Tuesday night I had a car accident. Ran off the road and totaled my car. The police came and gave me a breathalyzer test and without fanfare locked me up for a DWI. In North Carolina that means if convicted loss of licenses, 2 years of jail time. Prison really and 4,000 dollars in fines. Most of that will be repaid through my 2 years in prison. This is horrible news and the only way I can think of remaining free is hiring a lawyer. Not that it will do much good, considering I am a black man in the deep south and it is just understood that if you break the law you are going to jail.

I personally can't afford the jail time. No one can really. The loss of all of my work is really what pains me. I have not finished "Bad Guy," yet and though many of you have been supportive of my Futa Art and varied writing topics, all of this may end come 3/5/2020.

I have to go to court on that date and listen to DA's, judges, and lawyers decide my fate. A rather scary proposition. I have heard stories of people getting house arrest for their first offense. Some have just had to go to AA or something, community service. I don't know. I have never had a DWI before. This is out of my depth and I don't like speculating over things out of my control. No car, means I have to rely on others to take me to court, and if I miss it, well that is evasion and one has to suffer more time for that. I don't plan on missing my court dates but from the number of times I have been in court and have had to hear judges sentence people for failures to appear, I have always tried to be civically correct, despite my anarchist background.

If money is placed on the table, I am sure the sentencing will be a little more to bare. Yet since in the past four years my art and writing has not ensured much of an income, I don't think I can rely much on that.

Though, of course if the few of you who read this letter, find it in your hearts to send 10, 20, 50 dollars to P.O. Box. 1045 Pittsboro, NC, 27312 in a money order or check, I can cash those and put it towards paying fines. If I pay the fines, maybe I don't have to go to jail.

If I go to prison, this is all over. No more art. No more stories. No more peace of mind. Bad for you. Bad for me.

Most of the time I make a lot of jokes, and we have a good time. I am sure it is hard for you to read my letters and take me seriously most of the time. Now. It is not much of a joke. I am very serious and the only thing I can think of to stay out of jail is paying a few hundred dollars that I have not been able to earn through the sell of art and magazines.

I hope after reading this, some of you might have the compassion and where-with-all to help keep me out of prison.

I would hope that the joy you find in reading my articles and viewing my art work would be enough incentive to receive a helping hand from fans. I am really not in the mood to go to prison at this stage in my life.

Yours Truly, sad and dejected,

Advent Voice

You can never take for granted the appreciation people develop for an artist. Remaining humble and understanding that in the digital age and in the ease in which art can be produced by people of all ages, will urge and artist to produce the best work they can. It also allows you to grow in ones own style. Reviewing the works, sketches, and remembering the work I’ve produced in my youth, I can see where I’ve improved and where I can go from the plateau I’ve arrived. Believing I am not good enough for a broad band publication or a six salary sponsorship from a televised platform or Youtube contract, eases the trip along this Indie (Independent Review) network.

Twenty years or more, artists have used the computer to wow audiences and in the last four years, I’ve earned a following of individuals I believe will be tremendous in the development of Liberated-Free-Thought.

Now the few who see my potential and flatter me with words such as “You Are An Artist,” or “Your ability to illustrate your dreams and thoughts and make stories from them is an awesome ability.” Those are the ones I desire to retain as friends, when I finally make a piece of art worthy of holding in an art gallery.

Racing toward this dream and making it a reality wakes me every morning, interrupts my sleep and invades conversations with those I meet on daily errands. Letters to interested clients and twitter chirps in the random outreach to those interested in good sex. Interestingly enough I remember when I first began and sex was far from my mind. Well the crimes associated with the trend was a major subject and as I continue to finalize, “Bad Guy,” I continue to take jabs at the #MeTooMovement, Social Justice Warriors, and the numerous magazines that have desired to turn pleasure and the seeking of it into a vile institution. https://twitter.com/Tai_Shani/status/1219692551244079104?s=20 https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1220134943982063616?s=20

Those that have turned Liberated language into rigorous rebellion against a platonic society make life harder for the entrepreneur, visionaries, dreamers, and innovators. Listening to NPR on January 7th was interesting because there were many deaths in a Mississippi prison and the reporter was kind enough to express, that those locked away for crimes; are not considered convicts by their families, or men that deserve death and mal-treatment. Feels good to know I am not alone in my thoughts about those issues and many are able to look objectively at the purpose of justice. I have pushed the boundaries of comfort in my latest take on “Bad Guy,” https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/bad-guy-page-8-life-lessons the few who support my work appreciated it’s unique take on light and shadows and my use of sex and action.

