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Posted by AdventVoice - July 19th, 2020


I just got done watching the newest joker movie, you know the one from 2019. I'm late as always cause I'm not the kind of guy that runs to the theaters to see constant remakes of characters, themes, and plots. Sure the directors and script writers added new twists and had intesting dialogue and could carry a story and keep a fan base interested. Then again halfway through the film your like, this Joker is not a super villian, he is not worth all the challenges he posed for Batman, or the JLA..etc. You are almost asked from the directors point of view to fill bad for the guy. He was a street performer beaten up by kids, turned rouge cause 'no one took the time to listen, to his ramblings.'

Anyway towards the end of the film I'm made to ask myself how an Arkham escapee becomes the Joker of Dark Knight, that had the best opening of a movie in the last 12 years. A film that sparked nationwide controversy and is attributed to the Colorado Theater stabbings of that year and nearly banned from airing after the premier debut?

This new movie was dialed down a lot, I'm sure because of the impending association between real life violence and that produced by creatives like myself and the DCuniverse, Marvel, and Image.

(The Dream Weaver, mind you is not to spark people to induce crime, but to question the relevance of right and wrong.)

Anyway, we create these stories to spark the conversation, and because the question is asked, there is an analyzation of the mental state of the writers and actors, and crew of the production.

Many times I'm questioned or supported for my illustrations of the naked form and my only response has much of the same cadence as the song found at the end of the movie The Joker, 'That's Life.'

That is really what writers and dreamers are looking to share. Their own lives and or thoughts on life.

There is a lot of talk lately about the mental health of Americans after the spread of Covid and the requirements placed on people that can't work. It's is pondered by many, what is worth striving for and how to make the world a better place.

As a kid I loved the Joker, because he knew how to cut Batman down with words and a good joke. I mean after the Joker let Batman have it, he'd disappear or regroup and the Joker never laid a hand on him. Always had someone blow him out of prison and he was always in control of a chaotic situation. All of this praise of the Joker may have you believe that I idolize or romanticize criminality and that's far from the truth.

When the Joker is being held over a ledge by Batman and his death is impending and he suggests the hero is no better than him if he kills him for his crimes, we all know there is truth in the sentiment, have to regroup and hold to the righteous indignation that set us on the path to end his brand of evil, which in most cases was in response to another kind of evil, be it corporate, civil, or just to stop some bully from picking on him in the subway of a city that was evil and corrupt long before he came around.

Oh yeah the conversation gets deep and that's why I loved the Joker.

I have other reasons for my ability to turn the clown into Robinhood, or V-for-Vendetta, but Harlequinn does a better job of illustrating a love for Mr. J, than I ever could.

(Back to my own creation of The Dream Weaver...he is a complex character and his complexity I am hoping to shape in the story of 'Bad Guy' in which he is in love with a prostitute. A married one at that.

A guy looking to do right in a world filled with Cannibals, Looter, Gangs, University professors that take the minds of young people and pound them to mush, to everyday city thugs, that see this nice guy with a woman and because he chooses to love her publiclally dispite, her said occupation, and would kill for her just to have a few nights alone in peace, and can't hold her heart because she has taught herself not to love or that the idea of love is fantasy and money is the only thing that can make her happy; and instead of seeking to pay her, loves her, he is the 'Bad Guy.' This complexity is sparked by the rational of 'by any means nesscary.' Later contributed to hiw the Dream Weaver feels about his child, his child's mother, and just the world engeneral.

A lot of that came from my love of The Joker, Batman, and the DC universe.)


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Posted by AdventVoice - July 16th, 2020


For those that have followed for me, it is clear that my brand of art is unique. It weaves a tale of where I've been and where I would like to be. It is a catalogue of nearly 5-6 years of ideas I've allowed to remain buried and forgotten and was broached to broadcast because of my original philosophy of no longer allowing others to control how I think or what I think.

Wanting to add to the world thoughts, opposed to always consuming.

Coming to the understanding, over the years that the dream produces production and it is the hand of the creator that fecilitates it's function.

There are some creators that take ten years to produce an anthology worth selling, and sell said publication for 50.00 and the consumer waited for the clearance sale..reads the material and after the author gave up on his dream, finally commemorates them.

