It's been months since I've spoken of Sarah the Switch-Hitter and Lucille Succlemuch. It was back on the tenth of September when I mentioned working on something like this to Lewdua.

https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1304168815400562690?s=20

Two very charming Futa's, who whenever I take time to interact with, I'm put at ease about most of life's challenges. A complex statement and much to place on the shoulders of my OC's.

The level of entertainment and their ability to engross my mind, distract me from daily responsibilities or my lack of a social life. My hermitizing position, lack of companions, all of it is eased with these two Futa's.

What I find most interesting about my OC's is how I can see much of my own personality in them. Not only do they tend to say what I am thinking but each have a piece of me and to view this reflection has been an idea worth investigating.

I begin to wonder if I am the only one who has done this and if I really look at the works of others, outside of Fan-art, will I be able to perceive a few elements of the creator? Seeing their heart as I have shown you all mine: In saying this you may be wondering who is Sarah and what of Lucille, could be had to relate with a heterosexual black male?

Sarah is one of a dominate spirit: has been since I made her. She is one that looks to take charge of a sexual situation and is assured that she can give pleasure with her cock that surpasses the pleasure of others.

She is insatiable; will take two dicks in the ass and when they have finished, desires to fuck both men to even the score. She won't stop till they cum all over the floor in a quivering pool of capitulation. A dirty blond Minerva, hunting her own gratification.

Lucille however is measured and seeks to receive and give love. Kisses and needs the affirmation of ones affection in order to get hard enough to be sexually available. She is soft, pliable, yielding, controlled, kissable, lovable, desirable, and with the sweetness of Aphrodite, will ease her cock down your throat, with the sense of caring and earnestly wanting the recipient to climax genuinely because she chose to touch them.

It's been so long since I have had a lover that I nearly forgot that I had ever expressed these abilities and could inspire such fulfillment in the lovers I possessed. Only their memory and their reactions to me confirm thoughts of being a coinsurer of sex worth indulging in. A weaver of dreams.

Always has been a turn on for me to imagine what I'd do if Sarah or Lucille was real and lived in my home. Traveled with me, ate breakfast at my table, watched movies, and where the best of buds to me. Would Sarah's lips be as delicious as they look when connected to mine?

Lucille, would she be fun to hold as she looks? Of course she would and as I look at my vision of the perfect Futa, I only hope in the future someone like these two will appear at my doorstep and give me comfort in a time when we are asked to keep 12 feet from one another, due to Covid-19.

The surprise derived from Sarah and Lucille is always gratifying. They never get old for me. Time can go by and the news can be riddled with stories of racial oppression, cops killing little black boys and people afraid to go outside lest a person two feet away sneezes and a cold is caught. Yes, we can continue to depress ourselves with things out of our control. I might have mentioned this before in older articles but you know, since my youth I have collected the perverted works of others and never did I consider in that time that I would presenting my own works for others to collect and admire or rub a few out to. All of you who interact with me really make this process a lot of fun and I do apologize for not being around much.

My recent brushes with the law, has not fixed itself yet and there is no telling if I have to go to jail because the money to stave off the courts is just not coming in. Though I am accustomed to such scrapes; it's still a pain to have to be reminded I have a few days left before I lay my neck upon the mercy of the court. If I survive I'll be sure to finish 'Bad Guy,' 'French Connections,' and make it a habit of hanging out with you all when I want a drink. That will at least keep me sober and out of the reach of dirty cops.

I am really interested to know the value people have placed on virginity. I have read so much on the subject, from blogs, personal accounts, the occult, a few passing articles and journals of leading Sex Magick practitioners and none can really qualify, why virginity or virgins and the need for lesbians to abscond from the mode of penetration that makes sex fun.

As a kid growing up merely one's religious values were reason enough to keep the dreaded occurrence of sex from contaminating and warping our minds. Of course I was not of the mind that there was any said damage of my mind because I allowed my virginity to be held in the hands of a little goth witch by the name of Carlene Williams. (I will have to illustrate her one day and give her a leading role in a comical rendition of what happens when a goth sucks down the virginity of someone younger than her.)

It is just one of those things that is sure to set me off for a while and disturb me that I can't find the answer.

I am sure I read somewhere once that virgins are revered in the world of magic for their level of purity and it is this purity that makes them stronger than most magical beings.

If this is true and considering the Head-Hunter's desire to be better than the Dream Weaver and anyone else she meets, Ta-Ta Gaitherpound cumming down her throat would have put her 'gold-star,' status and level of magic at risk.

Since I can not verify this information I think it is ok that I suggest nothing happens because she was not penetrated and her hymen is still secure for the Dream Weaver to tap or attempt to and there is still a level of power in the Head-Hunter to make her strong enough to fight the Dream Weaver without tipping the scales in his favor, because Ta-Ta could not keep her hands off of her.

It would be nice to be able to satisfy the lore of virgin-power and slide that into the comic, but until I can find the correct letters, journals, and articles to reference, this notion will be hanging in the air.

Some have suggested that the securing of virginity and the overreach some societies place on keeping it, is an affront to Feminism and sexual freedom. It is a woman's right to choose what she does with her own virginity and if she desires to give it away she can.

