I don’t think I could quantify one person as “best.” I regularly meet and chat with all kinds of interesting and fun people. Once in a while I meet one that makes me wish the world was a little smaller… But I’m not mushy like that.
Often times individuals I meet will inspire a piece of art. Whether is a hot scene we discuss or simply my desire to draw an individual (because they’re cute and/or because it makes for a nice ‘thank you’).
99.9% of what I draw is myself. I have been interested in kink since I was eight. I drew bondage and slave scenes, I played master and slave with my friends. It wasn’t even sexual until later. Most of my art is an expression of either kinks that are mine or things that will make an awesome pic but isn’t necessarily a major turn on.
You ought to be ashamed at your sick perversity. ;)
And not everything I draw is for everyone. I do a pretty wide variety of ideas pandering to a wide audience. But most of what I draw is stuff that interests me or I think would make for a cool pic.
I’m pleased to hear your interest in being a pet. But anonymous pets are very mysterious. ;)
The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that the English language is as pure as a crib-house whore. It not only borrows words from other languages; it has on occasion chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary.
― James Nicoll
Encountering the guy you based a drawing off of (Grounded) and being unable to stop smirking and thinking of the naughty picture.
He still had the adorable mop of curly hair.
EDIT: He does not know about the pic or even me. But, to be honest, all I copied was his hair and that was almost a year ago. The face I ended up with looks nothing like him.
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
”—So I made a button with my logo on it for a friend. I got to pondering why I don’t just make those available to anyone who wants one.
How awesome would it be to wear them to cons, see others wearing them and share a wink or nod knowing that they are equally perverse. A shared fraternity / sorority / peoplelity of people with questionable taste in porn.
They’re pretty inexpensive. I think with shipping the 3" buttons are 5 bucks. Outlandish for a button, but hey, its an epic button. I tried to remove my cut from the price for the button because its so insignificant that I figured I’d rather just save everyone money in the long run.
http://www.zazzle.com/mister_x_logo_pinback_button-145894095598035164
Well, I was asked for a tutorial or guide for coloring my pics. I can probably do that and post it here.
Working on possibly my most bizarre pic yet, so that should be perfect XD
I’m just going to post step by step as I work my way through the thing. Normally all this happens behind the scenes, but there is a distinct number of steps and changes that take place over the life of an idea.
I’ll label what I’m doing and you can either enjoy it or wait for me to finish this pic and pray that I never do this kind of insanity again.
I think I still have a pair of videos I produced coloring one of Fellows’ pictures. I’ll check around and see if I still have it somewhere.
For those interested in this, drop me a message with your email.