I'm trying to stay ahead of the curve and desire to complete my first volume of works this year.

It will be all original pieces, handcrafted and published as a whole set. Much of what you see here will be in said volume, but many won't and a lot of hidden ideas.

We can call this article a sneek-peek into what I've been wanting to do along side completing other works. Like 'French Connections' ¤ 'Bad Guy' ¤ 'Tentacle Worship' ¤ and finally the numerous selections of 'Fury' or erotica productions.


Yeah this coming year of 2021 is going to be massive!!


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Posted by AdventVoice - July 13th, 2020


Since I've been on this mach-house-arrest by my current employers, a lot of things have been getting tight.

That's an American expression for, I have cobwebs in my wallet and it's starting to really irk me. No, the cobwebs are not due to Covid-19 restrictions, though it's all I read about in the paper or hear about on the radio.

My DWI case is still pending, won't hear from my lawyer till the 16th. Two days from now. I suppose I've been rather on edge cause I have not been able to do anything. The last time I felt like this was my second year of University when I realized it would be six years of classes before I was legally allowed to make money as a lawyer and start finding clients. Six years of theory and no real practical experience in the field did not impress me and I firmly believed in 'hands-on' training back then.

I grew a beard. Much like what I have now, and felt any desire to impress people with my dress or appearance would be a waste and a bore.

It was not depression mind you. Just as I am not depressed now. It was anxiety and the lack of money to buy nice clothes or new shoes every six months that pissed me off. Relying on people to pay you money for gigs and odd jobs while you cram for exams and papers that would produce no revenue in the end.

It was a vicious cycle and I find myself repeating much of the same in my adult life.

It's not depression mind you. Just a recognition that nothing changes for the better unless you are willing to organize the minds of people and squeeze a penny out of their tight-fisted palms.

I'm trapped in my home, without a car and relying on the kindness of others to pick me up cigs and my mail at the post office from time to time. (This is not even court ordered, and I'm not enjoying it. ) those who have me under these conditions are well off and have whatever they need on hand. Yet begrudge me a few knick-knacks because I happened to have a little too much to drink one night.

Can't wait till those who lobby for MADD (mothers against drunk driving) get stoned at some charity funding party, get pulled over cause the cop was nosy, smells the wine on their breathe, and book'em, for the very thing most people ask a little reprieve on. Wouldnt that make a wonderful news article.

Outside of the stresses of this legal matter, and my new found addiction with smartphone app games, I've little motivation for much else. I have a lot of work to do and I'm sure to finish it.

*one day*

I just hope most of you can be patient with me and or send me a little cash for a few cigs to keep me plugging away at the art work. I smoke Malboro's, that roughly runs me 5.69 per pack. So maybe I should start charging commissions for art and run them at that price.

Throw some ideas out there in the comment section or PM me of what you'd like to see if I happen to stay out of jail and I'll start working on it. You can send the boxes of cigs via my mail box.

I could use one right about now.


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Posted by AdventVoice - July 1st, 2020


A few months back I was rather nervous about having recieved a DWI. Any time in jail for long periods of time, yes 60 days is much too long to be away from a server or access to a paint system, would have done more damage to my ability to produce art or have a platform you all would want to continue reading.

So I went to those I thought were friends and explained my situation. How if I was to go to jail my friends and those I live with would destroy my art if I'm not around to guard it. I had tones of disks and backup files of original prints and sketches and comics and porn mags and books and journals and commissioned art and great gags, placed in crates, 2 of them, all loaded to the brim in the off chance this whole issue of having laws in my life would aid in revealing more than I wanted to at the time and cause me to be displaced.

Well a lot has come out of the wash, in the past few months but it has nothing to do with me being in jail. Mind you I still have court dates.

Feeling I was imposing too much on my friends by asking them to continue to hold the effects, which if they have not seen their value or potentional, reduces them to fire starter if I ever found myself living in a tent again, I asked them via email and phone calls to let me know when I can pick up my 'merchandise'.

As of yet no return calls.