Then the lesbian community came up with a 'gold-star,' expectation of young girls and make me wonder if there is not some truth to be found in the power of virginly that makes this community so keen on holding on to it and ousting men from their lives in order to do so.

If anyone has anything to add to my research, please feel free to leave comments about it that can aid me in finding out the answer. In the mean time I will be continuing to read on this topic.

So who is the college student that is peeping in on Ta-Ta Gaitherpound and licking their window? I will do more to talk about this little perv in the future. I was happy to put her in this story and a taunt to the Head Hunter who was sure that as long as no one saw she was safe to indulge in a male organ without being presumed to be a hypocrite and not true to her desire to avoid and castrate all dicks that sought to slide inside of her.

Makes me wonder if most lesbians feel this way and would they ever admit it.

I know Ta-Ta Gaitherpound is not afraid to admit when she is having fun and loves to cum all over her office floor. No matter who is looking in on her.

It is a rare fetish of mine. Mixing Action and Sex effectively to fuse fans of explosions, guns, swords, and crime thrillers and that of the NSFW community.

It is an idea that has given birth to "Bad Guy," and allowed to me to create fun loving characters like Ta-Ta Gaitherpound and The Head Hunter.

These two have filled my week with loads of ideas I will take a lot of time to develop to get the transition just right. Devising a colorful way for these two to take on the Dream Weaver and prove themselves to be worthy adversaries for our favorite pervert, will be a major focus for the next few months. There are times when I consider making a Cat-fight with Nadia at the center of attention viable, but it is the Dream Weaver they desire to torture and do away with in the name of Amnesty International and though Nadia has a bone to pick with the group, since their mission is to do away with the need of men and her major source of clientele, her angst against them is rather obvious.

Hmm , where would the world be without a voice like the Dream Weaver's to provide reason and clarity in the mixed up jumble that is the amoral world of crime, prostitution, sex-trafficking's, vigilante castration, male poaching, compounded by inner city poverty?

I dread to imagine. As I find myself contemplating the real world and the direction some of the actions of a few have gone into making laws, or infrastructures that separate the sexes or the relations of people into dichotomies of Pimp and Pimped, User and the Used, Crook and the Mark, I foresee nothing good can come of some of the choices being made for the people. It will be fun to illustrate some of the things that come to mind and I will have to read up a lot more on our present Sex-Laws to determine, just how far people are willing to go to tax a dollar.

I just heard on NPR how Universities in America have a responsibility to change the world: Just how they plan to do that is yet to be seen. In 2018, in regards to Human Trafficking: it was suggested that the Universities need to develop educational centers on the risks that pose students and facility: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/327778339_Sex_Trafficking_and_the_Role_of_Institutions_of_Higher_Education_Recommendations_for_Response_and_Preparedness

During my own attendance in a University, I found this to be impossible to ask of an institution, when we consider it is a world-wide issue. it is not based on the drama produced by Hollywood but on choices, affluence, survival, and at times merely lust. Of course my base characterization of the Sex-Trade does not aid in the cause of regulating it, yet I am of the mind that Universities and the governments that run them put too much upon themselves.

They are asking themselves, "How do we regulate the sex of sexually healthy people?" Why is that their issue? Oh wait, cause they are being controlled by an evil Lust demon that I dubbed as Ta-Ta Gaitherpound. Lol jk. I really don't know why the Universities have put themselves in this position but it will be interesting to read up on and devise a good storyline out of all the technical mumbo jumbo.

The Regulation of sex is not isolated to Universities or private property as well. The war against the Sex-Trade has been invading my own home for the past few years now. Sigh. I am always arguing with my mother about my chosen "Artistic Studies." We have come to a point where we agree to disagree. She agrees that all who practice sex, be it homosexual marriage, engage in a Futa fetish, draw a woman period: I mean the figure of a woman, sigh, then they should be denied the constitutional right to publish their stories. That means every Marvel Comic or DC Comic I ever read as a kid, was in violation of this asinine standard and she should resend her Star Trek badge for a 'Prude of the Year,' trophy.

I am of the mind that constitution's aside, cause not every country has a constitution like America's in which they live by, but none should be told how and where and they should doe when it comes to sex. Not when universally, we have deemed ourselves to be enlightened and liberated peoples. I am boldly willing to generalize this topic because of the restrictions on sex material found in Japan: Can't draw a penis, have to draw a tentacle, for further discussions on regulations in Japan I think you all should read this book:

Colonizing Sex: Sexology and Social Control in Modern Japan, I could quote all day ideas from Michel Foucault and his views of Power and Mass Regulation exhibited during his time in Japan. I only mention Japan and it's interactions with the Sex-Culture because of all the hentai I've read in my life-time and how difficult it must be to produce those works in Japan and sell them to a world-wide market.

In light of this information, I thank my lucky stars that I am an American and have certain protections to produce the works that I do. Yet because of the conversations I have had with my mother and because the desire to corral my publications, reign in the language and curb the sex from my field of study, is hitting so close to home, I am made to wonder how much of a sex-regulated society are we about to walk into and can we as American's suggest we hold the gauntlet on literary freedom?

Holly Taledo! I leave for a few hours and the first thing I see are a bunch of new followers!!

Thank you: https://davanteb46.newgrounds.com/

https://biteb32.newgrounds.com/

https://dovax.newgrounds.com/

and long standing followers for always giving me great content to read, dive into, and critiques to make the art better.

