CensorshipI received a note yesterday asking me about dA censorship, asking whether I had any experience of it and if knew of other erotic art communities where it wasn’t a problem. As I started to write a reply I could see that it was probably more of a journal entry. There’s nothing I like more than getting on my high horse, and the topic of dA censorship is one that always gets me going.More Like This
So OK my darling, this is how I see it. I have been suspended twice and have had twenty or so of my pictures removed in the process. In the main dA censors object to the erect male penis, penetration in general , or pussies which are spread with fingers, or any sort of touching. I think sometimes they object to people too, and every once in a while they will ban something which is totally harmless just to prove a point.
At the beginning I found it absurd that a picture could be banned because of something as minor as a splash of pink paint between two nude forms
All the toolsMore Like This
All the tools
I have the power
The power to feel myself good
All the time
And above at all
Every girl has that power
Every girl can feel yourself like that
Our body has all the tools
Our mind has all the necessary structure
Why not use?
Why not try?
Every girl has that power
Every girl can feel yourself like that
What are you waiting for?
The GameLet me tell you about a game I playMore Like This
Where I close my eyes and fade away
I float away to a special place
Beyond the stars and moon and space
In this special place you see
There are only two people - just you and me
In this place, all is right
Nothing but love, and we never fight
In this place, there is no sadness
No hurt, no shame, none of that madness
No rules to follow, no laws to break
No bars to hold us or separate
No one to tell us we can't kiss or touch
I don't just tell you "I love you" - I show you how much
But eventually the game must end
My eyes must open, and reality sets in
But someday soon - I'm not sure when
I will close my eyes and play my game again
To Create a CharacterAre you starting a story? Do you have an incomplete, flawed, or no character at all? It's happened to me many times and in my struggles to perfect my creations, I have learned a few things. I present you with seven easy steps with a challenge each to get you thinking.More Like This
Grab a piece of paper and a pencil. Let's start
Step 1: Past
When creating a character, you must first establish a past. Even a person with amnesia has a past, they just don't remember it. Pasts are important, they show what shaped the person and why they are the way they are today.
If your character has a scar, why? If they have amnesia, why? If they have a phobia of water, why?
Remember one thing: there is always a reason.
Challenge: Write a brief story (vignette) of your character's past to familiarize yourself with the way things were.
Step 2: Appearance
You may have a certain idea, a vague idea, or no idea at all as to how your character will look. First, think of their
Always AloneI have nothing, and I have no one.More Like This
People surround me constantly, yet I feel abandoned.
I don't feel happy.
I don't know why I'm sad.
Nothing has changed.
No one has changed but me.
Nothing has happened.
Same shit, different day, always.
So why do I feel alone and miserable?
My family doesn't know.
My friends don't either.
I try to avoid that.
But times like these, when it's dark outside and there's no one to talk to,
And the binge-watching of Friends has become too much,
I feel sad.
I feel alone.
I don't have a whole lot of people in my life.
God knows how many times I've been abandoned,
Or fucked over,
Or left behind.
I'm a tough person.
I can get by, and I'll do it with ease.
NothingnessFading away.More Like This
A shell of who I used to be.
I'm not happy.
I can't smile.
I am alone, and I am worthless.
I am nothing.
And as I fade away, you all look on in wonder.
"What ever happened to her?"
"She used to be so bright and bubbly."
"She's not the same. I wonder what happened."
I wish I could tell you.
But I can't.
Simply because I don't know, and it is too late.
I've faded into nothingness.
Never to return.
Home is Where the Heart is...Home is where the heart is, but I've left my heart behindMore Like This
Torn it all to pieces, and left me broken up inside
I put my heart in 'safe keeping', gave all the parts away
Gave it to people I thought would hold all the pain at bay
They took the piece and thanked me, then put me on a shelf
Home is where the heart is, and my heart's with someone else
Now I'm just a shadow, an empty broken case
Home is where the heart is and I can't find my place
My heart's in many pieces, and I don't know what to do
Still I think it's time I found the pieces and took them back from you
You see if home is where the heart is... then my home should go with me.
If home is where the heart is then with my home I'll always want to be.
Robin WilliamsThank you Robin WilliamsMore Like This
For helping me create happy memories.
Thank you for giving me a great childhood.
Thank you for being Peter Pan, Genie, Mrs. Doubtfire, Teddy, and the nutty professor in Flubber
And so many more characters that I would love to know.
I'm sad that future generations will never see who you truly are,
But we will tell them your stories
And show them your movies and shows.
And we know they'll laugh.
Your time here is over.
Genie is finally free,
Peter is back in Neverland,
And we miss you.
I'll watch all your movies
And I'll cry because your not here any more.
Robin Williams, you made me laugh
Even when I didn't think I could.
Now your gone.
You're never truly gone because,
You are in our hearts
And you will live through us,
I thank you
For all that you've done
And been through.
I miss you, friend.