Sex and Action: That has been a desire of mine for comic books ever since I saw the movie, “Crank.” The idea of endorphin junkies doing all they can to achieve the high of brain matter and associate it with the high of octane action and good sex. Crank was the only movie, I thought, along with “Bank Job,” that knew how to edit scenes and flow a story together that included a good shoot out that was not dulled by the time needed to build to the climatic sunset kiss; of most romantic novels. I would pick up a comic book and enjoy the pages dedicated to mayhem and notice the sexual tension between characters would be made to take a back seat, until the action died off and the stilted sashaying of a romance scene would ooze out of the series in singular snap shots, but nothing concrete; and always rated PG.

For me mind you, romance, love and relationships, when they are good are anything but PG and I personally feel a disservice is presented to the trade of sex when we insinuate a good fuck can not be had in modern relationships. Instead we must retain the 1930’s Carry Grant and Shirley Temple, ‘hug-love,’ moments, never being satisfied with the public’s aggression against Libertarian-Literature and the intense denial of the illustrative power of dynamic intercourse between man and woman, I have been determined to no longer merely air my disgust with the prudery of society and fill the space with massive arrays of explosive sex. Feeling rather proud of myself with my current publications.

After finishing my “Cumdom,” demon: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/cumdom-your-face satisfaction of my life etched across my face, especially with how smooth things came along, despite my insecurities about an appealing background image, produced for the themed art piece. It was suggested that I should put her in a dungeon but as I looked at her, all I could consider was a cave lair, where she was free to climax.

I’ve been drinking like a fish lately. Not a lot. Four cups here and there. A can, when I can afford one and my bills are paid up. It has not tied me up too much, that I can’t produce art. I am secured in my ability to drive the sixteen miles to the bar and make it home safe, after a few. It has deterred my writing, which as I drink there is a force of energy that whispers I should indulge and assures me no one pays attention to the writing, it is the art they want. “You can do that standing on your head,” it whispers. “No one cares about what motivates your mind, and hands. All they want are pretty pictures.” Sometimes I believe this voice with no face and breathe of smoke, sometimes I am sure it is only myself. Other times I am looking over my shoulder. Will I stop drinking, and spending hours away from home or work? I should. I’d be more inclined if I was getting paid. I cram in three hours of art in the morning, ten minutes at night, and still, those that ensure I am comfortable and have $100.00 a week, watch to see if I’ve neglected a duty and should be replaced. What a joke. As usual, I ask those that read my journals, or are interested in what I think, to forgive the weeks it would seem that I fell off the face of the earth and lost the will to report good art stories. That is not true; I’ve been thinking a lot about my father lately. Well the man that raised me. One who I did not know did not spawn me until I was seventeen, and believed the lie concocted by my mother of a father, until I was old enough to think for myself.

The only unfortunate piece of this tale is my mental awakening did not occur until I was seventeen. Everything that made me, prior to that day was the guiding light of a military brat. The discipline inspired by private institutions, federal mandates, and (or) what ever oversight was admitted to military schools, during my teen years. I am 31 now and I am sure all of that has changed since I was a boy. My education on the arts was heavily monitored by my father, who, though he appreciated the skill of most craftsmen and believing all had the aptitude to learn, did not believe Anime, Comics, Graphic design, even embroidery, or tattoos, foreshadowing techniques, abstract art, any of which I’ve produced in the last four years, to be marketable art. Which at times, I am sure he is right, but then there are times when I want to flaunt my talent in his face so hard. “Look father, I can make a masterpiece with the very instrument that never made you enough money to secure your marriage to my mother!”

That could be the hops jumping. Who knows?  

I went to my favorite little bar in town. Noon is when they open and they are closed on Monday, and when I can, I like to spend an hour there. That means two beers and lots of conversation with the bar-tress or if her husband is there, both. Both are artists and have worked for years as Freelance writers, scriptwriters, digital artists and magazines few would read. But it worked for them and they are industrious, hence being artists.

They craft and market from the bar/shop and I give them money in show of support.

After sharing my online work, the bar-tress asked if I had work that was less sex?

I do, but the prospect of producing less sex, just to be seen and appreciated as an artist is deflating. Especially since I have nearly 4 years invested in the community and anything outside of the community is just not marketable. Granted I am not making money now, but if I am going to be a broke artist, shouldn’t I do things that make me happy?

Small samples that I can compile into a book and sell as an anthology after I have one hundred pages completed.

The woman of ODD CO. (That is the name of the bar) is mature and pleasant though. She did not berate me or call me a pedophile or other names because I like to draw nude figures. We talked about weed. And out past experiences with getting high and how expensive CBD oil is. We discussed the fact that she likes the art, and I am too critical of my work and to know she approves besides public regulations on NSFW material, she merely thought the work pleasant and even joked, after I said ‘My latest article is kind of rough,’ “That’s What She Said.” (( https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/01/02/i-ended-the-year-nut-tastically/ https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2019/12/18/the-year-in-review/ ))

Came out of her mouth and I could not stop laughing.