There is a comment section, don't be afraid to flood it.

Where I live we have three days that we can cool off on since we work so hard during the week.

I am the sole producer of the present collection and continue making sketches and spread sheets for upcoming sequences. I am betwixed on Skull-fucking as the next theme, or if I should continue "Bad Guy," to 15 pages and makes illustrative splits in between the edition.

Push "French Connections," to present different lovers, and show off Cheryl Bennete a bit more in a bikini. I love those tits.

A lot of my friends have been asking where can they publish some of their fantasies and have access to the kind of traffic brought by twitter, that stands to lay claim of everyone's IP's.

I would love to tell them to use me: https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/27/september-brings-on-the-fall-pink-collection/

I am the sole writer of this blog space and because my work is so varied, there is room for lots of alternative media.

I can turn my publication into a broader forum document for hire.

I am really liking this idea. More and more.

What kind of content am I looking for?

All of the things that make reading about those who don't need the money of constituents or appeasers to reach the world about stories that move them. Events and treads that occurred that inspire others to create from their dreams.

Aside from that. Anything that makes people happy about being American!!

Land of the Free, where people can buy art and hang it on their walls.

They can buy clips and load on their smartphones.

They can take events in the news and give them a comical spin.

Anything for a laugh and distract from current financial troubles.

I also would not mind knowing what the winning numbers are. I am going to need to find better means to incur and income since I have lost a few contributors recently who don't see smut as a profitable venture.

Should a Sex Offender be made to cancel his high-sexed magazine due to his past infractions with the law? https://www.researchgate.net/post/What_do_you_think_about_sex_offender_registration_Does_it_have_punitive_effetc_How_its_accordance_with_human_rights_laws

https://sentencing.typepad.com/sentencing_law_and_policy/2012/05/can-a-sex-offender-ever-have-a-fresh-start.html

https://repository.uchastings.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1163&context=hwlj

http://www.annarbor.com/news/a-young-man-struggles-with-the-sex-offender-label/

I am inclined to say NO.

People have shaped a misconception about my overall presence. My main focus is not to peddle sex. It is to ask the question of reform in regards to a man’s right to Double Jeopardy and other statutes that suggest one can not be prosecuted for the same crime twice. Each situation has to be viewed from the context it proceeds and convoluted by stacked on requirements.

People have forgotten that in a free society, the right to publicize, the right to literate, illustrate and form an assembly, can never be taken away.

I am in desire of building a platform that protects the right of man, to his ‘locker-room,’ talk and not clear decked for colorful langauge.

Some would suggest that there is no defense for it.

That is where I interject.

The defense is held in constitutions as gratifying as those that protect the right to publicize about current events as if they are as real as President Trumps empty bank account.

Fort Knoxx was raided and Trump has never paid more than 750 dollars on taxes. I bet those ties where made in China.

I am in America and I am free to say that.

As I am free to illustrate Redemption for a Sex Offender.

That's 300,000 dollars in potential workforce aid because most of them rot in prison. An untapped labor force.

I want it for the grace found in literature

Those of you without this issue may consider themselves safe from censorship. May deem your content to be above board, whatever that means.

Because you publish what is approved? Because you don't rock the boat and disagree? When that become the standard for creditability?

Stand tall and observe that if I am not allowed to continue, neither will you because everyone is of differencing opinions on all global issues.

So if you would like to haggle with me, be sure to leave contact information in a inbox message.

That is all I really have to add for this week. Stay horny friends.

https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1310583679920623616?s=20

It is not like me to make so much about an OC. But I have to do it. I have to gloat a little bit in fashioning a way to present sex in an appealing manner.

https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/09/27/september-brings-on-the-fall-pink-collection/

I have to dance on the head of the HF company that seems to not want me around on their Discord channels because I am too raw with my art.

Things are only about to get naughtier!

This work's got me trippin on myself. Giving away too many secrets to minds that don't know how to play. I drink beers to you all in the night, while I ponder more angles to display.

The poetic structure of the lesson is to be reminded of the beauty found in words.

I just learned to take my words and give them a face. I learned to weave the voice of the advent and conduct frames.

I feel good overall though. I am impressed with my development and I can't wait to see what my dark inks can solidify into.

If you have suggestions please don't be afraid to leave me some in my inbox, I will respond to all of them.

Have fun you guys!!

I’ve been in a rather comfortable position for 4 years, going on five. It is not ideal, but anything is better than homelessness. In this time I’ve accomplished a lot of written material. Books, articles, online magazine. I can’t say what is the expected rate of exposure in such a profession, since it is my first time. I have very few I can speak, or consult with in regards as to how to market my work effectively and in my limited capacity, have been playing things by ear.

There is no formula for my outreach, I’ve learned to simply exist and not aim for a targeted audience. This has been amplified, in light of the compound restrictions of Covid-19. For the time I’ve been in my new home, things were already dicey without me going and getting a DWI; but even before my present court cases, I had no ability to go out and find ‘respectable’ work. (An occupation that would show people that I’m not a laz-about.) This has become the prime focus of those employed. Merely to impress their friends and family with their aptitude for responsibility; not at all to advance their individualized standards of living.

