https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2018/12/the-next-french-revolution-is-a-battle-for-the-sou.html

https://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/837934

It would seem all stars are lining up for the big one, and everyone wants to get America involved, while at the same time, only investing in the team that is winning for the moment.

I pray for the best of France, but I am made to wonder if the Yellow Vest are really on the side of the right or the side of the left. We claim to not live in a black and white world, one of good and evil, be we must agree that there are winners and loosers. We would be deluding ourselves if we believed that after the smoke clears we all can just get along and go back to our old lives.

They call themselves the Fair Observer: that is ironic https://www.fairobserver.com/region/europe/gilets-jaunes-yellow-vests-protests-france-emmanuel-macron-news-16251/ I only read inciting journalism and I guess this is why my friend in the U.K. is writing about the ethics of Journalism in France. I would to. I heave a heavy sigh for the Yellow Vests because if they loose, if the momentum swings in the favor of Macron, they would be deemed liars and their cause punishable as treason.

Then these writers have the nerve to include American politics into there papers while denying the American a right to give aid or advice on how they govern their civil strife.

When we will we ever learn?

@Pxnnalanso a.k.a. Pen is an airy Hispanic Aquarius, who considers herself a creator, writing student of the United Kingdom and directs “Pennsprivateparty.wordpress.com.” She joined twitter some time in February  of 2018 and stumbled across a few of my tweets and writings and was pleasantly pleased enough with my ideas of art that she chose to follow me. 

 She was even gracious enough to give me encouragement on my art and become an addition to my compilation of beautiful faces.

The most interesting feature of this wonderful writer is not only the hands that penned a letter to the

Prime Minister of England with a fluidity and sharpness of an adept wielder of a rapier, but she has a mouth that curves in the most exotic of angles, dripping with a humor and bliss that comes with her youth and confidence in her ability to hold her own in the halls of the classic laureates.

I was surprised that she could appreciate my form of writing and the content. I was certain my stance on the world would turn her off and she would never grace my platform and galleries again. Yet she remains and my private servers are filled with her smiling face that gives me so much pleasure.

Miles of ocean, culture, motivations and internal desires separate us but thanks to the internet, we are able to open a portal and through the looking glass, send lights of beauty, and warmth to one another. In the hope of pleasing one another. It really is fantastic in what I’ve been able to accomplish in the way of Fantasy Art based on a real person. When I look at Pen all I see is a gorgeous woman who has bewitched me, beyond reason. Someone I am willing to bend the knee for but have little hope that she will ever knight me. So I hold onto this picture, a face I will always remember.

Yes, the ideas I hear on the radio are ok, but my taste in music is her face.

I am really at a loss as to what I can compare this style of art to; I can’t call it Fine Art though at times it reminds me of Fine Art. I can’t call it a pin-up from the 50’s or vintage art from the 30’s, it has a flavor of all though. A million worlds swirling like milk in tea and as I look over the rim of innate deep rich colors, all I see is her face.

Have you ever seen someone once and from the first glance, knew they would be a person you never forget?

Was it something they said? The way they smiled or posed for the camera? Have you ever been star struck by someone that did not have to sit in a beauty parlor for hours to enhance their glamour for a thirty-minute commercial, you’ll never remember?

What do you do when you see a person like that? What is the proper response to admirations and infatuations?

I am just the artist. I am not as fortunate as the man or woman that gets to hold the image that leaves me restless.

I am just the artist. I am not as important as the person that can simply walk into the room and make her smile or encourage her to speak to them.

I am just the artist who sits with his pen and in a thousand lines re-creates a joy many of her circle are already accustomed to.

