1) Why the condescending tone?

2) Why the religion bashing?

3) Why vore?



Why the condescending tone?

Partly, because I'm wracked with confusion. I've been through a handful of things in my life, most of which have just been incessant family troubles. In actuality (and if you can tell by any stretch), I've always been conditioned to enjoy life more than dwell on worrisome things. But therein lies a problem.

I'm one of those kinds of people who was always raised through things bought for me. Early on, it was like this, but on a bit of a grander scale (it involved more travel). My family has been to several places (not very far from Ohio though), and my parents usually paid my way for school trips and special outings elsewhere. And being the lover of technological progress that my dad has always been, there was always something to do at home, be it play on his old Commodore 64 computer (late 70s/early 80s), or play around with electronic toys and ancient, now obscure handheld games. And on top of that, my family has never really "gone without" as far as provisions are concerned. There was always somewhere to be, something to do, and something to eat. I was spoiled rotten from birth, with access to a multitude of things [at home] that most kids would absolutely have loved to have had early on. And when you consider all of this, it makes the condescension seem pretty illogical and off-base. But on top of having so much at my fingertips at a young age, there was always something wrong in the background of everything, which may be understandable when you consider that so much money is going towards things of enjoyment rather than things of personal advancement.

I grew up both seeing and hearing some pretty fucked up, horrible things, the brunt of which consisted of incessant family drama. I've seen members of my immediate family nearly kill each other in heated arguements, which always ended on horridly sour notes. None of the problems I've ever witnessed - or ever been an active part of - were ever handled in a mature fashion, which only caused matters to worsen over the years. It's been the source of much embarrassment and shame for as far back as I can remember. And what made it even worse was how, as far as my mom has ever been concerned, christianity played a part in it all.

To summarize this answer, I've always been wrapped up in a multitude of things that at first seem pretty awesome, that make me seem like a really lucky person to have even had such a childhood. But what I've always loved was always mottled with what has always struck terror in me growing up, and as the years progressed, the unstability of it all eventually included me, whereas in the distant past this was not the case. I've always had exactly everything I've ever wanted, possession-wise. But I haven't exactly always had everything I've needed. And in many select cases, I made the conscious decision to avoid certain potentially harmful things in life on my own, like chemical dependency and, quote/unquote, "wild living." The vast majority of you who look down on and laugh at people like me haven't experienced anything of note that I feel particularly 'downtrodden' about for having 'missed out' on. But I still like your art anyway, so keep on drawing wanton smut, lol...



Why the religion bashing?

Unlike many people who live in other states, I was never a part of a massively bigoted or otherwise prejudice church body. The protestant church I was raised in throughout most of my life has never been a place of extremism, where pastors and other church leaders try to win people over to their way of thinking through wholly inane personal agendas railed against gays or ethnic groups, or other specific peoples of the world. It's body consists predominantly of caucasians, but it's always been a very accepting place full of open-minded, temperate people.

To relate to several people on this website in just a few words (and I know I will after having said them) I've seen the pros and cons of religious worship, and I'm based towards the side that has both seen and had enough of being 'bible-beaten' to death for a multitude of morbidly skewed reasons. In all actuality, I've always been conditioned to simply praise and love God. I'm not Catholic, and I've never been put through a catholic school. About the only religiously based school I was ever put through was a certain preschool. And if memory serves, I was either taken out of that school and put in a non-religious school, or the school itself has renounced its position as being a religiously based school. I had to be about age 2, 3, or 4 back when this was still prevalent. And how would I remember something that far back? Because my memory and its photographic and audiographic nature is a beast that is not to be fucked with, making it nigh impossible to lie to me about what I've gone through since as far back as when I was still being sung to sleep in a baby crib with only an orange teddy bear and a dusty old storybook about sea monsters to comfort me (and yeah, illustrations of textured, scaley hides were as sexy to me BACK THEN as they are to me NOW... ).



"Nobody talks so constantly about God as those who insist that there is no God."

- Heywood Broun (1888 - 1939)



To me, it's all a matter of avoiding crossfires. I make the occasional bullshit attempt to say something amusing or poorly thought out about religion every so often only to poke fun at something that can be looked at in a multitude of ways by a multitude of people. I grew up surrounded by oodles of videogames, but I also grew up under the "shadow" of christianity. And concerning the earlier mention of my mom, it's been the source of some pretty stupid clusterfuck "scenes" both in the distant past and the more recent past.

While I'd like to attribute its influence to why I have always been drug-free (with the exception of prescription medication), that honor rests more with common fucking sense. Seeing smoke come from a dragon's nostrils is "cool." Seeing smoke come from MY nostrils...would be STUPID, comprende?

I can "talk to enough cars" and "see enough psychadelic illusions" in my sleep, WITHOUT the influence of any "mary jane" or fucking "HENNESSY." :V But keep doing them, because consequently enough, they only make your visual work THAT MUCH more epic, lol...



Why vore?

For psychological reasons, just like everyone here with enough of a HISTORY about themselves to even substantiate such a fetish can (but most likely won't) attest to, excluding all the derpy KIDS who, most recently, have been jumping on the vore bandwagon only out of an honestly innocent affinity for the subject in general add "I WANNA BE A PART OF THE FAD! 8D" logic. Just be sure to remember that Lucifer is a pedophile, and that you're only doing yourself a disservice by choosing to play with It for too long, ha ha...

And the flip side of the topic fascinates me too. The idea of a being that stands at the mercy of a more powerful and capable being, unable to deter their coming fate, be it favorable, or fatal. Over the course of this life that I've lived, which has always been choke full of old and even obscure videogame paraphernalia and other such memorabilia from the early 80s, 90s, and the year 2000 on down to the present day, I've seen my share of what, to my easily amused self, was like "Heaven," and what was a slice of "Hell." Being showered with all that you'd ever want in life (those desires honestly short-sighted in scope) and bludgeoned with everything you'd never wish on yourself or another person can have some dauntingly traumatizing effects on a person, leaving them a mess of discombobulations askewed in a multitude of directions, the brunt of which most physicists would attribute to the individual as clearly evident symptoms of extensive mental instability. But as anyone bolstered at a forefront of creative production knows, the notion of "understanding the actual fuck" can be more liberating than submitting oneself to the hampering (or, in some cases, promoting...) effects of any mass-produced and micromanaged medication designed to 'stabilize' a person unto their own eventual incapacitation. But fuck that noise for now, because I haven't downed my meds for the night just yet, and after three or more days without them I become a hypersexual RAPE MACHINE...





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So yeah, I'm not really as "horrifically creepy" as the FAF faithful deem me, and I don't mind the idea of eating you...



Oh jeez, it's things like this that make the religious right cringe (or pray) at the mere THOUGHT of us vorephiles...