It was even said among the ignorant, who were better off keeping their mouth shut that, “ If you have no work and the national economy has you down in the dumps, find an employer and tell him/her you will work for nothing, in hopes that when he/she prospers, they will remember you and you’ll prosper too.” It was rather mortifying to hear anyone say that in response of yet another financial crisis after we just received a mental reprieve from the last. To think anyone would settle for less in life.

I never imagined that I’d find myself unemployed or meagerly employed for these past 4 years and not hear from those whom presume to have some said control of my immediate comfort, tranquility, income, freedom of movement, and my ‘defined-piety.’ They are the authority, because they own a said property and I do not. I don’t even pay rent. Never mind I can’t and I agreed to work and ‘do’ for the peace that comes with living, I am an American serf and have found that I have no ability to live comfortably in this home I’ve resided in for 4 years, due to the obsessive oversight, monitoring and asinine control of this said authority.

An authority most assuredly would not support my NSFW material, this is why I have not asked. Has shown no support of my thesis on the injustice being placed upon the male species. An authority who view any law set by the judicial system of the greater states in America to be incontestable and are willing to throw anyone ‘accused,’ and not found guilty of a crime, into prison.

An authority that places more value on their own decisions above that of others, good or bad, and will not spend money on a venture they did not think of first. Are willing to say no to an idea, because this serf gave it, only to turn around and use the very idea when nothing else materializes.

An authority that places no value on literature, lest a ‘Christian,’ published it, which for a mind as ‘I’ this is far too insular. How many Christian millionaires do you know? Since it’s yet to be achieved, this authority, I am sure believes all the wealth in the world is achieved by the deceitful and shrewd. Which this has proven true, I still hold out that a good idea to make money is a good idea; no matter the source.

Because of this eminence dislike, this authority has for today’s Pop-culture, video games, Hollywood, Libertines, eating to excess, women who display themselves as models, nudity, cigarettes, wine, violence that prescribes a winner and loser, the competitive spirit, a desire to achieve and or have a plain disregard for my guild as an institution; The four years I have lived among those who refuse to be influenced by the world of art and have written dissertations against the imagination or what can be achieved from dreams and see the Liberal arts or corresponding studies to be a waste of the human intellect, it is clear to me that any said future here is not to be had.

Unless you are slaving the hours away in monotonous, soul-eating, assembly-lining efficiency, you are not working or equally as debasing, if you are not earning a wage through small-business trade or scuttling through industry on a community college degree, you’ve amounted to very little.

None of these observed beliefs limit anyone from securing an income in the world of art. The main hurdle is the slew of bad publicity solicited by this authority on morality and those who boycott the enterprise of creation and conscript others to follow them in this protest of contemporary art, due to upholding prudish prohibitionists beliefs.

It is this life of secrecy and learning the language of dualities that has endeared you all to me. I can speak freely with you and in sharing my fantasies or dreams, I hope to encourage others to feel free to do the same and enjoy the bounty that comes with such a healing process. I really can’t imagine how else I would have survived these past four years, if I did not think what I wrote or had to share was not making an impact. For some of you it has and that makes all the difference.

There are times when I wish I was a bit wealthier- Then I could give more money away. There are still many artists/anthologists/models/creatives that I’d like to collect from.

Well that is just what as surfaced on my mind in the last few days while I was working on my latest, "Bad Guy," page: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/bad-guy-page-12-return-of-the-head-hunter

I have been doing a lot of great work, at least work that has filled my time and aided me in forgetting my financial woes for a while. I have been digging into the past and shaping from my memories an interesting way to tell this story of the Dream Weaver. As the story progresses, of course new characters come to play.

My current issue if deciding who this character is supposed to be. I set up a casting character poll on twitter: https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1307060249229250560?s=20 I hope some one answers and helps me out a little bit. I mean I gave categories but at this point in the tale, anything is possible.

I have a sword wielding Gopi, who comes around from time to time with her talking skull to remind the world what Amnesty International and organizations like it stand for.

I am certainly up for more surprises for myself and for you as a reader. I also have not decided what this new character wants of the Dream Weaver, but I remember when I was in college or attending University and how those that prescribed to the philosophy of Amnesty International, or the Feminist Movements of the early 2000's: when TLC devised airing episodes of the 'stay at home-dad,' and LifeTime Television continued to warp the minds of American youth into believing all men beat women or want to rape them. Sigh...There was a moment when in the back and forth of my relationship with my son's mother, When she was still an Evalesco model and cat-walking, she asked me to use my dick to save her friend from a terrible sexual experience. We argued over that for a while. She was convinced that if I fucked her friend, she would not go off and fuck some guy that would give her an STD or worse, bad sex and it was fine for me to fuck her because she agreed to this encounter. Of course if she found me with anyone she did not know prior to, or I felt the need to not tell her about, I was 'cheating,' and a liar, and she was free to go back to her boyfriend, as she did every night.

What a time college was. I still get a headache from this conversation. Of course I told her I would not fuck her friend...besides I took the annoying woman back to my place and we watched movies but she was not interested in having sex with me and wanted the other guy. I was not in a mood to compete and to show I was better, so I let it be. Told her, her idea sucked and she owed me a nut. She came over, finished me off, and went back to her boyfriend, while I drank my sorrows away in the hotel bar. Wanting love and never finding it.

