Nude Art PetitionIt seems that DA suffers from an over-representation of female nude photography compared to other types of Nude Arts, and that male nude, especially, lacks the representation it deserves.
This petition proposes :
_To enlarge the nude photography category to a NUDE ART category.
_To split this nude art category into a FEMALE NUDE ART and a MALE NUDE ART categories, which would both have their own gallery director.
This would ensure a better representation of male nude and other sorts than photographic nudes in the Daily Deviations and on DA.
Being YouMy day had been horrible. I woke up late, grabbed dirty clothes by accident, didn't get time to shower, and forget all my school books. School was a mess, no one left me alone, lunch was terrible food, and to add to it all, it was pouring rain and the buses were late. By the time I get on the bus and turn on my cell phone, I have three calls from my parents wondering why I'm late. They sound angry, too. The bus drops me off a stop early, telling me they have to catch up so they're skipping my stop. I run for the house.Being You10 years ago in General More Like This
I slam the door closed, dripping all over everything, and stumble into my room, brushing off my family. I drop onto the bed and bury my head in a pillow, wrapping my arms around it and sighing softly.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
His voice startled me, and I nearly fell out of the bed. Looking up, he was grinning softly from my chair, slumped in it with one arm over the back.
"Today was a bad day. What are you smiling about?"
"I like to see you. Can't I smile over you?"
How to write an exciting blog1How to write an exciting blog110 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
How to write an exciting blog in 10 easy steps!
1: Live an exciting life and write about that. If you don't have a great life, make up stuff you COULD have done during the day.
2: Update atleast once per day. You don't get those all important pageviews if people don't come back every day.
3: Provoke your readers. Politics is a great way to do that. If you live in the US; write about why you support Bin Laden. If you live anywhere else; write about why you support Bush. If that fails you can pretend to have homophobia, hate _all_ animals, be a racist or become a nazi.
4: Tell about your sexlife. If you don't have one, make one up. The more sexpartners, the better.
5: Write horrible things about your friends, family and coworkers. Don't leave anything out!
6: Take and post a lot of pictures, often. Clothes are no good, try to aviod those. If you don't own a camera you should steal other peoples pictures. You should atleast get a webcam to show off yourself, and your cat/dog/whatev
The Bad TouchVergil had been minding his own business, enjoying a cup of coffee and a book on higher necromancing rituals; in truth, simply enjoying the days as well as Vergil would allow himself, when stomping sounded from the direction of the back stairs, and he sighed, already seeing the day take a downward turn. Of course Dante would choose that particular moment to emerge from his 'cave'. Of course he would.The Bad Touch6 years ago in Humor More Like This
He made a noise in the back of his throat and turned a page of the book sitting at the edge of his lap, and the door leading to the back rooms of the building swung open. Vergil refused to look up; he did! He wasn't going to give Dante the attention he was so adamantly stomping for. The stomping continued, right up until Vergil could see bare toes over the top of his book, and he scowled, bringing it a little higher to obscure them. Stupid little brother, couldn't he see Vergil was busy.
"Hey, Verg." Vergil twitch
A TRUE DD!!!! (and an update. )A TRUE DD!!!! (and an update. )3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Yes ladies and gents, this is what this group is about. Not just taking quality, but helping to FEATURE upcoming, always learning and improving artist as well.
I was so proud when I found this. I really hope many of you see now that a DD is not an award, it's a feature. It's something someone was inspired or felt something and wanted to share with many.
NOW!!! Back to business!
We've got most of the new moderators in, and we're cleaning up some last minuet details. We'll be opening the gallery again on tuesday!!!
Edit: Add to your faves so the whole of DA can maybe see this on the top 5 at the bottom.
This Is A Poem About...Shes spinning in circles and her fingerprints are leavingThis Is A Poem About...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
little bits of her story behind. Theyre smudged and erratic - sporadic yet
exactly where she intends them to be, and shes hoping that someone
will make something beautiful out of all the imprints.
Shes changing the world one word at a time, with strings of
vowels and consonants because
every now and then someone stops to listen.
Maybe shes not extraordinary, and maybe shell never trace her fingertips
over the contours of his heart but
for now, shes swinging under the autumn sun. Shes
breathing against hurricanes and theres a sparkle in her eyes.
And even though its raining and shes drenched
right down to her bones, shes dancing in spirals and
leaving pretty patterns in the puddles.
This is not about him. This is a poem about everything that isnt
him, because shes been leaking her soul away in words
and shes not sure how much of it she has l
Request -The Beginning and EndA stormy skyRequest -The Beginning and End4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rumbling with loss.
A crumbling hole
Empty of life.
A parade of followers
Dressed in night.
A wooden bed
Lined with death.
A missing heart
A sickly girl
A soft whisper
A vast debt
Drabble #4 - Promise - TokoPromiseDrabble #4 - Promise - Toko3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Supposedly, they were all grown up now.
The Yu Dao crisis had long since been solved by the turning of the port colony into Republic City, established by the Avatar and Fire Lord. The short rift in their friendship had been mended, as though nothing had even happened in the first place.
Katara and Aang were engaged, while Sokka and Suki were newlyweds. Zuko was happily single, applying all of his attention to building a better Fire Nation and healthier ties with both Water Tribes and the Earth Kingdom. After Mai had ended their relationship seemingly so long ago, he hadn't attempted to reconcile it after sorting out the Fire Nation-Earth Kingdom colonization issue, and it had turned out a well-made decision on his end, for his country was now thriving under his reign.
Toph had been established as the Police Chief of Republic City when the city was just newly beginning, and happily accepted the position at first. But now that she had been doing it for five years, it was star
ADHD I have heard several people tell me that ADHD is not a real medical condition. Some doctors and psychiatrists even argue about whether it is a legitimate disorder or not.ADHD4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
ADHD stands for "attention deficit hyperactivity disorder." Some persons affected basically cannot pay attention, some persons can pay attention, but are hyperactive and cannot sit still, and finally, some are a combination of both. I am in the last category.
When I was 6 years old, my first-grade teacher noticed that I was very hyperactive and easily distracted. Sure, all kids are hyper and have a hard time focusing, but she said that I was the worst in the entire classroom. I was even stopping the other children from learning. My grandma told me that she said I wasn't allowed to come back until I was "cured."
I went to the doctors, and he performed some tests that I honestly can't remember. He asked questions and got people to observe my behavior. He concluded that I did in fact
My Closet.My closet is full of porn.My Closet.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fluffy handcuffs and lingerie.
And the sex draw lies at the back.
My closet holds all the passwords.
To laptops full of yaoi fanfics.
And bad poetry.
My closet is brimming with secrets.
Bones that trap me in shame.
Time to set them free, and air out the place.
Fantasies of Titanic relationships.
A crushed wish to whisper "I love you."
So far from my Ice Queen persona.
My closet keeps all my fears.
Tucked away and buried.
My social anxieties and issues.
My family ties, all but cut
Through pain and hate.
Failed attempts to fix the unfixable.
My closet is big, but it's getting full.
Of paranoia and hidden emotions.
There's barely room for any more.
So it's time for change.
For truth, liberation.
And skeletons be damned.
My closet no longer keeps me safe.
It hides me from the world.
It keeps me from myself.