I feel robbed at this point of my intellectual property. (It's been a fee months..maybe I'm not trusting enough, until they actually tell me that is their intention I maybe putting undue stress on myself. I needed closet space.) But inspite of me not desiring them to feel used, I feel I may never see those old sketches or the newer ones I was preparing, or my old journals, which thankfully, most of it is documented here and elsewhere.

With Covid-19 hampering the market and money being tight you'd think art theft would take a chill pill, especially if the people holding your work told you it sucked and you could never sell in their establishment. Begs the question, *why would anyone still works of art they don't like or think to be beneath their own level and ability?*

I'd like to think it's cause I'm not a bad artist and the potential to increase their own clientele with my brand and labels was too much. That's only plausible if it's true I make works worth stealing.

My friends, not the ones that steal from me, but them too, insist that I complaine too much, I whine after I get drunk and I see the world in shades of grey that increase dark clouds around me.

It's not true. I see the world as it is and plan to document the twists and turns and make some money from it.

Considering we all have our own stories to share, I find the theft of art to be so unproductive and assanine that I never thought anyone would want to steal mine.

If they did not want to steal, you'd think they'd return a phone call.

Ever seen any body go all "Training Day" on someone over some effects that would be lost in a horrible fire had I ever been made to be homeless again?


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Posted by AdventVoice - June 14th, 2020


So my latest presentations and articles have somewhat been centered around to my responses to the daily challenge of navigating life among those plagued by a Southener's education system, which is doomed before it begins, because it is built upon the notion that nothing moves forward in life without a master and subservient relationship.

Any steps towards equal footing or communicating as equals is squashed in grade school, and emphasised through most of their adult lives. I.e. it is strickly, taboo for a teacher to have sex with a student. Even in a University, where all involved are of legal fucking age. So French Connections, is my response to such hipocricies, built upon the idea that higher authorites, should not 'fratinize' with a lower class. This language, of class, master, servent, highs and lows, oppressed and the oppressor, is highly prevalent in the South and come out in my work at times.

Interracial relationships is highly frowned upon in secret amoung those I communicate with in this town, and thus town is no different than most states south of the Mason-Dixon Line. It has always driven me to extremes as a child and a grown man to prove to those that would make issues for lovers of different hues and specs to kiss and fondle one another in public spaces or even their private ones.

To know the notion of being an American and free, by constitional decree, to say what I wish, to assemble a crowd as I wish, to publish and proplogate a theme of discussion as I desire, without fear or reprisals or imprisonment or being accused of disturbing the peace of every day people with my written or illustrated material, is ignored or subject to be denied a person based on the highs and lows of a class system, or lack of adequate representation, meaning common interpretation of its meaning for a functional society; has always inspired me to say something, to do something to change the minds of people and open doors of pleasure once denied to another merely because of the whispered words of the envious or those whom see a black man like me and would deny a woman a taste of my cock for fear I'd stretch her vagina beyond recognition.

You know it got so bad in college and elsewhere in my life, that I could just take a woman out on a date, a woman of fairer skin, and her friends or on lookers would be so amused by the interaction for a while, encouraging the change and I could have been the perfect gentlemen and not take what was offered, and it would have been assumed as I drive her home, that she was plucked and of no good to anyone else after.

I think of those women at times and hiw hard it must have been to find another lover after me.

Now this occurance is not solely attributed to white women. For equally the ebony woman, the Spanish woman, and the Asian have found themselves for years after, we agreed to not see each other any more because of the shock my presence brings to their family and daily life, they seem unabe to come to terms with how to explain how and why they want, what is presented as a taboo fetish.

I've been reflecting a lot on how my life has built me and how it is that I can't agree with anything said on the National Public Radio Stations in regards to interracial, black, white, relations. It's all that is presented here, even the BBC is trying to insinuate the understand the race issues of America and can relate to defending their love for a black man or black woman, for the sex found between the lower class and that of the higher class, and I suppose they can here of such stories and dream those dreams, but for a Southerner, who lives in America and has been north, east, West and all the way to the nether shores of its borders, he still can understand why those who know him would have him arrested for the sexual exploits he would desire to pursue in the privacy of his own universe.