 From what I have learned of her, she is a ball of passionate energy, a humanitarian and witchy in regards to nature. She describes herself as a, “Spirit in a body.” I really enjoyed this thought of her. Natural and controlled by the desires of her heart and they are known by the messages she writes and to those closet to her. She is a canvas of a few tattoos that adorn her hear and there, The “Flower of Life,” on her chest, also the “Om and a Sun” on her right forearm. The “Alchemy symbol of creation.” I am sure since that she has been blazing a poetic trail where ever she happens to be. At peace with the world and the world of her own creation. I also have a om and a sun on my right forearm. The alchemy symbol of creation on my left

She was very pleased with my renditions of her and I dare say, since no one has ever drawn her before, I have once again aided in making history. Which makes the entire endeavor more intimidating that drawing portraits already are. I was asked once did I suffer from trepidation in the midst of a project and before beginning to draw Penny I always felt I did not have the issue. In fact as a child and young adult I could not stand portraits. They were too easy, too traditional, too boring to bring to the attention of the public  and expect them to retain the amount of interest, I, the artist am inclined to have for a “Still Life,” production. Then Penny came along with her Spanish Aquarius features, a flash of golden brown hair. Deep brown eyes and delicious smile and I could care less about how the world feels about vintage art or avant-garde developments, this queen of prose and thought, had to be added to my collection of inspiring women that has only seemed to grow in mass as the days grow longer.

Typically, it takes me three days to finish a piece of art. I have been working on Penny for a week and may extend the process to satisfy my desire to bring out more luster from the canvas. I have been commended on the bold application of color and deep lines in the past and wanted to achieve an intensity, I can’t say I have a reference for. I also wanted to have more time with this particular muse, to the disappointment of my other clients, and pro-bono commissioners. Many of them have felt neglected due to my present preoccupation.

Though I have begun to feel, if I must continue to be a “starving artist,” I’d much rather be at peace with myself and not be stressed by applicants who refuse to pay for requested pieces of art. I also did not want to think about myself for a while. I did not want to think about my dwindling correspondences, lack of a social life, lack of potential buyers, willing to take what I have to offer, add it to their cycle of showcases or put them in a compilation of books to assist in inspiring the thousands of would be creators to fill their homes with the works made by hand from those like me, destined to fade with time.

I look at my works and volumes of eclectic ideas yet to be disclosed and wonder how the world of art will change in ten years. This desire to not think about the pressure that is building in my own imaginative and reflexive mind, has allowed me to delve deep into the writings of Penny and find in her a kindred relation.

A precious stone covered in oms, flowers, stars, surrounded by a flame that has warmed my heart.    

After devising an illustration of Lara Croft the Tomb Raider from ideas taken from artists like Victor Rinaldi, who’s piece of art; a simple pencil and ink drawing received 3,018 views since it’s debute March 2 2013, I realized I was not alone in my love and admirations for this legendary icon of game play and femme fatale lore.

 Craig Macmillan, a Premium Gallery owner, of the United Kingdom did well when he found Victor’s work to showcase. I sometimes wonder what a gallery owner who has had to take stakes in the arts would say about my own work, but I will content myself with the idea that I was not too late to contribute my name to the list of artists  that took on Lara Croft.

 Stephan Ashby spoke with the Eidos Montreal team that produced all three of the newest titles for Lara Croft set in the Mayan forests and David Anfossi says, They have no plans to make another game. A large mix of Ubisoft developers and Crystal Dynamics got together to make a beautiful game that focuses on Lara Croft and her independent nature.

 I look at Lara Croft and place her in a field of cultural influences and in the midst of all the women that have sought to showcase what a strong woman, a confident woman, one that can stand toe to toe with a man and kick his ass, a woman that can do the job of a man, better than a man and I wonder did she really do her job well?

 Many suggest that there will never be another Lara Croft and I hope they are right. I hope she remains a legend and not a re-washed character of feminist propaganda like Wonder Woman- Salt- Black Widow of Marvel-Spider girl-Bat girl-She-Hulk-Tank-Girl- Power girl- Samus Aran and the list can go on as long as I desire it really, but  I hope Lora Croft can age gracefully with me like my love for 007 and her other male counter parts of the United Kingdom action genres.

I took a poll on twitter and asked people, “How did Tomb Raider make you feel as a child growing up?”

 1) 0%Feminist Icon?

2) 100%A puzzle master

3) 0%feminist propaganda

4)  0% A game for everyone?

