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Or followed art_eric on twitter, go do so now! They have absolutely amazing talent!
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Posted 9 years agoit's my birthday again... i keep getting older... i nu want older...
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Posted 11 years agoyou know what to do... hit it... HIT IT, HIT IT HIT IT HIT IT!
PLEASE, THINK OF THE CHILDREN
Posted 11 years agowe live in a world where our children suffer because we made mistakes. we live in a world where everyone else thinks they can do better with your child, where they think they know whats best. we live in a world where people have children when they turn out to not be as capable of being a parent as they thought, we live in a world where we glorify the death of a child as a reminder that bad things happen.
where parents lose their kids because they made one tiny mistake, where parents who do nothing but abuse their children, and get away with it till their child is dead.
and when that child is dead, we mourn, that's normal. but when we carry it on as a war cry for 9 years, it turns his death meaningless. i don't care about the dead kids... there's nothing more we can do for them now. instead we should be focusing on those that are still alive, focus on those that are in foster homes, homeless, abused, or malnourished. bad things happen... parents die, and leave a child. but that child should not become another number in the system, he should have a family to go to. we shove our kids in homes, and sometimes they never find a family. and sadly, sometimes those families are only using them for personal gain...
there are couples everywhere who seek adoption... but there is a problem.
gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender families, are often barred from being allowed to adopt. we are prevented from giving a child a new home, we are not allowed to give a child a happy life, because according to religion, we are not capable of raising a child. according to religion, we are unable to provide an emotionally stable environment.
what religion does not know, is that our definition of an emotionally stable environment includes unconditional love. me and my partner Sirene Tokala... we do not have a child. but both of us agree, if our child told us he wanted to be something, we would support him. however, parenting isn't all that simple.
if my child wanted to be a drug addict... i'd say no.
if my child wanted to preach against gay rights, i'd say no.
if my child wanted to kill others, i'd say no.
if my child intentionally hurts animals for fun, i'd say no.
if my child wanted to hate women, i'd say no.
you will then look at me and call me a hypocrite... because even though i promised to support my child, i will not support him if his actions hurt others.
you might also call me a failed parent, because my child has interests that would be dangerous, or violent.
it takes more than two people to raise and influence a child in his growing years. as he grows, he will encounter your every day behaviors, some good, some bad. this does not mean i've failed as a parent, this means we've failed as a society, to teach kids the right thing to do.
so please... mourn the children we have lost... but do everything in your power to make sure the children of today, don't repeat the same mistakes that caused another child to die.
where parents lose their kids because they made one tiny mistake, where parents who do nothing but abuse their children, and get away with it till their child is dead.
and when that child is dead, we mourn, that's normal. but when we carry it on as a war cry for 9 years, it turns his death meaningless. i don't care about the dead kids... there's nothing more we can do for them now. instead we should be focusing on those that are still alive, focus on those that are in foster homes, homeless, abused, or malnourished. bad things happen... parents die, and leave a child. but that child should not become another number in the system, he should have a family to go to. we shove our kids in homes, and sometimes they never find a family. and sadly, sometimes those families are only using them for personal gain...
there are couples everywhere who seek adoption... but there is a problem.
gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender families, are often barred from being allowed to adopt. we are prevented from giving a child a new home, we are not allowed to give a child a happy life, because according to religion, we are not capable of raising a child. according to religion, we are unable to provide an emotionally stable environment.
what religion does not know, is that our definition of an emotionally stable environment includes unconditional love. me and my partner Sirene Tokala... we do not have a child. but both of us agree, if our child told us he wanted to be something, we would support him. however, parenting isn't all that simple.
if my child wanted to be a drug addict... i'd say no.
if my child wanted to preach against gay rights, i'd say no.
if my child wanted to kill others, i'd say no.
if my child intentionally hurts animals for fun, i'd say no.
if my child wanted to hate women, i'd say no.
you will then look at me and call me a hypocrite... because even though i promised to support my child, i will not support him if his actions hurt others.
you might also call me a failed parent, because my child has interests that would be dangerous, or violent.
it takes more than two people to raise and influence a child in his growing years. as he grows, he will encounter your every day behaviors, some good, some bad. this does not mean i've failed as a parent, this means we've failed as a society, to teach kids the right thing to do.
so please... mourn the children we have lost... but do everything in your power to make sure the children of today, don't repeat the same mistakes that caused another child to die.
like a red red rain...
