We push back boundaries every day. The scars I ware proudly tell much of my stories. I can only hope to add some of the emotions I encountered, the adrenalin and excitement of the moment. Things in which I have done have only created new questions of the possibilities that lie ahead.
Part one: total destruction of nipple.

The abuse a nipple can recover from is more than amazing. I have sliced pierced bit and burned them. My favorite was the burning. It took many attempts before destroying my nipple into the wonderful little scar that is left behind. My nipple was pierced 4 times making a gorgeous set of balls circling my nipple. My first time experiencing burning was with a cigarette. My stomach would twist a little and my heart raced as the cherry touched the tips. I gradually was able to let mast hold it there for longer periods of time. I eventually got to the point it wasn’t enough and we moved on to candles. I came up with the idea of play piercing my nipples and clit. First we play pierced my points of interest and Master would hold the flame to the needle till they glowed red and pull them through my skin. Oh my god this some intense pleasure pain. One great advantage was virtually no blood since the hole was cauterized by the needle.

I got the point my nipples were so hard and full of scar tissue. I had found this small torch online it ran on butane. I ordered for mast. It seemed like it wasn’t ever going to arrive. Finally one day the small brown box was in with the mail. I was so excited and couldn’t wait for master to arrive home from work. I txt him and let him know it was here. I was waiting naked when he came through the door. He quickly got ready. He tied my tits off so tight they began to turn purple. He tied my hand and legs so I couldn’t move. He clicked the torch and it sprung to life in an angry little hiss with a purple flame to it. He made a pass over my left nipple it was quick but I felt like I was electrocuted as pain shot through my nipple. Redness quickly appeared and it was beginning to blister. Mast made another pass. They pain was some of the most intense. I screamed out, tears streamed down my cheeks.

Master looked in my eyes. We have this look we can read each other’s thoughts. I nodded to him. This is it I thought to myself. He clicked the torch back to life and this time he slowly burned all around my nipple and areola. He made circles around it in order to burn it even. I tugged at the ropes the pain was so intense and slowly the pain became less and I could smell the burning flesh. I began to control my breathing. The pain was still intense but I was watching my skin actually burn. I was amazed that there was a flame coming off my nipple it was on fire at this point. My stomach twisted in knots. My nipple was burnt and ruined this time. He stopped and smoke rose up from butchered tit. I could tell my tit was burned deep inside that heat had to go somewhere. My whole breast was dark purple with a crispy black nipple. Part of tip was ashes and starting to come off. Master poured ic
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