These stats are set to change by the end of the week, but at the moment after a day of polling it seems many believe the game just had a wonderful emphasis on tactics, strategy, puzzle mastery and no matter how the game evolves graphically, as long as they can feel like ‘puzzle masters,’ by the end of it, they will continue to play.  

So I was browsing through my blogs and noticed someone from Germany read my piece on Eroticism https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/where-there-is-eroticism-there-is-liberty/

They never said anything but they read it and I hope they took some thing good from it. I really wish people would leave comments or something to say what they thought or how they felt about it. If I should shut up and continue with another article on the same subject just more indepth.

At the moment I can only take silence to mean acquiescence.

It was nice to find that so many appreciated my take of a Christmas Special. https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1028205  So much so that I can only hope many will find this next one just as entertaining. I did not think anyone would want to open the door and find Futanaris behind it but in truth, we all just like a  good story.

 A good story. That is what I bumped into when I noticed how many people have been fluttering into Newgrounds.com and the idea of the internet exploding with NSFW material on what could seem to be a protest on the idea of censoring “intellectual property.”

 Some claim that start-up websites can not handle the responsibilities of monetizing content, and this is a justifiable reasoning behind the Tumblr Purge and “Thot-audits,” of twitter and many social media platforms.

Except people are forgetting that you really don’t want a corporation big or small to regulate how you earn your money. It should never have been the responsibility of Tumblr, Twitter, Googleplus, Facebook or Youtube to control the flow of anyone’s money. They were simply to be a platform that encouraged the flow of information; never was the grand intention to scrutinize how individuals made a living.

It is due to this reliance on “globalists,” devisers of per-cappa incentives, that we must suffer the misinformation of Daniel Benjamin, who would propose our sitting American President to be a kin to Karl Lueger who according to Benjamin, a former coordinator for center terrorism at the U.S. State Department, received accolades from Hitler during his tenor as mayor of Vienna. Just as Benjamin placed blame of the internet on his enemies, Tumblr placed blame for a massive drop in users on a community innocent of any hateful propaganda.

In the midst of my busy scheldue I also came across a Neko who as a male is gorgeous. He claims to be a power bottom but my taste in music is his face. I asked to create a fan art piece of NekoTaks OC Nex and he agreed.

There is talk about the struggle presented in earning a living from NSFW material and the lack of value in our field of study.

It sickens me. Tumblr’s self-righteous insistence on purging NSFW material and the lack of coverage this phenomenon is receiving in the news. Each artist brought a level of viewer ship and usage of the platform that ranges in the thousands. Earning only what each can garner from the private solicitation and patronage of their audience and come Dec 17th 2018, that will end and push developers to rely on only two sources of information dispensaries. Which makes it easier to target and shut down the potential clientele of creators. I am sure that is the goal.

At this point you might be asking what does this have to do with Nex the Necko and his little monster girl Tumblette? Well I thought it would be a wonderful Christmas gift to Tumblr to receive a curtain call to their support of NSFW content by suggesting they suck a Necko’s dick.

So. I am confused: Giselle - The Best Ass in Dallas

@escortGiselle blocked me on twitter because I said she looks like she eats a lot of avocados.

Did she take this to mean I was being disrpectful or slurrish or crude in some way? I mean you might be asking yourself right now, what does a person look like after eating a lot of avocados and if you don't know then just take a look at Giselle's profile. Ladies if you want to compete with the best ass in the nation or world wide, I presonally advice a high diet of avocados and this is not to say that I feel only Spanish, or partially Spanish, or ethinic women have big asses and only ethnic food produces a big ass.

It is just a fact.

No one is going to have a good shape without a high content of fat to support the body. E.g. Avocados.

I am sure that is why I have a big dick. Cause I eat Avocados every morning.

What were some of the reasons you were blocked from viewing the post of a social media escort?

Where was I during a Smurf Flood?

https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/stevechopz/i-smurfed-my-smurfs

How did I miss a Smurf Flood? Why was this not televised along with the Shuttle Crash of 2018?