That is what my work does. It brings out the perv in all who see it. Now what is wrong with that?

January 4, 2020 I decided to share some dick pictures with a woman by the name of Abby Grace: https://twitter.com/OnlyfansAbby of Bristol, England. A city in London that is clearly hiding sex fiends in plain sight. It is nice to talk with her. She has followed me on twitter for some time and rarely spoke with me. I followed her in return because she has such a nice ass. She is witty and has a dirty mouth. Which surprised me because I don’t have much dealings with Brits, to really know how open they are in matters of sex. I’ve asked her many questions about what turns her on, on twitter with little in the way of interaction but when I subscribed to her OnlyFans page, I found a woman desiring to know something about me and wanting to see my cock, wanting to know how big I am. Happy to oblige, I sent the images. Took two hours to find a place in my wooded sanctuary, secluded enough to take the pictures and can you believe, in the middle of my hard on, which was not nearly as hard as I like to be, a friend, if I can call him that, drove up while I was 15 minutes away from cumming. Sigh, there is never a safe place to masturbate anymore. My home gives me no peace. My 85 year old client never leave me alone long enough to finish my highly sexual or critically violent art so I never attempt to jack off in the house or bathroom. Besides I am sure women are tired of receiving dick pictures that are scrubbed with bad lighting, dark shadows, and back dropped by bathroom tiles. I took some of me in the car and since car-sex is a real fetish for me, I was happy to share that fantasy with Abby Grace. Finding a woman that is turned on by dick pics is rather rare you know. I’ve mentioned this before, my belief that the figure of a man is wanting in the ability to arouse women as a general rule. (( https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dream-weaver-pin-up-bad-guy )) Could be the kind of women I find myself around, but handsome, looking nice, easy-to-look-at, cute, and comfortable are generally how women respond to me. Being called HOT!! I can’t remember when that ever happened.

Well sure I can, when I was 13. They were all Jersey Goth-Girls and they liked me because I was skinny, not cause I was uniquely attractive. Abby Grace, mind you, spoke kindly enough about me to aid in raising myself esteem enough to feel with pictures of my cock alone, I can arouse a woman, even if she is from Bristol, England.

Now an attractive face is a real mark for achieving the heart of a woman, I would like to believe. The size and posture of my cock, though secondary in generalized usage of seduction in time passed, did little to hold the attention of a woman, outside of being in use. It was always my face that pulled women into my orbit. Thinking back on my son’s mother, Nadia, Courtney Williams, Nina Valentine, Camel Parkson, Victoria Norris, Raven, Brandi, Stephanie Sweeney, Kerrie Durocellet, oh yeah that teachers assistant, with the fine ass, set up for me by Paige Eggerheart, a sexy friend of mine back in college. Brittany...there are a few more that as the years go by they fade. I really should add more to my list or one more that will love me endlessly and talk about it non-stop, to give me more juicy details to add to my monthly articles. There is one woman in particular whom I met some time back that struck my fancy-she does not acknowledge that I think of her and that fact that she is so deliciously memorable would make a nice ‘in’ into undressing her and sucking on her delicious nipples. “I remember the first time I saw you, and wanted to make you mine.”

My younger years were devoted to the honing of the art of seduction and having an attractive face aided in my cause. As I age I am made to ask, “ Was it ever so attractive or was it more the size of my cock that did the trick?”

Truth is, the number of women I was able to seduce or the quality I used to flirt with online and Facebook, did little to prove my prowess in the affairs of seduction. My memories assure me I am skilled in the process and like a beautiful portrait of a still-life, or a majestic landscape, maybe a turbulent sea or the dark hooded forests, the secrets of the pleasure found in the depths of a woman, come from the inner searching of what makes the image before you desirable or at least being willing to ask the question, “ Will you let me be the man that heightens and completes you?” Because of my excessive hornyness if has been suggested that I find a girlfriend. It has been more than ten years since I’ve had a woman outside of the random sexual encounters that occur in a public restroom but my real misgivings of settling down with one woman is the affect she will take upon my general appeal to other women. When one no longer has to hunt for their pray, and it is brought to you on a silver platter, a degenerative lazyness sets in and typically what ever skills I developed over the years to win the favor of most women will have been put out of vogue. Rendering me useless. In my boredom I’d have to redirect my libido to one woman who the moment she is angry will seek to destroy my esteem, crush my verve, and use demoralizing language to win a position above me in the moment.

Which if I kept tabs with numerous women; would clearly render her words useless by assuring me I am as attractive as I ever was to them, and they’d take on my cock in a hot second, if I was ever inclined to call upon them.