I was thinking of using that conversation again for this new character. "Save her with your dick Weaver!"

Being an illustrator/writer/artist and a sex fiend, has placed me in an exclusive club. While I was working on ‘Bad Guy,’ Page 11~ Kiss me like it’s the last time, memories of my youth and all I love about comics would bubble up to the surface.

I really could not afford much of a childhood, growing up, in a military family. I was not allowed most of the things, kids, my age wanted, due to religious, economic, social and merely a lack of time, to do so. I was the oldest out of my siblings, so it was expected that I set a ‘good,’ example. Not that my love for sex at the age of thirteen would have had much of a negative influence on them, but it was thought, a preoccupation with video games, sex, football, boxing, and friends and holidays, would serve no purpose but to inspire laziness.

Being that I had to work at a young age to acquire my guilty pleasures, like comics and video games and could not rely on my parents to shell out the cash to support my first love at sixteen and through most of my younger years as an adult, I set out to make my own comics. Taking elements from this writer and that writer, that I appreciated and giving it my own flavor.

What I especially loved was being able to read an old or new comic and finding Pop-culture or ‘real-world,’ references in the midst of the art and dialogue.

Though I despise ‘talking-heads,’ I loved the illustrations of ‘Presidents,’ divulging secrets they heartily deny in real life.

In ‘Bad Guy,’ I added one real world reference related to the conversations had via, television during the time this story would have occurred. Though the world desired to ignore the increase in poverty, crime, bank fraud, murder and evil that was found in 2008, it helps to mention it in order to gauge what the Dream Weaver and Nadia would have been feeling in that rundown Super8 Motel of the deadliest city in America.

Making this story true to life and much more than an, ‘adult sex romance-porn art,’ production.

Now with Covid-19 stagnating the world economy and a return of depressive economic struggles, I am surprised there are not more creatives that make mention of what they see and discuss what avenues have been made available. I’m also reminded of how destructive people were during the 2008 crash of the economy. Twelve years American’s have discussed their lack, makes you wonder when they will begin to go on the ‘take,’ and demand more from those who would hold the much needed greenbacks hostage?   

Though most of the news about America is about what is not had and what is missing after nineteen years of war with terrorism, and a youth that wanders around aimlessly, I never found my childhood to be such. Creating comics and stories was my pass time and served to entertain me much more than the latest video game or NFL stats. I did enjoy them all. What I remember most of my youth, and I have mentioned this in passing I am sure, was a conversation I had with my mother about the lack of black or ethnic representation in comics. Now that I have embarked on this journey with the Dream Weaver and Nadia, I continue to ask myself if, and when she reads these stories, does she feel the world still lacks enough black entertainment to please her. Of course the answer will always be, 'NO.' The Afro-centric communities will continue to storm the streets in protest about a lack of representation, yes I am downrating BLM again while creating a story about a black amoral individual: because I refuse to allow my work to be associated with anything close to that group; and as they continue to degrade past achievements, I will find that my own works will not be appreciated by that community. Not that any of that was the aim. Black WallStreet died a long time ago and I have learned to accept that. It is nice to know that what I have achieved over the years can fill up a trending spot in the latest twitter cycle though: https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1304515835000692740?s=20 but the purpose of writing these stories is very personal and self-centered.

I remember reading stories like 'Tank-Girl,' 'Faithless,' 'X-Men,' 'Transformers,' 'Angel and the Ape,' 'Bondage Fairies,' 'Ranma Half 1/2,' and wondering why those stories never felt fit to add elements like 'Parade Parade.' Can you imagine if ExCell Saga decided to bend the bounds and add a little smut here and there. Hyatt eating a banana was always hot, but if she took that banana in her pussy my pin-up wall would have been complete. I am certainly going to have to draw that one day. Hope I can do her justice.

So after these thoughts plagued me in my youth, I decided to make it necessary that any action comic I made, would be equally as exciting by filling it with smut.

Illustrated shorts, short stories, mini comics, Sunday Comics and or a few pages, I have found to be the easiest way to convey most of what I feel and desire to talk about, without boring my few readers. Of course for the sake of productivity and getting the most out of my work, the desire remains to formulate compilations as extensive as "Black Amethyst," https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/black-amethyst

https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2017/03/18/you-read-it-here-first-black-amethyst/

https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/?s=Black+Amethyst+

I've grown a lot since then as a writer and artist and there is still a lot to learn and a lot to discuss. I have been considering if it is necessary all the time to devise a piece of art, relevant to a particular topic, or am I merely overworking myself and you all could read and laugh at my ideas as much as you do when I present a visual aid tool, such as a few sequential panels? There are times when I would like to fill a few pages in my online magazine with just OP-Eds and no art, but then I begin to feel that defeats the purpose of the overall exercise and limits the digital process. It is still amazing what one can do with a few hours in front of the computer and improving the craft of art, and the creative process along the way. I am daily humbled by the achievements of others and myself in the ever expanding digital universe.

I did not win at Robot Day 2020 but I did enjoy participating this year and managed to save a few documents that I thought were inspiring. I am very pleased with MindChamber https://mindchamber.newgrounds.com/ overall support of "Tappi" : https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/tappi-lewd-crude-and-un-called-for though it was a lewd presentation and rather out of place with this years Robot Day 2020 theme. Though I do find Cyber Punk to always be relevant and will leave a good impression on the world at large.