Well as of yet, few have been able to explain to me, where lies in the idea of “gender equality,” among NSFW detractors, who suggest “The illustrating of a penis is too explicit?” These detractors will make room for lesbian, gay and alien sex, but have a hysterical fit if you illustrate the actions of a ‘normal,’ and healthy heterosexual occurrence.

 As of late the idea of being hindered artistically out of fear of offending some majority consensus that attributes “adult,” art with that of a ‘lesser,’ caliber of literature or avenue of story telling and degrade it further by suggesting the illustration of a penis is more concerning than that of breasts or clitoris of female form, has me feeling stifled. Highly isolated, stuck in a corner and made to sit in detention because I said penis.

 After contemplating the illustrated short story of my past and present affections towards Victoria, I realized I have very few to share these events with or the illustrations. Considering many find this style repugnant and then there are those that have no use for heterosexual relationships. It has gotten so bad I read in a gamers magazine, months ago, of how Steve Hogarty just can’t stand the need of game developers to incorporate NSFW material into the dialogue and special sequences. He went on at length as to how he as a homosexual just could no tolerate the hero and heroine displaying sexual urges.

Modernlove@newyorktimes.com by  Helen Schulman, author of “Come With Me,” recently wrote an article based on the premise of “What her life might have been had she not married her husband.” Similar to the theme of the 1998 Gwyneth Paltrow  film, “Sliding Doors.” A chick-flick that I never would have allowed any of the women in my life to watch, lest I had to be made aware of their hidden, promiscuous fantasies.

The Christmas Season is full of these notions of, “Window Shopping,” fever. We walk by the expensive shops and in out minds ponder what our lives would be like if we had that expensive accessory. There was a time when people where no more than expensive accessories to me. I had enough in my pocket to turn my window shopping excursions into reality and never pondered long of what my life would if I had that person in my life.

 This Christmas season is shockingly different though. I’ve been pondering what would it be like to have Sarah the Switch Hitter and TTFPH in my life. Who at the moment are different than any video game character, or movie star, or fantasy of my mind that I can not really touch. Sarah was created at the behest of a friend. She like any other Futanari had to navigate this Christmas and holiday season by enjoying the company of those that respect and love her. Which according to Jeffery Kluger will become harder and harder in an Administration willing to roll back protections set for this scientific anomaly.

 The strains placed upon an artist and writer for discussing the activities that occur after too many spiked egg nogs between a man and a woman are intense. The NSFW community is attacked verbally by an increasingly aggressive religious community. Women like Stormy Daniels, honestly can not expect the glamour of Democrat support to last for very long. For in the presence of political debate, anything she achieves in the field of smut will be frowned upon by delegates in the House and Senate, no matter how many adds suggest “men should support #HeFORSHE.org.”

 I have been navigating the underground for a long time and as the writers before me Marquis De Sade, Robert Crumb, Maggie McNeill, my library is extensive, I have believed in the joy presented in eroticism. My only misgivings is, “How the world will see me, if they know, I would not mind taking TTFPH and Sarah out for dinner and a movie on Christmas Eve and getting them presents to put under the tree?” There are so many stories and songs and tales that support heterosexual love, open relationships, common law marriages, dating with no intention of marrying, relationships of women over the age of fifty with men barley in their second year of college.

Yet none would admit that they would take a Futanari and make that person their Christmas wish. I have seen the support given to lesbian relationships, the butch with the lipstick lesbian is a part of the HIP-HOP culture and is insinuated and glorified in every aspect of Cardi B’s music in hopes of out witting Nicki Minaj’s appeal.  Accolades are given to two beautiful ‘she-males,’ who are willing to display themselves as an item. I just have not heard enough of two she-males in an open relationship desiring to have a three-some with a male that loves the way their hair falls around the curve of their neck and the lusciousness of their lips around his hard dick. This year I have my misgivings that come with opening this door, because I am a man of particular tastes. I would never settle for an unattractive woman and I think the same expectations of sensuality should be held for the she-male. If I fill my stockings with this wish, I would hope they would have the same desire. To be with someone that makes them nut from simply looking at them.

