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.

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.

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?"

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.

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.  

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?

The title of this report is misleading, for I'm sure I'll get paid in a another week, but with Covid-19 running the world scared, my employers have saw fit to make life hard for me. I'm hoping it's virus related and not a reflection of what they think of my apitude to do the job.

When I'm not producing art, as you know I Care-give...stressful right?

A private group, not beholden to governments or state laws. I liked it since I was not expected to pay taxes...6000 a year..I was not going to pay taxes anyway. Now, that my check is every 2 weeks and liable to be 50 usds instead of the usual 100 usds..I'm hurting.

I don't say this as click-bait, or a desire to silicate monies. Merely to inform friends and supporters of the reason behind my recent lack of production.

Truth be told, it should not stop my art, but producing comics out of a cardboard box, or a cave just does not sound conducive to my health. I shared most of this on Twitter: @Scope2Mars but many of you don't tweet so I'm reiterating my state of depression and desire to produce content that uplifts us all...please bare with me (those that support me)

My home boy, from the phillappeens, wants me to do a collaborative comic book with him. It's a great idea but I want to finish "Bad Guy" before the story dies. I don't know, sympathy. The comic would be wonderful to feature for my collaboration and I might enter it. To support the franchise, ill be sure to add my "French Connections" issue. I loved French class as a kid for many reasons, but nothing better than the memory of my first time with a 23 year old woman when I was only 14. Since no lollies and gore are allowed for this collaborative expedition, so I will up-age the chacteres to college age students.

The work load is going to kill me. Can't forget I'm making "Valmont" Comis too. Love Furries forever.

I count myself fortunate. I have this escape. A way to create universes that help me make sense of my mundane existence. NEWGROUNDS.COM is the kind of place that the heaviness of the day dribbles out and my tension is removed. I can talk to you all about my struggles and at times receive's solutions from the active minds in the abyss.

I am curious though...if I publish worKS here...am I allowed to pulish those works in a comic book published by another party?

I've been curious about the distribution for volumes of collaborative or singular works already given a platform. As of yet I've not found anyone willing to try..well all but the Philippines and France.

There is a lot of talk about Covid-19/ 5000 or more contracted the sickness in my area...and I've been drained lately and that could be why the stories are taking so long to draw.

In pervious posts, I've spoken of the challenges of an artist like me to have meaningful relationships with people. I spoke on it cause I thought it might interest you to know, why a sex fiend like myself is single...feels alone around friends and family, and has a horrible relationship with his mother and other women.

Clearly I'm not abusive. I'm kind. Well mannered and we'll spoken. Yet as a traveling kid, I learned early on, it matters not how well you speak but how well your understood and how well you deflect the presumptions of others.

I hate being this way. I can say hate, here and not be acussed of condoning hate speech..which I am careful of. It true though...with a passion I wait for a woman to come around that will love me and know I can't be seperated from the one thing that brings me peace. For then peace is the dream and I'd forever live on my dreams. What would be lefthe to me?

I did not go to church today because the niece of the woman I care for believes I'm not worth investing in as a person..told me in her judicial fashion, that she cares nothing for me and my well-being and just wants to see her aunt happy. Which is fine. Yet makes me put distance between us. Makes it so if I don't interact with them I'm the enemy and everything they claim me to be. They I mean her, Rebecca, and that fat PhD man whom believe's my talent to be a farce and my stories of digging under fences to eat, to be fables.

Manipulator is how they see the man willing to care for their elderly..not my own family but theirs. What a joke

Now if they saw the art...my job would be over. I drew tit's and guns in the sam imahe and that makes me as bad as Hitler, in the eyes of those around me.

How am I to ever find love if I am seen as an evil man?

In my travels I remember when I was in a homeless bind. Traveling south and making it to Dallas, Texas, I visited a tree-house, a band of travelers like myself that pay lights and utilities, when I was there I met a young lady. She was very sweet on me but we both knew I was not staying long and she lived in Waco. Only came to Dallas on the weekends. I told her, 'At least while I am here, you can find me at Deep Elum, on the weekends.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yMlKJGKyoCo&list=PLxrFpAYpPg4JIMtDIklXncNBGJVeNJZGO

Time came for me to leave, and I wanted to stay for her sake. She was fine though. She'd have school, our memories, and if she ever saw me again, I was an ace in her book. Leaving was still hard for me. Made easier by her understanding nature.

I think of her and how hurt she really could have been. How much of a liar I may appear to her now, since I never really kept in touch.