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Posted by AdventVoice - May 16th, 2020


Since my last post, many of you may be wondering how my work is coming and or have I fallen off the Flat Earth, we live on.

SHORT ANSWER: No, and work is moving along as planned.

Long Answer: My current employers are seeking to use Covid 19 or my lack of production in concerns of their desires as reason to let me go. So my own personal projects: i.e. Every piece of satirical, and editorial, or comic, I have been working on is rather hampered. So in the night I produce layouts. When I can I finish a digital piece, yet refuse to post under the stress of caring for my elderly charge and the landscaping I've been doing for the past 4 years.

I still have to go to court when it opens back up for that damn DWI..that resulted in the destruction of my car: I am hoping for the best in that regard.

I still have to go to court for my recent Trespassing Charge, I received because I was seeking to sell of doing art work got ppl who were so uninterested in my solicitation: which is illegal in NC, and the greater US, that they called the cops aND they served me papers. The curse of being a black man in the Dirty South. And I have to go to court for the Restraining Order I flied against some idiot that's been trying to Squat in my back yard.

Now just is not the time to ask me why it's taking me so long to produce a panel, send Donations to @TomFulp... (Sorry Uncle Tom..you'll get paid soon)...neither if I've fallen off the map.

I'm hanging by a finger and when I make it over this mountain..I'll be sure to make a comic out of it.

I love those that continue to support me and love on me a little and even those that dont.

I'm not dead yet. Believe that.


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Posted by AdventVoice - May 3rd, 2020


As you know I've written many articles of the atrocities found in America. GEO has been my main target. Recently I called down there posing as a journalist for my paper. They took the bait and started denouncing the names of officers I recollected. I'm loving this game of spies and danger around every corner.

WHY WOULD THEY HANG UP ON ME WHEN I MENTIONED HOW THEY STARVE THEIR PRISONERS AND TRY TO KILL THEM SLOWLY?

I've been on this case for a minute..takes a lot of my time and the answers to questions continue to rise. They made it seem their are more than one facility and they never communicate.Beaumont Hywy is only one road, and I know it very well. 80 miles of road from the city and food. We had to run to make it back in time for inspections.

So I have a craw set out on this group. I'm free now and plan to march around them like the Jews did to jerhico.

Make those G.E.O walls come down.


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Posted by AdventVoice - April 4th, 2020


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B.A. White was a blast to make and I really enjoyed how he turned out. I hope you did as well. For those that know me, meaning family and close friends, stories like these are not too far from normal social occurrences between real people, though they will try to deny it, most of us have dreamed of fucking our higher authorities or teachers.

For me it began in the 4th grade. Ms. B. Smith was her name. She provided me, general education in a Christian School for gifted youngsters. Beaulah Elementary was the name of the school. Where I first read, "Where the sidewalk ends," and had wet dreams about what Ms. B. Smith's mouth would feel like on my penis.

This fantasy later progressed as I aged and by the time I entered High School, I had a French teacher that had breasts that did not know how to end, and golden hair as soft and vibrant as honey wheat. This is whom I based Cheryl Bennet on.

Now, B.A. White is a fictional character and any resemblance to myself or other person's is entirely coincidental and in no regards suggests that I actually ever managed to fulfill this fantasy. Outside of my dreams mind you.

(( I say this as to not embarrass my mother, who has already read some of my stories and hates the fact that I share details she'd rather not know about. As if I don't know about all of the men she has had in her life time and those she dreams about.))

Anywho, I was displaying B.A. White in the shower and eating a hamburger as a foreshadow to how the story will progress. The teacher and this student filled with fantasies will have their first encounter as is considered traditional to American education systems and will display the loophole in social structures that insist a woman of 23 years of age could never find a Freshman in college of 20 years old attractive. That is if we hold to the belief that there is something evil is the disparaging of ages in character creations and aging up creations is a must in today's prude culture. Hours of conversation can be found on twitter about how disgusting it is for an older person to be found fucking on a regular basis a much younger person. It is nearly placed in the same category of rape in some group networks and the closet masturbation to such a theme by the very people that find time to ridicule those who practice this fetish is rather disturbing.

