Gays in the mediaI would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of the land on which we stand today, and offer my own apology for the generations of displacement and mistreatment they have suffered since white settlement.Gays in the media12 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Though I live life openly as a gay man, I don't really conform to many of the current stereotypes.
On the surface, I've got a goatee -- granted -- but it's often wild and bushy only rarely clipped to perfection. And as you can see, the closest I've come to chiselled pecs and a six pack for many a year are man-boobs and a barrel-belly.
And while I sometimes secretly aspire to owning a collection of Armani suits, lately I've been wondering if I'm the shortest man ever to buy from the big men's section at Tar-jay.
I've never worshipped at the altar of Kylie Minogue. I suspect that if I was stranded on a desert island with a Walkman and just a Kylie CD to remind me of humanity, chances are pretty good I'd drown myself (Nothing personal Kylie).
I didn't 'come out' until I was 28 after
Break from Social MediaI've got to take a break from the virtual world.Break from Social Media5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need to give my eyes rest from shameful distractions.
I get a headache from reading the news and gossip.
The constant arguing, shaming,assuming, and complaining is so trite.
I am tired of the internal fight with the indulger and restrainer.
I've got to take a break. It probably won't get any better.
Social MediaShe turns on the TV today,Social Media2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like any other day,
To be brainwashed yet again.
Flashing into her mind of images
That are portrayed as 'beautiful',
Whether it's big cheek bones,
Tiny waists, large breasts,
Perfect teeth, tan skin, etc.
She'll never love herself.
He turns on his laptop today,
Just like any other day,
To be brainwashed more and more.
Flashing into his mind of images
That are considered 'perfect',
Whether it's to be very tall,
Pale skin, big eyes, muscular,
Blonde hair, perfect teeth, etc.
He'll never love himself.
She walks into a tanning salon today,
A plastic surgeon's office tomorrow,
Starve herself and pay fortunes for body modifications,
So her society will love her.
He walks into a hair salon today,
A plastic surgeon's office tomorrow,
Strain his body and pay fortunes for body modifications,
So his society will love him.
deviantART is a social media site.dA has made some significant changes lately, and I've been reading the comments from both sides of the fence. There are things I like, things I don't, and things I don't like but would like with some tweaking. But let's set all that aside for a moment. There's a complaint that I keep seeing pop up, and it bugs me. It usually goes something like this:deviantART is a social media site.3 months ago in Editorial More Like This
"deviantART is NOT a social media site!"
To be blunt, this is incorrect and displays an ignorance of what social media is. I blame Facebook - it's popularity has highjacked the definition of social media in the public consciousness. A quick Google search gives a succinct definition of the term:
websites and applications that enable users to create and share content or to participate in social networking.
This is exactly what deviantART is and does; promotes the creation of content, provides a platform to share it, and fosters connections. Anything thing else is just fluff.
A more relevant
Your life is not a British television showPeople on social media sitesYour life is not a British television show11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
tend to glorify things that hurt.
They brag about things
that people struggle with.
Mental illness is not a label.
It is not a badge nor a privilege
or something you have to earn.
they battle voices in their heads
that they do not even recognize.
People struggle to tame
their inner demons
and keep up an image
that the world expects them to uphold.
Mental illness is not cute,
being so anxious you cannot speak is not a quirk.
Relying on people to take care of you is not romantic.
Your life is not an episode of Skins
The idea of Effy and Freddie is fictional,
no one is going to save you.
We go home and muffle our cries
while dragging razors across our wrists
chasing pills with bottles of vodka.
Our thoughts turn on us
Like a loaded gun,
and we are stuck forever
in a game of Russian roulette.
We wear long sleeves,
and try to drown out voices with headphones.
We tremble at the thought of giving up the chemicals
we have become dependent
Viva the Social (Media) Revolution!Ladies and Gents this here is my brand new planViva the Social (Media) Revolution!8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It’s guaranteed to take down the man
First up we list all his wrongs
In a protest album full of remixed songs
Step two is even better
Hit him with a petition and an open letter
For step three we’ll ruin his trip to Tahiti
By daubing his beach house in artistic graffiti
And when he’s reeling like a cat in the rain
We’ll move in for the kill with a human chain
And expose him as a man most bitter
With paint bombs and a ton of glitter
And of course we’ll be coordinating via facebook and twitter
Not EveryNot every man is a sexistNot Every10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not every woman is a saint.
Not every white person is a racist;
You might think it’s so, but it ain’t.
Not every straight is a homophobe
Not every LGBT person is nice.
Not every rich person is a snob;
I won’t tell you twice.
Not every Muslim is a terrorist
Not every Christian is kind.
Not every cishet person is scum;
Please keep that in mind.
Not every human being is evil
Not every human being is good.
Can’t we all just try to get along;
I really think that we should.
Social Media Killed the Girl1, 2, 3, 4Social Media Killed the Girl2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Count the minutes
Wait for the likes
1, 2, 3, 4
You gained the confidence
Took a deep breath
1, 2, 3, 4
Through the news feed
Click on her face
Watch her likes
10, 30, 50, 100
What’s so different?
20, 40, 80
What makes her so much better?
As the months tick by
You watch from a distance
As they make new friends
Share inside jokes with their roommates
Wear beautifully invisible dresses to parties
You can count the number of parties you’ve been to
On zero fingers
The number of friends you’ve made
On zero toes
What’s wrong with you?