As time has flown by since those days, Rebecca came along and much like the young woman of Dallas, can see that I'd have to chose to stay or follow the path I am already on. She has her mission in life and I have my own and if we really cared for one another, we'd compromise. Well Rebecca wanted to stay in the home I reside in with me, as I care for an 85 year old woman. I was not against it, but my benefactors were not having the conversation and wanted "ME," to be the one to break the bad news, to Rebecca. I was not having it, so I told the benefactor to do her own dirty work, she did and still insisted I talk to the woman. Nope. "You don't want her here, You tell her."

Of course Rebecca heard the voicemail, recorded it and has been fuming because all she heard from the line was, my voice, telling my benefactor to leave the message.

Great!!

It could have happened to anyone really. The point is. Instead of taking the separation on the grounds of mutual benefit like the young lady in Dallas, who bare in mind, would have changed her life for me had I not told her no, Rebecca decided to throw atom bombs to my face and shut me out of her life. Believing, I intended to hurt her in some way and have no feeling to her present state of affairs. It is useless to have this conversation with her. She won't respond to my texts and may insist that at this point, if I keep talking about it, that I am harassing her. When in truth, it is my own egg on the face, I am cleaning up. Oh how I pleaded and damn near begged for the comfort of a woman that I am not supposed to express feelings for in the presence of my benefactor. Rebecca is as of yet to face the interrogation of an 85 year old woman that feels she knows what is best for the African-American issues.

I have written to Rebecca, since the publicizing of this weekend edition, she is still not speaking.

On a lighter note. I had a rather successful day, yesterday and plan to have even more fun today.

I was in Odd Co ((You know the shop of art run by the lady that sees nothing but sex in my art, even if it is a Furry Red Panda.)) Well she has a daughter that is 17-19 and I showed her how awesome 2D animation has become since I was a child: https://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/747889 She really got a kick out this one. So I was able to kick around a few hours with friends and watch monkeys throw poop at one another. I very good start to the weekend.

So despite not having art that I can make to sell in the store at the moment, at least not work that is going to immediately remind this mom, of penises and tits. I feel something is on the works and coming soon.

I completed the portrait's of Rebecca and I suppose, before I could go into discussion of her I should say, I can't tell her story. I should not speak on her motherhood. Instead I will speak on my ability to worship her...as a wind goddess.

I'd be willing to call her wife if she chose to travel with me. She tells me her story in confidence and I dane no further.

Some claim to have seen thinfo that give them fire proof skin, but my scars run deep. Her confidence in me is very important, mind you. So I will shaRe this about her. She has always been kind to me. Despite knowing, my darker thoughts. She does not see me as evil, like my mother. Yet in her kindness, I would never seem to abuse her.

Took me weeks to learn when she is involved with another man. She never really tells me. Oh sure, I've had dreams, but that can't replace the reality of her winddressed presence.

Well now that I'm done fawning..on to pressing matters.

In light of the changes and not wanting to loose acess to the shop and the crew, I'm looking to take anther job and buy an apartment. Wouldnt that be grand? I think so. The man that never trusted me, has been filed with rage because I won't tell anyone what I do all day. He went so far as to accuse me of havingredients no talent and lying about all of the places I have been and the lives I've witnessed in my travels. That I lied about being homeless in stages of my life. Homeless I'll be after losing this job.

I could not carry 4 years of art around in barrels- I don't have many friends becausee the very notion of being an ex-con turns people away.

So when my current employer says,"you have to leave," I realized he'd forgotten or no longer believes, that homelse's people deemed useless and worthless, we're picked up in droves, held captive and rot to this day in PRIVATE PRISON FIRMS. ((G.E.O.)). Held captive and re-educated, until they could prove they can care for themselves, under State guidlines and not common sense measures.

This cycle of corruption begins with the Christian who believes, if someone is not completely transparent, they are evil and not be trusted.

I am always pushing the envelop of any original contract to secure a good position for myself, if that is manipulation, then we are all guilty.

Anyway.I have this new phone that is bad ass when your lit!!! What costs most ppl to turn on was 35 usds. Not bad for what I want to do. Or how I a would like to spend my time bragging on my art and others through my sidemail poxket. Damn auto correct...sidepocket...Until I figure out how to draw with it....I'll let you know.

The fact that I can be doing anything in the day and chirp abut it. Now I need something to say. Oh... be careful of your phone provider. Google has a hit on nsfw...you know shadowbox ur bill. Cause of the art we share. Just an fyi. No more PSA..I'll post art tomorrow.