 Because I am an artist, honestly I love to communicate through the internet and I love dirty talk. I would like to think that if I can make someone nut intellectually, with my words and the images I display, then I have achieved a level of promiscuity that exceeds the games we are able to play while ‘sexting.’

I used to sext at lot when I had a phone but I don’t use the phone anymore. Too expensive. I no longer skype as much as I used to in college. I never did get any Futanari’s to find me interesting during college and how could I? We could do nothing in public, we had to wait for Halloween parties or Freak-Nick’s or the college parties that nearly cost Brett Kavanaugh his seat on the Supreme Court. There is a whole world I miss at times from my youth that as I age, I will no longer be apart of. I love the idea of being able to illustrate this one Christmas wish, though.

Stephanie Zacharek presents Freddie Mercury’s ‘multitudinous sexuality,’ as a conundrum that should be a handicap that is to be ignored. Constantly she reminds you that he was married to Mary Austin and deeply in love with her, as if anyone ever questioned that. She asks, does it depict his sexuality in a way that’s acceptable to all? Then asks who is qualified to say?

She suggests Rami Malek’s performance as the Rock God was difficult based on his disorienting gazes, not hidden by editing. He is quoted in suggesting coming out as gay, “Was like an astronaut re-entering Earth’s atmosphere and finding the ride to bumpy he barley survives it.”

Hollywood has turned “Queen,” into an LGBTQ history lesson but I am a man that loves women, has had children and grew up with the Rock Ballard’s of Bohemian Rhapsody in my home since I was four years of age. I am not gay and I love my Zanzibar Parsi, icon of legend.

To end this discussion, I want it understood that real love, true love, a Christmas love can breach barriers built by the limitations of man and returning to Earth from orbit of the mind does not always have to end like the OCT 11th  2018 crash landing of the Soyuz Space Shuttle.                 

I was given a very interesting view point of my work, from someone who may not want to be associated with this article, but in response to a previous post; it was suggested that because my work has a tendency to reach beyond the realms of the erotic, many may be turned off by it and desire to distance themselves from it.  I felt this to be an understandable notion, considering the on going aggression set against NSFW material.

 This of course could not stand up to the love given to “NUT BUSH,” by Hentai-Foundry.com and Newgrounds.com- that even though they are an organization dedicated to the preservation of the art form, have none-the-less found room for my work that is neither Hentai or merely erotic.

“Nut Bush,” received support from Hentai-Foundry and having gallery space is always a thrill. Despite all of the negative comments, it is so pleasing to know deep down in the hearts of those that produce the site, they want to give way for the tales of the Dream Weaver.

 I did not use Krita for “Nut Bush,” but I wish I had. Instead I used it for “Gagee-Irin Sriklaew.” Krita is a very disturbing digital format. So the best I can expect is just a touch-up system. I don’t know if any will like what I have been able to render from Krita, compared to what I can do by hand, but she was a wild ride and fun at that. Krita wanted to do what she wanted to do the whole time, when I said left, she wanted to go right. When I asked for an air-brush, she would give me a wet paint brush and tell me, 'she did not know what an air-brush was and does not see how such a tool can be used for art."

I had told a friend I wanted her assistance in the development of this art piece and I still do, I am not completely satisfied with what I have developed and would love to know what she can make of a few of my mistakes and how she would fix the project. If it can be fixed.

 I had been asked to draw Gagee. Which was a story devised by Oam Aw-in and directed by Arch Adhya and starred Irin Sriklaew as Gagee. (The wife of the king of Varanasi who was not satisfied by the king sexually and sought out one of his generals for her moment of climatic bliss.)

 I felt it was fitting to draw her and add her story to my collection, after thinking of the motifs of a few of my latest projects. Faithfulness, fidelity and loyalties and all that come with it.

It is interesting, when you read the biography of the film, they tell you the whole story in a short paragraph, there is almost no need to watch the move after reading what it’s about, because I am sure, true to Indian custom, the woman is caught and killed and so is the young general.