That is what I am to do with most of my work. I may be an anarchist at heart. I may have views about life that make you scratch your head and ponder why I am still here and not behind bars. It is this bumping of convention and the acceptability of all kinds of art, stories, and people, that influences most of my thought process.

I am in America. A land that boasts itself of being essentially tolerant and fair, so when issues arise in which the country presents itself as anything but, it is important to document it and observe the proper steps to bring people back into a proper balance.

As a NSFW writer and artist, the daily challenge is having the space to present these works among those who'd commit me in an asylum if they could. Lobotomize me and determine it was for my own good because I refused to be controlled or at least carry myself responsibly, as a gentlemen: though this line of thinking is certainly relative and yet to be defined. I have crates full of my work, sketches, and prints ready to be released, and I have many other ideas yet to be revealed, stored away and ready to be shipped elsewhere at a moments notice, in the likelihood that my current employment is terminated and my comfortable living, no longer accessible to me. I have to live this way as a NSFW writer, but i am certain if I was merely a writer of the local paper, I would always have the controversy of not maintaining a livable income or housing to contend with. https://www.rawhide.org/blog/infographics/homeless-youth-americas-hidden-population/?gclid=CjwKCAjwnK36BRBVEiwAsMT8WLdwhJg93yeId5mlzRscaThid1Zk77MMtyIGaOjZcrP_T59C1klGyRoCj6sQAvD_BwE

https://backpackbed.org/us/facts-about-homelessness?gclid=CjwKCAjwnK36BRBVEiwAsMT8WE0k3Mro6Ed27CFuckvLwby_6cAT-6GYnritfh5CRWb2kgDXZE6LxRoCHs4QAvD_BwE

All of this is contributed to the unemployment rate in America. Self-employment is just as bad as Unemployment: https://usafacts.org/visualizations/weekly-unemployment-claims/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=ND-Jobs&gclid=CjwKCAjwnK36BRBVEiwAsMT8WKPEx0nowuK2luCjy7fzy124W--PoXPNaxyRQWcV_wVD0AcpE1BquRoC1vsQAvD_BwE

When there is no money to go around. All one can do is the best they can with what they have. My focus being on my art and writing gives me an edge, but only if I can increase my following and continue to present works that continue to make you think, laugh, and consider.

One day I hope to take my talent on the road, tour in different places, and just make the most of the little time left to make impression on the world.

I do hope you all have had fun with me in the past few years and continue to dig deep to find what you are good at and teach others how to make the most of their gifts. Finishing up the third page of "French Connection's" felt good and there is a lot more to come!!

Keep dreaming lovelies!

As I worked on my conception of Nadia Richardson as a pin-up, I could not help but to compare my digital skill with that others. I know, bad habit. Yet there are several styles of digital art that I enjoy very much and really wont feel satisfied with my own work until it has the semblance of ‘quick-silver,’ and polish that earns most of those works, the acclaim they receive.

I have tended to comfort myself in my digital expression with desires to emulate reality. I blame the trauma of my youth for this. In eight grade, I shared my designs with a young lady by the name of Veronica. She took a look at my work and with scorn, says, “ You like to draw cartoons?”

As if cartoonists were not real artists. As if the skill of illustrating perspectives and illusions, or bending light and blending colors by hand, was a cheap trick and would never measure up with the standards of art, had in traditional spaces. Her voice haunts me at times the moment I ‘cell-shade,’ a piece of art. Yet I’ve always loved the ‘in-your-face,’ appeal of “Pop-Art.”

I’ve always enjoyed how people are enhanced by ‘street-art,’ and of course there is always Manga and Comic book art that generates a glorious belly laugh from me when I am finished with a project. I’ve come to miss the days when art was not about impressing people, receiving ratings, or how many impressions you can produce on Twitter. The days when you were merely expressing how one felt and had the freedom to do so.

In this nostalgia, I’ve kept in mind to enjoy Nadia Richardson. To take the challenge of not cell-shading in black and moving away from established comforts. There is relief in the use of the digital eraser and three-six hours in a day to work in peace on something erected for me and asked of others to just enjoy looking at.

My son’s mother was no better than Veronica when we were together. She never supported my style of art and so I never shared my talent with her. Yet we read much of the same comic books, liked the same movies, and she Cosplays for a living now. To be at odds with other creatives is never fun for me and there are days when I think if I can just make a piece of art that will make people love me, then I’d feel better. Stupid right? Art is not to be crafted to manipulate the minds of others. Only to share a story, entertain and move on. Everything changes and the best artists know how to flow with the times of change.

We illustrators create worlds and with the slash of ink upon the canvas, can obliterate them, gods, don’t have to be loved. They just are.

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My illustration of Nadia Richardson is filled with several elements, Water, Air, Fire, Stone, Metal and her overall spirit serves to make the project true to life and a lot of fun to produce.