Posted 11 years agoi have... faint memories of a February day, which resulted in a massive shock to my emotional being. i've blocked it out, the best i can, but the very obvious scars bring back memories. they still hurt... no doubt i did damage, but not bad enough to bother me.
i was young. and i was stupid. and suicide was glorified through my icons and idols, but i was always against it. i remember the fight, i remember my mother leaving, and some words were said that i know i regret... i remember going into my bedroom of this little tiny home, from which i was renting a room. weeks earlier i had purchased a hunting knife, top quality, really sharp.
i sat on my bed, crying... all physical feeling leaving my body, and then everything was white. three flashes showed me what happened, then i sat there. feeling as if something had taken control of me. i looked down because my pants felt wet, they were drenched in blood. my arm, butchered open with three wildly swung slashes.
i gasped... i panicked... i grabbed the towel off the back of my door and wrapped my arm quickly and tightly. i ran out into the hallway, screaming for william... the other room mate who was also a doctor of sorts. blood wasn't dripping... the towel was holding. i told him to call 911, and to get duct tape to wrap the blanket tight. the landlords boyfriend came out of his room and saw everything, he dialed my mom, and the first thing i hear from her after she hears the news is her shrill screaming voice...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!
i laughed a little... and responded... "i don't think this is a good time to be yelling at me". she fell... totally silent. she was back at the house within a minute, she hadn't gotten far. she was pale, she was tired... and she was scared. she was almost quickly followed by police, who came in with guns drawn because they thought i still had the knife on me. (i had hidden it and didn't want to tell them where it was because... well i just bought the damn thing)
they cut off the duct taped towel, applied a coagulant powder and bandages, and used a blood pressure cuff to apply pressure. my blood pressure had dropped alot... no wonder, i opened up my damn arm. i sat on the gurney, in the ER, doctors waited for it to stop bleeding before they went to work. mom sat there... i don't remember the conversation we had, all i remember is that she was hungry... she hadn't eaten. i kept asking for food, and i gave it to her. i had never felt so stupid in my life.
i didn't want this.
therapists, and psychologists, and doctors abound, poking and prodding me and asking questions... i had been working a dead end job, and it was killing every part of me. i busted my ass, trying to do my best, but i couldn't keep up. and even then, my best was exhausting for me. i worked the most demeaning job ive ever had, and it didn't feel gratifying, i didn't make money... i was living off shelter food and barely making rent, i figured... well jessica can wait for her rent, i need to get something to keep me sane, something to have fun once in a while. i bought a PS2.
i was forced to return it... pay her greedy ass the money... i had no internet. i had no games... i had no TV and i had no nearby friends. all i literally did was sleep, work, and eat. i DID have a TV, but she decided that she wanted to move it back into her bedroom, so no access to it for me.
i was emotionally dying.
the doctors seemed to understand my point... i told them that this was probably the stupidest thing i've ever done... i don't want to die, i want to get out of this hell on earth.
2 and a half days in the psyche ward... grandpa visits, mom visits... i sit and watch all the fucking lunatics choke down meds, and accuse newspapers of being riddled with nano bots that record everything.
it was supposed to be a 72 hour hold. i had the option of making it voluntary or involuntary. i said... god yes... keep me here, away from that place. i got out early for good behavior... the doctors knew i wouldn't try again.
Pauline Johnson Kabe... i am so sorry you had to go through that. a part of me wishes they never called you. a part of me wishes you never knew.
but look at me now... it didn't kill me. and i'm so much stronger for it.
i'll be here... for a long time...
i was young. and i was stupid. and suicide was glorified through my icons and idols, but i was always against it. i remember the fight, i remember my mother leaving, and some words were said that i know i regret... i remember going into my bedroom of this little tiny home, from which i was renting a room. weeks earlier i had purchased a hunting knife, top quality, really sharp.
i sat on my bed, crying... all physical feeling leaving my body, and then everything was white. three flashes showed me what happened, then i sat there. feeling as if something had taken control of me. i looked down because my pants felt wet, they were drenched in blood. my arm, butchered open with three wildly swung slashes.
i gasped... i panicked... i grabbed the towel off the back of my door and wrapped my arm quickly and tightly. i ran out into the hallway, screaming for william... the other room mate who was also a doctor of sorts. blood wasn't dripping... the towel was holding. i told him to call 911, and to get duct tape to wrap the blanket tight. the landlords boyfriend came out of his room and saw everything, he dialed my mom, and the first thing i hear from her after she hears the news is her shrill screaming voice...WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?!