Are you ugly?
Too tall? Too short?
Too shy? Too weak? Too pathetic?
Do you dress the wrong way?
Is your hair the wrong color?
Did you say something wrong the first day?
If you think you’re beautiful
But nobody else does
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Yes EveryNo, not every white person is racist.Yes Every1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
But yes, every person of colour will experience racism.
No, not every man is sexist.
But yes, every woman will experience sexism.
No, not every straight person is homophobic.
But yes, every gay person will experience homophobia.
No, not every cis-gendered person is transphobic.
But yes, every transgender person will experience transphobia.
Enough with your 'not every's.
Because, yes every.
Social NetworkingTwitter is for telling the world every single thing you do.Social Networking4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Facebook is for saying the thoughts that only you choose.
Formspring is for your self esteem to be attacked with a strafe.
and Tumblr is the only place that can be called safe.
Happy BirthdayThis is not a poem.Happy Birthday1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
It's not even a story.
This is a simple observation.
Today I was on Facebook, a dangerously common occurrence for me. Borderline addiction, possibly. I looked to the right column where events and birthdays are posted, and noticed it was a friend's birthday. And I hesitated in saying anything.
I hesitated to say happy birthday to a friend. Why?
Was it because we only had one community college class together a couple of years ago, so our friendship is little more than a past acquaintance that hasn't yet ceased to exist on a social media site?
Was it because I didn't have the time to type out those two simple words, perhaps even a dot of punctuation if I'm splurging on free time? The answer to this question is no, because even though I have a quiz tomorrow and two midterms next week, I was clearly distracted on Facebook nonetheless. Besides, I'm typing this now, and it's quite more extensive than a happy birthday.
Was it because I thought it would be awkward if he got
Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
Levi x Reader: Bitch please, it's fabulous 1You sat at your mahogany desk sipping apple juice through a straw from a small carton because that's all you could afford with your poverty-stricken wallet. Your desk sat between two hallways on the left and right, one leading to Erwin's part of the building and the other leading to the vile, wretched, heartless bastard named fucking Levi.Levi x Reader: Bitch please, it's fabulous 17 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fucking bitchy, sassy Levi.
It was abso-fucking-lutely amazing how easily emotions for another person could change. A week ago, you were head over heels for Levi.
Well, let's just say that at the very least, you wouldn't mind chopping off a certain member of his to cause him excruciating pain and deter him from breeding.
Oh, if only you could----
"Oi brat, what are you? A 5 year old? What the hell is with that childish juice box? And that hair...did you put effort into looking ugly today? And damnit, get a new fucking watch. That 'thing' on your wrist is almost as repugnant as your face."
And there it was. "It" being the nit-picky, n
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
Tanka for Social Mediahearts touch, but not fleshTanka for Social Media7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
meet we can, but then cannot
blessing and a bane
you ache for me, I for you
souls bridge an infinite void
DeceptiveDeceptive2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Tempting with beautiful wings;
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
Woman's WorldHe wakes upWoman's World5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and notices nothing unusual.
He wanders downstairs in skimpy pjs, switches on the radio
The breakfast show, a witty host and her regulation male sidekick-
the butt of the jokes.
The news is going, that abducted boy found dead, sexually abused, throttled
A woman helping with inquiries
Bored of the chatter he turns it off
Eats his cereal before the telly, a music channel
Women in baggy jeans singing about how nice men look
in clubs, dancing topless around holes.
He unconsciously scrutinises the semi-clad men that surround her
Winding their perfect bodies in sync to the beat, hip rolling
Looks down at his own belly, thinks, I'll skip lunch.
In the shower he shampoos his long hair,
Fretting about baldness
this constant battle with his body.
He shaves his legs, his armpits, his belly
Scans his chest and thighs for regrowth
wonders when he should next visit the salon.
He shaves his jaw.
He dresses uncomfortably
Can't buy anything without some kind of
Glowing ScreenI’ve seen the worldGlowing Screen6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through a glowing screen.
Yet, I still feel the furthest
I’ve ever been
To it all.
Movie Night - Eren X Reader X Levi (Modern AU)ForMovie Night - Eren X Reader X Levi (Modern AU)2 months ago in Humor More Like This
It was Friday night, and that meant movie night with Levi and Eren! You three had movie night every Friday. Every movie night someone would pick a movie and we would all go to eachothers house. This time it was Erens turn to pick out the movie and it would be at your house.
You just got out of a hot shower and picked an outfit, because it was fall you put on black jeans and a red flannel shirt. You put your hair up in a messy bun.
It was 7:00 and Eren and Levi should be at your house at 8:00. You decided to go out to the store to get some food for the night.
*Time skip by the store you got your food from*
You bought all of the food you needed for the night. Pop, chips and popcorn. Because your apartment was kind of dirty, you decided to clean it till they got here. One thing you didn't need on your hands was an angry Levi. You set out all of the food and drinks you bought on a coffee table.
There was a knock at your apartmen
Internet ActivistsIt’s a great day for internet activists!Internet Activists4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shine your cellphone lights in the sky and celebrate.
That video you shared on Facebook? It worked!
The UN has since declared a World Peace!
Animal Rights? You’re pet dog can now vote.
Good on you, Clifford.
Every reporter in the world
Is wondering how’d you make such a drastic change
Without doing jack shit.
So tell the world,
How’d you do it?