So in my desire to be faithful I would be constantly fighting back my natural inclination and would I ever be true to myself?

How can a NSFW Artist have one girl-friend or wife, when he goes to the bar for two beers at lunch time and sends dick pictures to England to a woman that barely notices him, would any other woman ever stand for a man such as I? Would she not demand too much of me, as the woman of ODD Co, asking me to end my sexual trite and focus on other forms of art? Would she not kill my dreams and replace them with visions of her alone and how would they compete with the scores of other memories?

The thing is...I won’t know unless I take the dive!  

After completing "HorseCock Training." https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/horsecock-training I was asked, "Why did I put her pussy in between her balls?"

To the pleasure of most and the ire of some all I could really say was, "Well if you place the nuts in the right position and slide your cock in between your Futa's balls it feels like a real pussy, in real life. Can't be too rough though. When both of your grind your partner can get off too and use your glaze as lube to slam you in their ass.

https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/661372295314538502/661372824031592478/unknown.png?width=875&height=492

well it is like dry humping but your partner who has their balls out https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/34-san/gisa-s-dark-alley-expedition and ass in position, instead of giving you their ass immediately will use their thighs and balls to work you up sitting on your shaft and grinding until you glaze I should take time to illustrate it since no one else has

and once you are precumming from all of the grinding and gyrations you can use your nut to slide in their ass like the link I showed you https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/34-san/poison-in-your-mouth similar to how poison uses Chung-li's knee to grind her sack on. now if there was a pussy and clit there, it would be in between her nuts

as my Horse Cocked Pokemon trainer.

https://us.rule34.xxx//images/612/3b94ecdbb7393e9bf4fb924643e9ab32524f4df8.png

I don't think there is anything wrong with where we have traditionally placed the pussy on a Futa. I have always felt hiding it under the sack and so close to the ass is sexy as all get out, but there is so much pleasure stored up in the base of a cock that when you roll your fingers along the main vein, you sometimes wonder if the pussy should not be there.

http://sites.adult-empire.com/13310/pics/tn_Hot-Fucking-Futanari-Girls_futa-dickgirl-pussy-fuck-cum-on-girl-face.jpg

It is a rare occurrence, yes, but I can assure you, that I am not the only one who has thought of it in the past: https://xxxpornozone.com/xxx/futanari-girl-with-dick-and-pussy.jpg

Honestly I wish I could find all of the older artists that influenced my love for Futa. The internet is so massive and it will take me months to go through all of the images and point out the very first ones I saw when I was 11-13. My very first Futa Pussy was much like what I drew last night and the notion of dry humping a futa's balls before I stick my cock in her ass is still very much a turn on for me.

Oh yeah this is a real knock out right here: https://archive.is/w76vb/3b009268b59decc87bfbd86b948f5b9a4194a920.jpg

Well happy new year all!!

This idea struck me back on November 20 2019:

$2,000.00 USD and sexual snapshots of sexy women pouding themselves and pleasing themselves with plastic replicas of the manhood that makes their mouths and vagina’s drool. I am finally satisfied with the content I have been producing in association with SuperChatLive.com. Filling my journals with art and thoughts on the good and bad of the experience.

I did not need to spend that much money and I am curtain I have spent more than that in a short month. It is a really addictive and interactive platform. Some of the women are demanding; but aren’t women demanding in the real world, on a regular basis even without the temptation of tokens and the money they can earn from laying on their backs and moaning?

I am doing this project to help me save money. Working on all of these sketches prevent me from interacting with the site for at least a month and make those that were interacting with me on the site, at least miss all of the fun we had.

The heart begs and pleads for what pleases but what pleases can be taken advantage of if it is always seen.

I was able to get some of the women, who could have controlled the situation a lot better, to confess loving me, emailing me personally and sending me images of their climatic finishes to add to my art collection. I had professional prostitutes love me and despite not having tokens, they were willing to fap for me outside of the platform. That is a skill in manipulation I do not take for granted and enjoy playing with the hearts of women that would have done the same to me, given half the chance.

All for the sake of art and getting the story worth sharing.

The truth is, no one is getting over on anyone, besides SuperChatLive.com. They run away with all of the money, they pay the girls 100.00 while the users, men like me, pay out thousands of dollars a session. As normal, the online platform is the pimp and the consumer and girl is given the shaft for the few minutes of pleasure they can sneak in the 2 hours allotted. Some of the girls take it hard. The idea of having to put on their plastic smiles for hours at a time for 100.00 and having to listen or read comments from losers. Then there are those that find a guy the like, one willing to pay and they put on their best face, but they can’t get him to stay because he is not trying to blow his load or tokens on one girl.