Prisons are filled with men and women who where in their 20's and saw the potential of something marvelous in the 16-18 year old that is before them and pedophilia is the title dubbed by higher minds to what could easily make for a wonderful love story. And I will be called worse names for making such a suggestion.

Well hold your hearts steady and continue breathing, for though Cheryl is 23 I have made B.A. White a 20 year old undergrad student who seeks to become a lawyer that can defend men and women from such vile accusations because of the choice of lover they chose. It would seem, we never really understand the drama behind such stories until we actually live them and a comic book artist and anthologist, digging into the minds of the people I create is half the fun. Illustrating and flowing the story to you, is the challenge.

Now this is not nearly as romantic as the nurses and doctors that battle Covid-19 everyday but there is something to be said in defending star-crossed lovers and their needs to climax, from the angry mob that would see that I never pick up a pen again.


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Cheryl Bennet was a horrible teacher to be honest. She could not teach a lick of French and only took the job because as a teacher at the age of 23, no one took her seriously. They took one look at her boobs and blonde hair and dismissed her a country girl and not a woman, even though her curves proved otherwise. Teachers of her own age did not find her engagements at the Community Board Meetings constructive and only a distraction from more important matters, like organizing tests that are impossible to pass and weed out the incompetent minds from the more qualified students.

Naturally when a young man like B.A. White approaches her with a response to her closeted desires, she would take him up on his offer if it meant a few hours of non-stop cumming. All he wanted was to be able to pass his classes and move on in life.

"Then again, if I fail him, we can marry, for then he will need me forever." (( Yeah cause that is what normal teachers think about right.))

There was nothing wrong with this theory except for the fact that they both live in the south hills and valleys of Virginia and though times are progressive, black men still ride with their seats to the floor so no one sees them as their mistress of fair skin tones drives them around town.

Seeing how people respond to interracial relationships where B.A.White lives always disturbed him and in taking Cheryl to his bed, he could spit in the eyes of those that would deny a man or woman love.


Yes sir ree, in the styling of storytelling I have already begun, I desire to keep most elements true to life and merely illustrated from my point of view. It is quite a venture and as you read along and get to know how the characters think, dream, and move about in life, all the pieces that arise to fit the puzzle of the heart, should lead to enlightening new answers to the age old question, "Is Age Really Just A Number?"


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Posted by AdventVoice - March 28th, 2020


The work of an artist is strenuous! 3/28/2020


I have really tried to curb my ability to complain. I know I face a lot of financial issues, we all do in light of Covid-19. My overall collection is about fading away from the dramas of adulthood and finding the laughter and sensuous pleasure in it all. You’d think such a concept would receive more fanfare. But as the old adage goes, ‘Misery Loves Company.’ I wish just once I could escape it.

I did not feel comfortable advertising, “French Connection’s,” until BMesias063 https://bmesias063.newgrounds.com/ let me know he thought my present work would be up to publicizing standards. It is hard to gauge at times when I am mainly doing works to please myself. The input from the Philippines is always needed. They have an art market that is so different from the American model so when I do present works in that direction, I want them to be as show stopping as: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/vanessa-mae which took a lot of the awards for “Best of Art,” for 2019 on newgrounds.com, which was so odd to me because it only received 1,5 stars out of 5 and 562 views. There was only so many people that paid attention to the connection between Edward Snowden and Vanessa Mae and myself. Means many don’t read all I have to say. Which I aim to change after I finish “Bad Guy,” and “French Connection’s.”

There is a lot I can say about these two stories. One should have come before the other, but I was not sure I could pull off “French Connection’s,” since it is such a personal story and most people don’t care to know what escapades an artist has been involved in, in his rather adventurous life. Not even with a name like Advent, can I really claim to have expanded the minds of my readers. Time will tell.


iu_105108_6384799.jpg The displaying image is the original sketch of the Cover Art set for “French Connection’s” which features Cheryl Bennet, one of the main and original characters of the mini-comic that as a French teacher, finds herself fantasizing about a student. Which was a very common occurrence of my childhood and I always thought would make a good graphic short story.