Though I am comfortable with the human element, there are several functions I’m still not comfortable with and I hope to gloss over these moments and ‘wing it,’ as it were. With a lot of today’s artists there is difficulty in separating the elements of life from one another without the use of hard lines. I’ve noticed this in my own works and though it works well with paneling, sequential art and story boarding ; it’s hard to transfer such themes with concept art, without everything melting together like a bad acid trip. There are ways to cheat or to tediously overdo shadows and even the balance of light, but even then there is room for conceptual improvements. This being relative to what appeals to you at the time. Many enjoy stream-lined works of today, opposed to the classical textual designs of yesterday. As I work on Nadia, I find I was able to blend the two.

Metal works, or chrome art is a rather a dead stylistic technique. At least it was difficult to find images to reference from to ensure the look of metal or chrome was achieved, I find myself playing with all the shades of gray to produce a comfortable, relateable look for a metallic bridge standing over water.

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Though I have been enthralled in my modernization of classic themes, my thoughts have been bouncing around about the belief of the Modern Woman, that due to Men, male-toxicity, they are not afforded basic human rights and denied the ability to prosper in this life. They have devised to reeducate the world on the value of a woman and globally she is to be given a place, ‘equal,’ to men.

Yet, I find the current definition of Feminism, is the same corrupted path as that of BLM. Destroy every observed institution of thought, borrow what you like from the old, but certainly leave no stone unturned in search of eliminating the enemy of progress; Men.

This is an oversimplification of a very complex philosophy mind you. Surely a ‘real woman,’ can not see her bed complete, without that of a man; but that was my male ego desiring to believe today’s woman still contributes the need of a father to lead a family, paramount to a stable society. The feminists of the 19th century, though they wrote of worlds in which they had the prowess of a man to achieve a goal, did so in their skin despite the challenges of being mothers, or emotionally second to their male counter parts and denied resources for ‘higher education.’

Then life changed and every institution has afforded the accessibility of women to earn and retain the spot-light for the creations her mind could afford. Then came Amnesty International (AI) which has turned woman’s Suffrage- an idea no one would deny their lovely fair sexed partner and have sought to impose Sexual and Reproductive Rights, Freedom of Movement, Feminism, Intersectional Feminism, Gender Equality, Gender based violence, sexual violence, harassment, workplace disparagement, gender and orientation discrimination, CEDAW of 1979 ( Convention on the Elimination of all forms of discrimination against women) and International Laws, fusing them all together and to even the balance, directing these accusations against men for daring to be born.

The desire of Feminists has always achieved global appeal, but its true materialization was achieved in places like America, England and the overall Western Hemisphere.

At least that is all I’ve known my whole life. Badass women that were determined to take their talents and make the world bend to women opposed to men. I never argued with them and when they joined the military or police force, I never doubted their patriotism to be any more or less than that of men.

Women like Marlene Dietrich and Josephine Baker or fashion designer and anti-Semite Coco Chanel, all three took the occupation conventionally associated with men, (spies) and showed themselves to be equal to men.

I can dig through history and find those who lived and died in hopes of solidifying freedom but keeping with modern times, I’d highlight the actions of Ashlyn Harris and Ali Krieger who appear on the world stage as supporters of “equal pay.” Of course they were not able to convince the USSF that they deserved a higher wage, so they left the league. (I’ve always thought that if they really wanted the money, they would simply work harder to prove they deserve it?)

Yet their stated goals are to “Change the Culture,” of the world that has always loved it’s women; with no real direction of what that means besides cutting the availability of financial gain in half, while demanding the rest of the world pay for it.

This is a dream Nadia Richardson is willing to implode for the sake of the beauty found in man. The defense of the male organism from the scientific journals, psychoanalysts, and overall deranged and schizophrenic, becomes tiresome. I was looking for weather reports in the database of the Discovery Institute and found Scott S. Powell’s diatribe against Anti-fa and BLM. He has yet to see how Amnesty International, with means of mass communication desires to empower a generation of women, who with impunity, would seek to bankrupt a successful male enterprise.

I’ve been able to explain much of how the world is, yet I’ve not discussed how Nadia places herself in it. Money and the security of it is a motivation for her and ensures she will remain a prostitute, even if better economic standards are devised. Yet the legalization of her trade

(( https://twitter.com/willsworldview/status/1296153911099830273?s=20 )) would mean an overall regulation by an indiscriminate government, upon her purse. Of course there is sure to be a lot of argument over what is deemed a fair wage and fair tax, but on the onset of these debates, many of her ‘sisters,’ will be corralled by the government who due to insecurities of litigation, will have them arrested. Not for Nadia mind you. The exchanging of funds for sex is still illegal and she will remain underground as long as she has collateral that ensures her world travel. As long as no one can successfully run a brothel in the open she is just fine with her tax free payments. The envious women, screaming for equal pay will be the first to be impounded by the FEDS the moment they don’t disclose where there excessive lifestyle is coming from. For most of them like Prince Harry and Meghan Markle , Arabs and Russians fill their purses.

Nadia is an American and there are few billionaires around willing to make her purr. Labron James couldn’t even afford her. With Covid-19 going around no one can afford her and with the onset of war-starvation and the impending boiling over riots set to induce martial law or 18 moths of shutdowns upon the metropolis’s of America, making any money seems bleak. Half the time she wonders if she should not get in her car, drive to the airport and move to Africa like everyone else. Politics is not her thing and not being able to pin the blame for her current unemployment on anything besides rules of not being allowed financial independence due to the oversight of an intrusive government is a massive headache.

https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/08/09/bad-guy-and-french-connections/

Are two stories I aim to finish soon and will be more than pleased with myself when I do. As an Anarchists', I have personally set out to avoid the trends of yesterday and today and merely desire to illustrate the memories which fashioned me and bring to the world concepts deemed fantastic in there development.

