Just a bit of a rant to vent out frustration.

I'm sick and tired of artists treating my commissions with absolutely zero regard to me or my time. It is extremely fucked up that in the internet art community you are expected to give your hard earned money in advance and the other side can just not deliver their end of the deal and they will hardly face any repercussions at all. Oh what's that? You have not received your commission after 6 months? Well, tough luck!

I get it, life gets in the way, situations happen, plans fall apart. All of these unexpected things are often the reason for delays and I am not saying "aargh stupid artists, I don't care if you broke your leg!" But what I AM saying is that there needs to be communication and accountability. Medical emergency? Sorry your commission will take another month to finish. Not sure when it will be finished? Here's your money back.

I have commissions that I paid for YEARS ago and I'm still waiting on them. At this point I don't even want them anymore because even if I get them, they'll just remind of all of the frustration I went through with the artist. It honestly would have been nicer if the artist mugged me at gunpoint in an alleyway and took my money, at least then the trouble would have ended right then and there instead of stringing me along for however many years they want.

Anyways, I'm gonna close this with a quote from author Bernard Cornwell:

"Writer's block???? writer's block is nature's way of telling you you're not a writer. If a nurse could have a block, then I could have one: that's how I feel. Nursing is much more difficult than what I do. And they're not allowed to phone up and say: Awfully sorry. I've got nurse's block today."

Hi all, it's been some time.

About 4 months ago I shared with you all the highly likely possibility of this account (and pretty much all of other accounts) being deleted/privated due to a change in immigration policy. I'm happy to say that I have lucked out (for now.) I will not be going into details but for now it's safe to say that I'll be here for the foreseeable future.

The main reason I haven't been much active at all is because I honestly didn't feel motivated to be all happy go lucky in social media while having a piano hanging over me and my family. I'll begin posting stuff again.

Anyways, have a good one!

Hi all.

Today's news about Temporary Protected Status (TPS) means that I am at risk of deportation, and going back to my country would be just throwing me to the wolves.

I see people cheering for this and good for them. They voted, they chose this, it is in their right.

I was born at the wrong place at the wrong time. I have never had the chance to vote, neither in the US nor in my country. In one because I was not old enough to vote when dictatorship came to power. In the other, I was never given the right to vote at any point.

I have worked hard to have what I have and have had to make immense sacrifices to be where I am in life. It is not my fault that my country crashed and burned, and it is not my fault that there are criminal migrants. Never committed a crime. Never done anything illegal. Never been to court.

I am a public worker. I am engaged in projects and activities with my local community. I pay my taxes on time.

Regardless of your opinion on immigration policies, I am a person currently at risk of deportation.

I cannot go back to my country as I and my family will most likely face persecution from the authoritarian government that forced us to flee in the first place.

With all that being said, unless stated otherwise I will either be closing or privating this account on September. This also goes for all of my other accounts (twitter, discord, etc).

Have a good evening.

Hi all, it's been some time.

Things are not much better now than when I took a break, it honestly didn't feel right to be posting happy go lucky furry stuff while people close to me were an inch away from disappearing without a trace. For a slight second there I thought I could maaaybe go back to my land but oh well.

Anyways, I'll start posting again.

Buh-bye

Hi hi,

As some of you may know, I am from Venezuela born and raised. I left the country at the age of 18 and currently reside in the US. My country has recently been under much turmoil and oppression. My daily routine lately has been quite literally wake up > work > get home > be glued to the screen watching videos and reading reports on what's going back home > sleep > rinse and repeat.

I don't like to use this space for politics nor deeply personal matters as I generally don't think that neither of those things really belong on social media but those thoughts aside, the situation of my country has left me scarred with what I now fear might be life-long trauma that still haunts me to this very day and I am terrified to think it will chase me for the rest of my life.

So with all that said, for the immediate future I will not be posting much at all, maybe a few SL pictures or commissioned art here and there in support of the Venezuelan people. But other than that I will be going on a bit of a hiatus as my stress has gotten a little too much to bear lately.

This last bit you don't need to read at all, it's a bit of a personal rant:

I grew up in a middle class family and with each passing year, we slowly become poorer. I used to get all the latest toys when I was a little kid, by the time I was 18 we could not afford ketchup. I still remember the burning image of my mom crying in front of the TV at midnight after the dictator had won another "election," saying "How long will this go on for? How much longer do we have to live in misery." That night will forever be burned in my memory.

I still carry with me the memories of going to protests, of talking to the students, of arguing with the policemen. Memories so bittersweet that in a way I wish I could forget about and never remember them ever again, yet I still cherish them for being so important in shaping the resilient person I have become.

Memories of having to lie and cheat to survive. Memories of conniving and backstabbing friends and neighbors to make ends meet. Memories of telling my mom "No it's okay, trust me I'm not hungry" just so that she could have another meager scrap of food to eat.

I know that by this point almost everyone has stopped reading this post, but anyways and all the same. I will most likely be taking a bit of a hiatus for a short bit.

Hope you all have a good evening.

Oh man, it's my birthday today again
Time is going by way too fast, someone please make it stop 😅

It's red panda day today

You have to be nice to me and give me food (the law demands it)

I turn 25 today!
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I'm having a quarter life crisis

Welp, it has been six long years since I saw myself forced to flee my country. The road has been long and unforgiving, carrying not only the baggage of my past in another land but also the hopes and the dreams that I had to leave behind.

To quote the great Arturo Uslar Pietri:

"The time has come for Venezuela, the time of the true Venezuelans.
Above the pain and embarrassment of what has happened, today
more than ever we will have the opportunity and even the challenge
of remaking a country capable of achieving the goals offered
by its great possibilities.

It will not be easy, just as any big enterprise has never been easy."

Welp, it has been six long years since I arrived in this country. The road has been long and unforgiving, carrying not only the baggage of my past in another land but also the hopes of a new life in this land of opportunity.

To quote Garth Ennis in Preacher:

"I like this country, Jesse. I like baseball and whiskey and mom's apple pie.
Not my mom's apple pie, but you know what I mean. And the stars and stripes,
and John Wayne, and fireworks on the Fourth of July...
And I like the myth of the place.

The myth of America: that simple, honest men,
born of her great plains and woods and skies have made a nation of her,
and will prove worthy of her when the time is right.

Under a harsh light it is false.

But a good myth to live up to, all the same."