Now the organized communities have seen fit to designate such occurrences as “Sexual Harassment.” Now no matter the arguments that can be generated from the terminology, this is the precedent and that is how we have to move forward in regards to the function of the tale.


How common is sexual harassment in schools?

Hostile Hallways, released in June 1993, was based on a survey conducted by Louis Harris and Associates, Inc., in partnership with Scholastic, Inc., with funding from the American Association of University Women Foundation. The national probability sample of schools and students is generalizable to all public school students in the 8th through 11th grade at the 95 percent confidence level, with a margin of error of � .04 (AAUW, 1993, p. 5). This rigorous survey firmly established that there was a universal culture of sexual harassment with no significant racial differences flourishing in America�s secondary schools.

Nor is it designated to generally the young. That is why I have set this tale at a University level of entertainment opposed to the adolescent, not that I’d ever gear my work in that direction. Merely that it would be nice if a bunch of middle scholastic students read my work and enjoyed it. I like to think of myself as a universal writer.

in 79 public schools; classes and grades were also randomly selected within the schools. A random sample of schools was selected from the database of public schools at the National Center for Education Statistics with a proportionally drawn sample by grade and regional location. African-American and Hispanic students were over-sampled. The sample was 15% African American, including 120 African-American females and 138 African-American males, and 9% Hispanic, including 70 Hispanic females and 78 Hispanic males.

This information is not really to scale because the date is so wide ranged, from 1993-2020. Honestly I wanted to set the time frame for 1997. https://www.al.com/spotnews/2014/03/hot_for_teacher_more_cases_or.html


https://famouspedophiles.wordpress.com/


Types of Sexual Harassment Experienced:

Girls

Boys

sexual comments, jokes, gestures, or looks

76%

56%

Touched, grabbed, or pinched in a sexual way

65%

42%

Intentionally brushed up against in a sexual way

57%

36%

flashed or mooned

49%

41%

had sexual rumors spread about them

42%

34%

had clothing pulled at in a sexual manner

38%

28%

The Connecticut survey results were similar:

Types of Sexual Harassment Experienced:

Girls

Boys

sexual comments about parts of your body; what type of sex you�d be good at; your clothing; or your looks

67%

26%

Unwanted touching, pinching or grabbing

65%

325

Suggestive sexual gestures or looks, such as howling, whistling, or suggestive lip licking

53%

13%

leaned over; cornered, or blocked from moving; or followed too closely in a sexual way

47%

10%

been told unwanted offensive sexual jokes

40%

17%

been the victim of sexual rumors spread about (you)

37%

18%

had your bra snapped

49%

NA

This is a federal chart mind you.


There is nothing extraordinary about the date of 1997, I just remembered in my youth, how many news stories were coming out about a teacher that had a thing for young boys and was going to prison behind it, only to get out to marry that same boy that fucked her brains out. It was simply amazing to think about that as a young man and imagine myself married to my general studies teacher. Never happened mind you, but it was always a good jizzer.


Could be what gravitated me to https://lewdua.newgrounds.com/ because so many of their original stories where about high-school romances. https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/715570

Makes for very fun reads.

I have prided myself in being able to appreciate a plot and not steal material from it: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/theshadling/hela-restrained <<Notice my comments in the comment section>> Holding onto this ideal, I hope you will all understand that I have no intention of making anything like Lewdua’s work, it is a very heterosexual story and ends wonderfully well.

I would not be able to share it if it did not. Lol.


Never could become that lawyer I set out to be to defend people from the regulatory charge of Sex Offender’s, so as a featured hobby I merely keep up with relevant stories. Desiring to write the stories as they were intended to be interpreted, giving a softer light to such a dramatic telling.