Sadness, from beginning to end, all for one, climatic moment.

Speaking of Indian customs, I recently read in the paper an article written by Malin Fezehai of a Yemenite in Israel. The wedding took place as a henna celebration at the Yemeni Heritage Center in Rosh Ha’Ayin, Israel. The bride was 24 years old, Meyral Yehud who loves the henna tradition. I placed my own depiction of henna on the eye of the elephant in “Gagee-Irin Sriklaew,” and recently learned that Indians, Pakistani, African and the Middle East can trace roots back to the use of henna markings and the ‘triangles,’ which are believed to have supernatural powers.

 There was another story that was interesting of a couple who had fallen in love from the confines of a rehabilitation center. Vowing to get married when they found sobriety. Robbie Dexheimer (33) and Alba Hancock (27). I feel they are at a good age to find out in life what is important and word towards it. I was interested in these two because Robbie now works at Grove, a digital-first brand agency in Concord Mass. Where he is associate creative director. His wife runs Mayday Health, a hotline for treatment centers and crazy people. Makes me wonder why creatives and imaginative people are off kilter?    

Victoria Maria Harris Edwards,

A real-life femme fatale I’ve always kept miles of highway, city traffic and mutual acquaintances as low as one person a year.

 She recently has divorced her fourth husband, which means she is single and fair game. This of course does not mean she will ever play the game of Nut Bush fair.

 Nutbush City Limits

Ike & Tina Turner

A church house, gin house
A school house, outhouse
On highway number nineteen
The people keep the city clean
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, been a long time, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is…

Twenty-five was the speed limit
Motorcycle not allowed in it
You go t'the store on Fridays
You go to church on Sundays
They call it Nutbush, been a long time, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
You go to the fields on week days
And have a picnic on Labor Day
You go to town on Saturday
But go to church every Sunday
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
They call it Nutbush city limits
No whiskey for sale
You get caught, no bail
Salt pork and molasses
Is all you get in jail
They call it Nutbush, oh Nutbush
Yeah they call it Nutbush city
Nutbush city limits

A little old town in Tennessee, it's called
Quiet little old community, a one-horse town
You have to watch what you're puttin' down
In old Nutbush, they call it Nutbush

Some time last year I told you how we met and parted on as good of terms anyone is allowed to separate from her. Due to the fact that I’ve never been inside of her, I’ve never had to face the venom that comes with her scorn. She phoned me from jail a few days ago, insisting I make sure her mother has her daughter and collects the $200.00 need to aid in her release.

 She did not even spend a weekend in jail after being charged with an assault against her husband that has led him to filing papers. She might have retained her marriage if she waited to get home to beat him.

One day I’ll ask her if she had to do it in the nail salon?

I always did want a woman who was willing to stand toe to toe with me, but I don’t think any man should tolerate a woman who beats him in the face, just because he say’s “No,” to her paying for the most expensive manicure they have to offer.

Anyway, I am browsing through my collections of images of her and still I get a hard on thinking about her. I want to tell her and all, but I don’t want to deal with the drama that comes with it. She is the kind of person that if she lets you fuck one time, you are better off marrying her because at least you can hold onto the idea of maintaining control of her volatility and can fuck her to sleep if she gets to throwing a temper tantrum.

 Don’t get caught with another woman and let her find out. The woman will end up in stiches and you’ll come home to a knife, slicing, paper cut thin marks along the edge of your dick while she seduces you with her curvaceous mouth.

You know we where the best of friends when we were young and if I was to write her now, you’d think just a letter or a card that said, “Your missed and loved.” Just a platonic smile and hug~ Just a look of appreciation, things that make out hearts full and want to be around people.

Something on her birthday- to let her know I remember and think of her. I do miss her. A lot of the time. But I know if I write her, she will tell her mother, who would tell her aunt, and cousins, sigh~ and everyone will know that I wrote her and that would be kin to fucking her in the minds of those that know how much she loved me when we young.

Oh, how I loved her.