After a few weeks of this you can see the taunt drain of energy, desire or ability to bust a nut on their faces. They become numb and need nearly 1,000 tokens or more to climax, when it used to take 11-77 tokens.

I’ve had women ask me for 999 tokens for no more than playing with their lovers with a dildo and it takes them another 400 tokens to squirt. By the end I am broke and they are bored. It could have been a wonderful idea of the company would not shaft their workers/models, the girls and paid them more out of what they collected from the guys for the few tokens they spend.

I mean if a woman knew 2,000 tokens = 200.00 and it went to her directly and the platform was paid like Tumblr and Facebook, based on traffic, not commission, then the millions that spend with them, would not have felt they were being shafted or made to horde tokens. I am just a user mind you. They, the platform, want my money, not my ideas of what is good business and what is bad. But you know, there are professional whores I know that would not touch SuperChatLive.com because being shafted out of pay they can earn, through twitter, to social networking and the pleasure from real life contact made with clients they have grown to respect and trust, can’t be achieved from such a cloistered-fucked-platform. Another thing I don’t like is that they would take something I love, sex, and turn it into a stale, token collecting sham. That leaves both the girl and the client wanting, frustrated, and pissed that the sex is not always as good as it could or should be. While I am jacking and watching her Fap or in the middle of a heated roll of pussy fucking, I hear the annoying and dick killing slogan, “More Tokens Please!”

Yeah—I am not cheap either—$2,000.00 and a line of women all fighting for a few tokens proves it. What a sad month it turned out to be. I am glad it is over.

Then I am sad because I can’t not dream of those girls, seeing them in my mind and wanting to give them more but never sure how. For me most answers to life’s struggles, the social ones, the economic ones the battle for food, companionship and shelter, prosperity or the lack there of, the fulfillment of dreams, all of it has, for me, a central point surrounding art. The production of it, the maintaining it and the eventual selling of it, if we are able to capture the energy built from the pain of mans created stresses, put an attractive face to it, illustrate the portrait and craft our longings, hope can be seen, navigated and pursued. For without vision, the people perish.

When I am not writing about the racial difficulties of my town, the lack of money to go around, my inability to acquire a credit card or encouraging the purchasing of the few pieces I’ve chosen to make, I am seeking to encourage prostitutes and sex workers to consider the potential of having their lives immortalized upon the canvas.    

 It is really sad, I know, but I’ve not been motivated this year to do anything much for the Christmas holidays. Could be because I spent so much money on smut that I’m in debt to my ears and I am stressing over if I will have enough money to pay taxes and this damn traffic ticket, I received on Thanksgiving, or it could be that there is not much I can do in a week to illustrate my love for this holiday season and I can’t afford gifts—I did not put my tree up until the 16th of December, and it was a drag to see myself pulling that damn thing from under the house, put the decorations on it, and place the one wine gobblet, I bought as a present, under the tree and be alone to appreciate my work.

 I am just so damn lonely this year and I did not have this trouble last year and I don’t think I am handling this right. Art is not proving to be good therapy at the moment, because I can not conjure up a good piece of art for this month to save my life.

 The classic music bores me. I don’t live in an English village covered in snow, filled with carolers and bakers selling warm cookies. I can imagine a Charles Dickens setting and craft a story of gratefulness as well as he – but with no snow, my landscape reminds me of Ohio without the bitter cold. Brown, wet, muddy and not much of a winter at all. Damn Indian summer messed up my chances to take some good snow white postcards for you all.

 I can’t remember the last time I’ve had the Christmas blues and what I did to get over them. I don’t drink anymore and that could be my issue as well. I’ve been going through some kind of furlong withdrawls and my body desires to be drunk instead of dulled by the boredom of this season.

 Took me 16 days but I finally made some Christmas Cheer, bloom in my home. Took some pictures I plan on sharing with friends and family and I am nearly finished with the art associated with the season. It may not be pleasant overall or bring smiles to anyone beyond the cynic, but it reflects, truthfully how I feel about so much that is going on in the world, on the one month you’d think people would attempt civility.

 The people of China are still protesting against the encroachments of Communist Beijing. The people of France are setting fire to the bus routes, well maybe not literally, but they have shut down most of the rural entrances to the heart of the city, slowing down production. That’s never good. In my home town the people wave their Confederate flags, no burning crosses, but that’s only because we’ve not had a cold winter. No, snow. Not yet at least.

 While the world protests Brexit and the dismantling of the EU, I’ve chosen to protest whatever come over the people that made them decide to sell cold coffee and cold cookies.

 It might seem like a small matter compared to finding ways to celebrate my sons birthday. An issue I’ve put on the back burner for nine years now. Thing is, I can’t and I am sure others do not like to function on cold coffee, tea, or beat back the idea that room temperature cookies are no better than stale ones.