i laughed a little... and responded... "i don't think this is a good time to be yelling at me". she fell... totally silent. she was back at the house within a minute, she hadn't gotten far. she was pale, she was tired... and she was scared. she was almost quickly followed by police, who came in with guns drawn because they thought i still had the knife on me. (i had hidden it and didn't want to tell them where it was because... well i just bought the damn thing)
they cut off the duct taped towel, applied a coagulant powder and bandages, and used a blood pressure cuff to apply pressure. my blood pressure had dropped alot... no wonder, i opened up my damn arm. i sat on the gurney, in the ER, doctors waited for it to stop bleeding before they went to work. mom sat there... i don't remember the conversation we had, all i remember is that she was hungry... she hadn't eaten. i kept asking for food, and i gave it to her. i had never felt so stupid in my life.
i didn't want this.
therapists, and psychologists, and doctors abound, poking and prodding me and asking questions... i had been working a dead end job, and it was killing every part of me. i busted my ass, trying to do my best, but i couldn't keep up. and even then, my best was exhausting for me. i worked the most demeaning job ive ever had, and it didn't feel gratifying, i didn't make money... i was living off shelter food and barely making rent, i figured... well jessica can wait for her rent, i need to get something to keep me sane, something to have fun once in a while. i bought a PS2.
i was forced to return it... pay her greedy ass the money... i had no internet. i had no games... i had no TV and i had no nearby friends. all i literally did was sleep, work, and eat. i DID have a TV, but she decided that she wanted to move it back into her bedroom, so no access to it for me.
i was emotionally dying.
the doctors seemed to understand my point... i told them that this was probably the stupidest thing i've ever done... i don't want to die, i want to get out of this hell on earth.
2 and a half days in the psyche ward... grandpa visits, mom visits... i sit and watch all the fucking lunatics choke down meds, and accuse newspapers of being riddled with nano bots that record everything.
it was supposed to be a 72 hour hold. i had the option of making it voluntary or involuntary. i said... god yes... keep me here, away from that place. i got out early for good behavior... the doctors knew i wouldn't try again.
Pauline Johnson Kabe... i am so sorry you had to go through that. a part of me wishes they never called you. a part of me wishes you never knew.
but look at me now... it didn't kill me. and i'm so much stronger for it.
i'll be here... for a long time...
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Posted 11 years agoDO EET
writing something new for once
Posted 11 years agoirrelevant posts
Posted 11 years agoso i've currently been watching an artist for a specific piece, and every time i come on and see a new thing has been posted, my hopes are stabbed and mutilated when i see someone elses crap. FA needs to put a priority watch feature, because i don't wanna see other peoples shit till i find what i'm looking for
FOXES!
Posted 11 years agoso... foxes. awesome right? yes they are. PRAISE BE FOXES!
JESUS JIMMINY CHRIST
Posted 11 years agowhat the HELL is up with people picking on others to a point where you have a BLOG for it?
fucking jerkwads
fucking jerkwads
ZOMG, BIRTHDAY ALERT!
Posted 12 years agoSoooo, a certain special purple fopsy ish having a birthday on the 4th...Give up? It's the love of my life, 
sirenetokala ! Wish him all the best, or Imma bite Yewr butts! :U
sirenetokala ! Wish him all the best, or Imma bite Yewr butts! :UTHIEF
Posted 12 years agothis page is stealing artwork of cubs, and silencing anyone who approaches them about it. report them at once and get them removed!
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Baby.....10292422430649
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Baby.....10292422430649
ART RAFFLE BY BREVITY
Posted 12 years agoyou know what really grinds my gears?
Posted 12 years agowhen furs flat out make posts asking others to pay their bills, setting up gofundme accounts begging for handouts... some of them reaching up to 2500 dollars!
seriously? the person doing this is a very decent artist, but i've seen nothing but excuses and art delays from them, waiting almost an entire month to get a piece done. if they could just do the art they get commissioned for, they wouldn't need to ASK for handouts.
if they happen to read this, good... there is such a thing as common sense, i hope they get some
seriously? the person doing this is a very decent artist, but i've seen nothing but excuses and art delays from them, waiting almost an entire month to get a piece done. if they could just do the art they get commissioned for, they wouldn't need to ASK for handouts.
if they happen to read this, good... there is such a thing as common sense, i hope they get some
ADD ANOTHER ONE!
Posted 12 years agoseriously?
Posted 12 years agothe whole day went by and no one posted anything... did everyone just up and die?
for shame...
for shame...
i've found my soul mate, my one and only <3<3<3
Posted 12 years agothis week... i've found an extraordinary fox, who later turned out to be what i strongly feel as, "the one". i love him so much, he means the world to me. sirenetokala i love you so much sweetie... you are my angel.
sirenetokala i love you so much sweetie... you are my angel. 