Browsing twitter not too long ago, I ran across a thread of people I don’t know but wanted to make it very clear, that they were not into relationships where one person is 10 or more years older than another. Leaving no room for Sugar Daddies and Mamma’s to feel loved and appreciated. Making 20 year olds pedophiles because their first girlfriend is 17. Making my birth and all the births a few years before the aftermath of continuous rebellious behavior from Baby Boomers. Isn’t that funny. The joys found in being a Generation Y’er. I have argued about the dates of generational categorization, not wanting to be seen as a Millennial, since I was born before 00’s and observant enough to define the differences between the sexual encounters of “Deep Throat,” verses the more modern POV visuals of today. Supposing, because I have yet to really express my contempt for the judicial system in regards to how it treats potential clients and fans of my stories and art work, not having been able to bring home to you all the importance of making sure you have all of the facts before seeking to charge a person with a Sex Crime, I like visiting this subject from time to time to keep the pressure up on the prudes who would seek to do away with the idea of “Patient/Client,” privileges, “Boss/Assistant” relationships, or “Teacher/Student” fetishes. As long as I am around I will try to keep this conversation going. When we were kids we never heard what happened to people who were sent to prison behind the imbalance of power expressed in relationships of a mature lover getting lost in a younger lover. For this story 23 and 19 is not that bad. The male eye-candy in this story is a freshman in college and in order to pass his class and continue his studies he is given a choice. According to today’s standards it was the wrong one, but back in 1997 it seemed no one cared. With impunity women and men were taking advantage of the lower aptitude students, or those nearest in need of a reformed education and promising them “A’s” based on there sexual performance. One particular experience that comes to mind was my own senior year in high school when my English professor gave me a D, and passed a well endowed female student who not only gave in the same level of work, but riddled the page with useless information merely to make it longer. I could have done that but instead answered the question, concisely and was called stupid for it. I asked the teacher, “what did the girl give you, that I clearly can’t to pass that exam?” He thought I was joking but never answered the question, not until I threatened to have him fired if he crossed me again. I was going to out his escapades with the female students if he did not pass my next paper. Needless to say, he did. That was 2005-2006 and now it is 2020 and across most news channels, you can’t help but to glean the number of female teachers compared to males, that find the 6 inch penis’s of young males to be as satisfying if not more so, than their older partners. Begging the question, “If they are marrying this prepubescent students when they turn of age, does the pussy of that female teacher, remain as delicious as she gets older, or does her young lover, find another?”

Always wondered how that part of the story played out.

https://twitter.com/AshGhotCakess/status/1240671419131822087?s=20


For Cheryl Bennet, marriage was not on the table and for her male eye-candy, as the years pass on her memory is still as enthralling. Yet there story ends after the year of school is over and he is passed on to another grade level. Nonetheless, all of the dynamics make for a wonderful sexual exploration.  


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Posted by AdventVoice - March 22nd, 2020



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Poonh_ZY4I


As I mentioned before in my latest news report: https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1088928 I was asked by https://bmesias063.newgrounds.com/art to help him devise a comic of many series and comical events that we could publish together. So this is a general sketch of reference images for new characters for a comic I have wanted to create for a while called "French Connections," featuring the fantasies of a french student in college who has a french teacher he can't get enough of. Her name is Cheryl, and I will be spending time telling her story, along with finishing, "Bad Guy," and a few others. Way to go me!!


Oh it is an American tale by the way..with a lot of real world occurrence's or at least things that partially happened to me in my younger years.


My approach to coloring was a lot different than previous pieces but I find it to have been a lot of fun. Cheryl Bennet was a lot of fun in school, the last time I was there.

She failed me in French Class for my first year and I had to asked, "If I received an "F" because I could not French Kiss, or because I could not speak the language well?" She was sure to insist that the French Kissing was fine, she would much rather that I never spoke it. The butchery should be illegal.


I am excited about being able to present her in more features in experimental positions and moments of climatic releases. The ability to publish anything at all should not be taken for granted, not when money is going to become an issue for all of us again. There is some comfort in being able to produce art leaning in that direction but the amusement that can be maintained in the midst of conflict is a nice trick, don't you think. My friends and I would much rather talk about the things that make us laugh and giggle all day, opposed to the quickest way to die, while avoiding COVID-19.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMR8S154_zA&list=PLf_IeHrOg5Kn9Onh9inea8bls6TCjFLT1


I do not take from anyone who find it encouraging to focus on death and morbidity. I on the other hand, enjoy the notions of love and peace. Smoothing out the wrinkles of the world with images of comfort. Delicious curves that remind you of your first day in French class, with that excessively desirable teacher.

What kind of wonder man could satisfy her?