 I could talk about the millions stolen from African banks since October, in the Kleptocracy Asset Recovery Initiative and abroad. How the World Bank can’t or won’t explain the disappearance or the money and how the number of poor in Africa rises higher for the new year. We could discuss the constant Polish struggle of the social conservative verses the DLA, an ongoing news item, since 1989. Maybe we should talk about the President and how his quotes of excellent job growth and employment is a clear exaggeration and to many their has been no growth or change in the economy since 2009. Ten years of limited factory production. Chinese trade war and protests are not helping.

 The world all over is too stale to focus on Christmas and I am not the only one pondering how to earn enough to pay the taxes on my home; but none of this justifies being served cold coffee in the dead of winter.     

Well I finally managed to give out thanks to all of the artists...well not all...of the creators but a few that have supported me this year and I hope will stick around for more in the coming years.

And of course I like to publish things that others turn their noses up at, or refuse to look at without scorn and a need to cause inferiority complexes upon illustrators and graphic artists on my own personal website: https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/

I really enjoy the ability to uplift other artists and creative writers. Promoting their talents, along side my own and not allowing the corporate world to have all the control on what is marketable material. It has only been fours years since I have begun this journey but all of those I have met along the way, have made my experience as a producer of low-brow art and NSFW or just art general, a memorable one.

I really do know what my life would have been like without finding an artist like Elyria Steele, https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/ElyriaSteele/profile  and ask her to take time out of her busy schedule to illustrate something for me and get the word out about who she is. I remember the days when other artists would draw Spider-Man in their style, or Mad-Maxx and loved the idea of someone taking the time to bring my own creations to life, in their style.

https://www.deviantart.com/cyberkitten01 CyberKitten01 was much of the same motivation in my proposition and he did a wonderful job of bringing Alexia to the forefront in his pin-up collection. https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/coat The fact that he desired to do so, despite how infantile my work is compared to his own is a tribute to our guild I suppose.

Of course I don’t take too much credit for the increase in my fan base at Newgrounds.com but there are several people that have been avid supports for a while that I may not have mentioned before: https://mylladynx.newgrounds.com/ https://mettatonthesexyboss.newgrounds.com/ https://jackrak.newgrounds.com/  https://steffmoc.newgrounds.com/ people come and go, but when they stick around, it is nice to read about yourself I am sure. https://cyberdevil.newgrounds.com/  https://bmesias063.newgrounds.com/art (Who have been by my side from my early years are shaping up to be the best advisers a guy can ask for.) 68 followers and counting and I can not get over how @Lewdua  https://lewdua.newgrounds.com/ treats me as an equal. I am so impressed with her. I have to show some love to KJimmy: who’s friendship has meant the world to me. https://kjimmy.newgrounds.com/

I really can not say that enough!! It is not that I am downing myself or too humble to realize when I have something good, or so impressed with other artists that I feel I will never measure up. It is simply when you see something good, you want to share it and I like talking about my friends, opposed to myself all the time.

The real show stopper of, "This Year in Review," and that I am really proud of featuring and should have set as the cover of this issue was "Strawberry,"

 https://baraag.net/@Strawberry Her work for me was right on time and the best way I could show some more love to the Italian goddess https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/medral-fortuna-favet-fortibus-alice I really wanted to display a piece that highlighted her love of dark themes

and bring to the public a mix of arousal for what is conventionally considered scary. Well for those that are not a fan of Twilight, then overall this is just not something you would be aroused by. For me though, Werewolves falling in love with red-headed fire-brands is always attractive. Strawberry really out did herself and I thank her forever for the work she did for me and happened to enjoy doing, though it was not something she does normally.

Overall this has been a massive year of wonderful renditions of art and I have been pleased to share them with you.

 In my latest project Sayuri Tee, https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/sayuri-tee I mentioned a website called SuperChatLive.com and how I advise all of you to stay away from it. In no way am I advocating the site or desiring you to fall into the pit, I have found myself in for the past 3 months.

Back in October I found this site that allows those who use it to masturbate on live cam. The idea was wonderful. Pay a bunch of women with online tokens to do things sexually and watch you do things, or just talk. That is what me and Sayuri Tee would do. She loved to look at my ass and dick and I loved to watch her moan and cum.

Anyway, the site was cool, until the moderators began to do some strange things with my account. It began around November. Right when I published the article and art of Valeri Wow Boobs https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/valeri-wow-boobs . The Russian, who I met on the site, with the 80 H breasts. I tried to cancel my account and it worked and I felt since we were all paid up and I owed no more money I could walk away with my little 300.00 in the bank and call things even. Until I go to the bank and they tell me 1,053.00 was siphoned from my account and I owed the bank 1,000.00+ USD I don’t have. Did not have and still don’t have.