As a creator, I don't desire to make 'masked-hero's,' and villain's and define for a generation morals or morays to live by as Stan Lee did. Creating cults in the woods or city streets in which people Cosplay as fantasies they never dreamed of.

I am really disturbed by the notion of people falling in love with Comic books, Novels, or the Bible and if they are not building conventions around ideas they neither aided in creating and reenacting or living out conceptions and ideas devised by another fallible human; they are encouraging others to read some story and create a D&D version of it for them to play. Of course holding onto such disdain is counter intuitive for even I, who is influenced by trends and morals of a past long gone. I've as of yet been able to present anything new or astounding and have found contentment in my own personal development.

In telling my own stories mind you, I'm safe from falling prey to the influence of others, I can hold to my anarchist leanings and I feel I will always be interesting, original, different and never run out of things to talk about.

Isn't it amazing though?

When you look at all of those people who dive into a story, concept, theme, culture, or the satirical diatribes of the Rap-Culture and base their lives upon what is deemed 'materialistic,' painting their faces and dressing the part of a celebrity, action hero, of theatrical production and dance the night away as a blue-haired goblin, or a knight of templar of a Cosplay Convention, or video game forum, or Fortnight game shabang-- They muse together and become what they dream, hoping to find fulfillment. Some even roleplay sexually as a little pixie and based on rules of D&D cosplay in the real world as what the script says they are to be.

Then you have the Christian, who bases their whole life, the good, the bad, the ugly, on the rules set for them in one book, that is separated by only a few thousand pages. (I've written more than that in my short life time)) and the Christian does not see themselves as merely 'reenacting,' ideals given to them by Jewish writers.

( I won't talk about how may Jewish writers control television and pop-culture and have set to making Cosplayers out of those that follow their ideals of finance, trade, and overall living. It's a stretch. ((Their is no proof of any Jews creating or aiding pop-culture, and I never considered it racists to give credit to a Jew for creating a Comic book that was worth reading and making a television show worth watching, No matter what Nick Cannon says: https://www.voanews.com/usa/race-america/nick-cannon-apologizes-jewish-community-hurtful-words )) It's very easy for someone to deny their own Jewish heritage in order to protect their work or ideas and the ridicule that arises from such revelations; never quite understood that either. If a concept works, why bother with all the name calling. Anyway, it's been an obvious fact that whether any of the said groups believe anything they've constructed, the fantastic world of comics and the Bible has created two systems of Cosplayers, I'd very much like to keep myself as a writer away from in the development of "Bad Guy," and "French Connections."

In “Bad Guy,” The Dream Weaver finds himself in love with a prostitute. In “French Connections, B.A. White, finds himself in love with a French Teacher: Both concepts are against what most deem culturally acceptable–Taboo as it were. That is broad overview of those two adventures: Finding love among the Taboo and being ok with that makes you an anarchist.

Not too long ago I read a comic by the name of: "Die KITTY DIE," by Dan Parent and Fernando Ruiz..a Chapter House publication. It was the Heaven and Hell, # 3 issue and they went on to make a gag about the struggles of Comic book artists that sought to illustrate the bible, or spread virtue signaling messages and try to reinforce a sense of piety upon people at a Comic book convention, where Xena Warrior Princess is being draw by her fans with her tits hanging out, while she is cutting a cannibal in half. Everyone mules around the art of Xena and ignore the zealots. No one is upset except for the zealots, who receive far too much support from an anxious community broadcast station, seeking to appease the general culture and, since no one can get along, the Comic book company, which decided to sexual Xena was forced to shut down. (Of course this was just in the comic book, and never really happened...but there is a lot of hidden truth in the sentiment and it is easy to cast blame on the pious for any sequestering of NSFW comics.) Truth is if someone from a community is reading Taboo material, in order to talk about all the things they hate about the sexual material, why do we allow them to speak beyond the admittance that they read and bought the material in the first place?

They decided to become pro-bono sales advocates for material they do not agree with and use there platforms to not only tell people not to read your work, but must display the work they don't want seen, so others know what it is they are to avoid. Once they see it, digest the material and are influenced, by what is presented, half the work is done and that should be more money in your pocket for all of those 'secret buyers.'

So I dream.

It's been asked of me, "Would you want your children to know you produced these works, told these stories, and think this way?" Short answer YES. When they are old enough to handle the material and know that it has nothing to do with them and there are many things for them to get involved in and I hope they share them when the time comes and are not made to fall into the world of silent thinkers, who don't take the time to do anything besides talk about what they don't or do like all day, never having created anything to add to the world at all.

For every page I read in the paper, on Twitter, or Google search engine, dedicated to tell people how they should think and what they should think about something, I hope I can create a piece of art to be used as a meme, or message, explain what life would be if you thought another way. An all inclusive devise, that did not encourage confrontation or the need for you to call me a 'Bad Guy,' but just a conversation that made a few people stop and say, interesting.