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Crossposting
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Back when ProsePetals was first conceived online (since she existed WELL before the internet), deleting journal entries (in dAt other place) was a common occurrence. Except I never *really* deleted most of them. I simply saved them and filed them away. Many of them would later be revised and shared in my personal blog...and in a few cases, in the WSE blog.
Over in my personal blog, there are 976 entries dating back to August 21, 2009. In nine years, I've written nearly 1,000 blog entries (probably more, because there were some I completely deleted from the blog itself).
Presently there are only 20 entries publicly visible, with the remaining ~950 or so archived for possible revision.
The most recent entry is from this past weekend, and is an entry that started as a word-vomit entry in dA (to get the thoughts out of my head) - initially for the purpose of revision for the WSE blog. There is plenty of "stuff" in this entry that is VERY relevant to sex education...but first, I had to get the ProsePetals thoughts out.
This writing will eventually be reviewed and the sex ed content extracted for revision to WSE. For now, I'm sharing it here, since it is pure Prosey. The thoughts aren't directed at any particular individual/s...though many people surfaced in my thoughts as I was writing.
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Fare Thee Well
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I started to write a full journal entry about Game of Thrones and American politics.
I decided to...not. I saved all the words I started to write here to be rewritten properly for a blog entry. Not because I wish to avoid sharing it here, but because sharing it here would (guaranteed) be misinterpreted by folks who have a ridiculous tendency of turning things that have nothing to do with them into a mirror.
I dislike narcissists tremendously, and I won't feed them. I'll simply wish them well...far, far away from me...as I always have.
xo
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Slowly surfacing
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Just a few thoughts...
A couple of months ago, I had my 14th dAnninversary. That's weird. Doesn't seem possible it's been that long. 
dA is celebrating its 18th birthday. That's even weirder. To think YoungestDeviant is only about two and a half years older than this place is just wild; and looking at the old art by ManiacOnAisleThree is more than slightly surreal, given where he's at in life now. 
It's tempting to put together a chapbook -- been thinkin' about it for such a long time, but that would also mean digging through my archives here. Most writers with any sense of pride at all have trouble delving through older writings. Yes, it's a practice of seeing how far you've come...but then you realize you published that shit at one point...and here in dA, that means kinda publicly. So...the idea is tempting, but in practice, it's a struggle without also committing to finally polishing those old stones. (Some o'yall might even remember that reference.) 
As part of the 
above practice and review and contemplation, alongside engaging in something akin to turning into a bit of a Reform Luddite, things like Art as Therapy feels like melting into the Slow Movement...sort of. For someone like me, whose mind -in the past- never slowed down, the act of deliberately slowing down (even with the help of medication) is rife with internal conflict. Couple that with quitting smoking cigarettes?! 
So...I've been borrowing rwirtz's old 
from time to time (very infrequently, since I'm not a photographer), as well as taking more pictures with my cell, so as to practice actual drawing. 
These things are therapeutic, though. If and when I create something even slightly worthy of requesting critique, I'll post here. That was what Shades of Blue & Purpose was actually about. It's simply a still shot of something I'm trying my hand at drawing. So far...my attempts have been something that my 9-yr-old could draw far better. 
That's pretty much all for the moment.
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Well now...
The other day I was chatting with a friend, and we got to talking about dA, and trying to remember when exactly it was we "met" here in this place. Neither of us could remember, and it'd been ages since we'd even peeked in here. I mean, for anything other than digging through our respective storage files. So many things have changed here, even as much as dropping in from time to time feels a bit like navigating one's hometown after decades gone by...the landscape remains similar, but the roads have changed or been added, new buildings and subdivisions...that sort of thing.
I had no idea that, come June, I'll have been here for 13 years. My friend, in her "main" account, will have been here for 12 (though she's actually been around longer than I have)...and it's funny, because the person who introduced me to this place in the first place ( lordstench ) had been here for a year before I joined. He worked to convince me I "should" be here, and I probably lurked without an account for a good six months before ProsePetals was born. Since then, he's deactivated his account (not sure when that happened, since about three or four years ago, I went on a massive cleaning spree here, and mostly shut down).
I don't know if I'm "back" (I don't really think so, come to it)...but really, I never quite left. I wanted a "safe space" to drop thoughts into periodically...things that I don't drop into my blog or into Facebook. I continue to periodically dig through storage here for older bits of writing when the need arises. This morning, though, wasn't about that. I decided to pop in to look at a bit of scrap poetry I threw in here a couple of years ago during a rather ...oh, I guess angry... moment. I received a wonderful constructive critique (from Mitchell-Thompson ), and for whatever reason, I decided to take up the suggestion that was made.
Hence the "redux" submission from a little while ago.
Then I decided to re-open the journal, because I feel like procrastinating a bit longer on my studies...not much longer...just a bit. (And yes, Prosey still trips over ellipses...some things never change.) I'm not up for any exploration presently; as I said, I don't know if I'm "back." Just...curious.
*sips coffee*
Still weird to me that I've been here for almost 13 years.
Seriously...weird. Hmmm.
Ah well, enough for now.
P/L/S
The other day I was chatting with a friend, and we got to talking about dA, and trying to remember when exactly it was we "met" here in this place. Neither of us could remember, and it'd been ages since we'd even peeked in here. I mean, for anything other than digging through our respective storage files. So many things have changed here, even as much as dropping in from time to time feels a bit like navigating one's hometown after decades gone by...the landscape remains similar, but the roads have changed or been added, new buildings and subdivisions...that sort of thing.
I had no idea that, come June, I'll have been here for 13 years. My friend, in her "main" account, will have been here for 12 (though she's actually been around longer than I have)...and it's funny, because the person who introduced me to this place in the first place ( lordstench ) had been here for a year before I joined. He worked to convince me I "should" be here, and I probably lurked without an account for a good six months before ProsePetals was born. Since then, he's deactivated his account (not sure when that happened, since about three or four years ago, I went on a massive cleaning spree here, and mostly shut down).
I don't know if I'm "back" (I don't really think so, come to it)...but really, I never quite left. I wanted a "safe space" to drop thoughts into periodically...things that I don't drop into my blog or into Facebook. I continue to periodically dig through storage here for older bits of writing when the need arises. This morning, though, wasn't about that. I decided to pop in to look at a bit of scrap poetry I threw in here a couple of years ago during a rather ...oh, I guess angry... moment. I received a wonderful constructive critique (from Mitchell-Thompson ), and for whatever reason, I decided to take up the suggestion that was made.
Hence the "redux" submission from a little while ago.
Then I decided to re-open the journal, because I feel like procrastinating a bit longer on my studies...not much longer...just a bit. (And yes, Prosey still trips over ellipses...some things never change.) I'm not up for any exploration presently; as I said, I don't know if I'm "back." Just...curious.
*sips coffee*
Still weird to me that I've been here for almost 13 years.
Seriously...weird. Hmmm.
Ah well, enough for now.
P/L/S
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