I can’t even apply for a loan from the various online vultures out there, just waiting for an idiot like myself to come along and ask to go into debt to pay some bills. It is amazing to me that no lender will touch me right now. My credit is not the best, sitting at a 645, but that is good enough for most people I hear about that use the loan companies like a charity vault. How is it, others can put up there homes, cars, apartments, and livestock for lease, and I come around with a salary of 6,000 a year and can’t get a loan.

It has been driving me crazy for the past month and a half and that is why I have been rather reclusive and quite lately. Not that I don’t want to talk to you all. I am sharing this with you now because I have always valued your input and love the wise-cracks you come up with at my expense.

I know it is the Holiday season and I should be focusing on putting out work that represents Santa, presents under the tree, or people walking around the city in the blizzard cold, looking for loan sharks to get them over the holiday hump, that comes with undue expenses.

I just can’t get over how I was cyber-hacked by a British company by the name of EPOCH, have to pay rates of UK, conversion rates and my bank associates sit around looking to me to pay this horrendous bill, taking no blame upon themselves for allowing payments to be overcharged on a DEBIT account beyond my spending limit, as if I was using a CREDIT card. I have not used a CREDIT CARD since I was 18. I know better.

Another reason why I am mad. I know better, than to allow companies like EPOCH to get the better of me and in trying to be clever and hide money away, I got hit regardless.

My site is not supposed to be about doom and gloom. I don’t write this to bore you or to scare you away from NSFW producers. I love sex workers and what they have to go through to produce material that will make you jack and fap. I just don’t like the people that take advantage of others in the name of a dollar, lie about transactions being fair and viable and continue to pound people in the sand for another grand after collecting nearly 3,000.00. Insane to spend that much in two months and nothing to show for it.

Well that is not true either. I have a whole collection of prints to develop in the coming month or so and I am happy about the new poses and images of naked women, like Sayuri Tee, and Valeri Wow Boobs, but not having the money to pay bills bites ass hard.

I would much rather spend my time reading the cynical rantings of https://sharpnova.newgrounds.com/ (Who likes to go around newgrounds.com trash talking about the talents of the numerous creators and has a way of depressing me about my own work.) Then paying endless bills to a site that produces F-grade amateur sexual content. I have to say that I loved the girls and that is why my Discord server is filled with selfies and shots of prospective images I will set to art. I have nothing against the women that use the site and the customers that pay out...it is management that has set me on fire!

I really don’t want to bore you with the details. I have written letters to the company and to my bank and all in all come January 3 my bank account should be square...I will have to fight hard to pay my taxes this year...and I have a traffic ticket that if I don’t pay soon might have my license flagged, revoked, or whatever other penalty comes from not paying a ticket on time. What I can do for your pleasure and my own sanity is share a little letter I scribed about EPOCH and SUPERCHATLIVE.com. You can call it a consumer review:

 It might be strange to some to find I keep a journal and tabs on everything I do in life. Especially those pertaining to where my money goes. I don’t like surprises or things I can’t account for. That is why I don’t use a credit card or buy anything on credit. Either debit or cash, or no business. It is how I like to buy art, or settle debts. Money orders are still in fashion for me.

 So you can understand my surprise and anger at the idea that when I went to the bank on November 27 2019 after canceling my subscription to “SuperChatLive.com” to find an outstanding statement of some 1000+ dollars that needed to be paid to the bank.

 What is an impossibility and unexplainable by their Billing Support department has become an uncomfortable reality for me. What was supposed to be a simple transaction of what I have into their accounts from my accounts upon the moment of exchanging CVC information has turned into a mystery of how an entity that supplies sex to it’s consumers and models can run away with 1,000.00 or more dollars without my bank citing fraud. I did not approve any transactions after cancellation and infact I left 305 tokens on my dashboard, an amount of 40.00 that I feel I am due, after this confusion.

When dealing with a sex franchise, it can be embarrassing for the subscriber, when in the midst of a transaction dispute, to admit that they might have been defrauded out of so much money, because of the product they were paying for. Because NSFW material is given such a bad wrap in society, because strip clubs are homes of degenerates, because the entire practice is akin to prostitution and the subscriber would have to admit he/she paid for sexual gratification, many do not raise a stink if the company dips into their accounts and takes more than the subscriber is willing to give.

I am a NSFW artist, and I tell the whole world all the time. I love women and the gratification that comes from paying them for a service and seeing that they are well fed. I have no qualms in raising a stink about being defrauded by an entity that not only took 40.00 and what was contracted for them to have, but had the ill advised gaul to overcharge my debit account and have me explain to my bank, why and where my money went, with no concern for my privacy or desire to uphold the anonymity, due to sex purchasers. I am writing this article as an awareness board for others that might have had this issue, or are unaware of the pitfalls that may arise when dealing with dealers of sex.