I hope that your heaven is a stage,
So that you can make even more people laugh.
So, go on.
We'll be ok.
I love youMore Like This
I love you with all my heart
And I don't know how to say it now
You are so far away right now
I miss you
I wish I could feel you hand in mine
Yours lips in my neck like we used to do
I wish we were still together
But time was stolen from us
We let our private lives ruining this
And for that I only can say: "I am so sorry"
I love you don't you ever forget about that.
When I look at myselfWhen I look at myself, I see all the faults. I see the ache. The slightly yellow teeth. I see the chips. I see the dirty hair. I see the eyes full of pain. The wisdom that shouldn't be there. I see the scars. I see the tears. I see the bitten nails. I see the shy girl to scared to talk to people. I see the girl that could be but never will. When I get sad about something it triggers all of my sad or depressing memories. All of the taunting the pain. The never ending torture. I see the truth. That I hate my past. I hate myself to an extent. Whenever someone compliments me I think they are lying. Just to make the poor disabled girl feel better about herself. I was crying today in class. And when two girls asked me whats wrong. I wanted to tell them. I wanted to tell them the truth. I wanted to say "I'm hurt, depressed, angry. I will never be happy. I will never be able to trust. I will never be able to talk to people. Day by day my life is falling apart, I'm scared. I don't know what toMore Like This
HauntedI see her there withMore Like This
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
She's a WriterShe sits at her deskMore Like This
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe...The dark daunting whispers ofMore Like This
bounced off the whitewashed walls of my
And shook me from my resting-
And stole my soul back into the world-
the rest of the lonely dreaming world-
of trouble; chore; of melancholy burden bore.
I paced the floor to and frow;
my heavy awkward steps
slightly out of sync.
My oafish unfacile feet-
my entire body!-
wanted and wished
with the dancing shadows.
To twirl in adept unison
with the tinkling of footfalls
lightly treading upon the tufted floor.
However, my timing was as raw as my talent.
And as for my balance-
Could not be ignored.
And so I weaved ‘round the black withering forms.
Profound finesse: a fake façade I wore
whilst my lower limbs quivered and quaked,
and to my knees-
I hit the floor.
With faltering fiery flame;
I accomplished poise
upon fluctuating knees:
on the blanched floor.
My will to rise aga
In TearsMy, is it such a strange feeling to weep with joy. Let alone over someone you love. By merely listening to the song you two have claimed as yours, or by even seeing a picture of his face, you break down into tears because you feel so blessed, privileged, joyous that you get to know such a wonder as him, let alone call him yours. When you can't wipe the smile off your face as you swipe the tears from your cheeks at someone as beautiful, sweet, protective, kind, and loving as he. To not only feel strange for being treated right and shown off, but to be treated, by someone who's got so many others, that you belong in their life just as much as anyone else, after so many years of neglect you were blind to. My, it is such a strange feeling to weep with joy, because of love.More Like This
Birthday BoyPersonalMore Like This
Today was Russ' birthday. 4 years old
I think all but two of his gifts were Thomas the Tank Engine related That's his thing now; it used to switch between monster trucks and trains, and now it's all about Thomas.
This photo was from a couple days before, but it's so cute I wanted to share The lady at the bakery gives him free cherries when he comes in, so that's what he's eating. The dandelion in his hand is there because the neighbor's yard is full of them and we taught him how to blow the seeds off.
This is from earlier that same day, when I took him to throw rocks in the river, which is one of his other favorite things. I have to say, it is very satisfying. The water was too cold to wade more than a few minutes, but it'll be nice once it warms up again.
And of course, my cat, contemplating the hermit crabs. I'm pretty sure she thinks they're just moving rocks for her to play with.
So, I've managed to keep busy this week. Didn'
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I Hope You're HappyHello!More Like This
Just popping up to say,
That I hope you've had
A lovely day.
And if you haven't,
Well, that's okay;
Tomorrow is a whole new day.
InsideI watched my best friend die.More Like This
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
R7.6 - a man possessed by box turtlescertainly the authorMore Like This
was just noting his compassion,
his dedication to those
small, shelled creatures.
but in my mind's eye
the box turtles number
in the dozens, crawling
out of his pant legs, shirt cuffs -
a man possessed by box turtles.
Thanks for your SupportI never expected the response I received by sharing my story and artwork about living with depression and anxiety:More Like This
I couldn't have imagined I would get so much support, and hear from so many different people. I am so grateful and, truth be told, little overwhelmed. I've read every single comment (it took days XD) and replied to many, but it's because I can't reply to everyone personally that I wanted to write this and send my sincerest thanks to you all.
It took me a long time before I was able open up about my struggles with mental health, even to myself, and it's was a tough decision to share my darkest times publicly. But I'm glad I did, because I truly believe by making mental health issues more visible, open and talked about, we can reduce the stigma and deepen understanding and compassion around them. So I esp