 It is not so much the sex, breasts, hips and presentation of women climaxing on camera that causes embarrassment, or the fact that most video’s are recorded and men can masturbate to a live partner in the safety of the platform. It is the idea that in order for this franchise to continue without scandal and the women can continue incurring an income from the numerous footage taken of their private parts, I would have to remain silent and fit more than 1,000.00 to a company that has already achieved 2,000.00+ from my person alone. There are over 2,000 users of the platform at any given time and to be honest the company is doing their client base the disservice, not me alone.

Will they give me my money back? Will they reimburse me for the embarrassment and the uncomfortable feeling associated with cyber-theft? Will they hold themselves accountable for confusing the banking institution and the subscriber who held an ill-advised trust in the arithmetic aptitude and allowed the transactions of digitized currency to transfer from their bank to their greedy coffers? All of this seems unlikely if the level of concern is not measured to the board of representatives whom concern themselves so diligently to the safety of the consumer and the ‘models,’ who interact with their online platform.

 It would suffice me heartily if this company never received another dime from patreons and passing consumers of the sex-trade. They make a mockery of the enterprise.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!

SINCE I AM SO PISSED OFF I WILL BE SURE TO GIVE THE ENTIRE STORY A FEATURE ON https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/ AFTER COMPLETING THE ASSOCIATED ART WORK!! You can all look forward to that. More titties and pretty faces.

I have never been one to dismiss an art request out of sheer disappointment in the content or theme. Most of the time I avoid an art request because I can not justify the piece or idea being in my gallery. A lot of the time the ideas presented to me to draw have nothing to do with my work, current projects, past projects, or style. Then again, maybe they do and I refuse to admit it. The “Pokemon Trainer and Vaporeon,” piece is one of those requests, I’d normally avoid.

Not only do I not understand the craze behind having sex with a Pokemon, I don’t think many in the Furry Community take kindly to such a vast universe, crowding their creative space. I am only adding fuel to the controversial fire, that may be silently understood as, ‘let sitting dogs sit.’ Loosing myself in the endless possibilities of smut generated from the Pokemon universe, would be a tireless adventure and I am rather flattered by the few fans who may appreciate my take on anal pleasure given by a futa Eevee. Which because I never could put a gender on Eevee when it is in its original form and not swimming around a lake, I find this take of Eevee to be most appropriate, if not expected.

Yet, again, I think I am the only one to suggest that most Pokemon fit into the realm of gender in-specificity and most Furries avoid interchanging the genders of their OC’s.

Again these are things I don’t like to think about, so don’t ask me, ‘ why I made Eevee a Futa?’, I don’t have an answer. I just did not think Eevee could ever be a male, nor would a female Eevee do much to please her trainer sexually with that tail. Then again, maybe she could. Now that would take on a new twist, and I’d have to redraw the whole thing. Have her standing in Freeza’s power up pose, chest out and smiling from the sense of domination, which is completely not at all what my friend desired to see. No telling what my friend, TTFPH productions, thought the project would turn out as, but this what you get when you mess with an artist like me. A world of trouble.

I crammed in lots of hours yesterday to complete this piece before the holidays end. It is not everyday I can put in the necessary hours to complete a project and when I have a day I can use to finish a piece of art, it brings me back to the days when I’d spend my whole weekend playing video games.

I would have and probably should have spent the day pinning away about only having $35.00 to my name, but I didn’t. Instead I put on the finishing touches to my new Pokemon trainer, anal play with Vaporeon. A piece of art TTFPH will remember for a long time because I used his name as a sound effect for when Eevee slides into the woman’s ass. (TTFPH is suppose to mean Total Thomas Fan and something about his name...I have for the life of me, been trying to figure out how a Total Thomas Fan can be so perverted. To this day I can’t figure out if this individual is spamming me, a virus, or a figment of my virtual imagination, but he has a wicked sense of humor and in sharing with me what makes him laugh, he asked me to draw a Pokemon fucking its trainer.)

Now, as I was drawing this piece, I really got to thinking and at times that is scary, but consider this with me for a moment.

No one can honestly tell you what the hell a Pokemon is. I mean most of them take after some animal (Which is why I would put this fetish of fucking Pokemon in Furry Fetish.) and that kind makes each trainer, to me, a zoo keeper, stuck in a world filled with talking animals and shining unicorns. Most mystical ideas have been accepted by the masses. Animal spirits taking over people and giving them the power to take over the world. Except Pokemon are not like that at all. I found it fascinating that something as wild as a Pokemon can be relateable to teenagers and adults and not a single one of those adults can tell you why Eevee has a transformation to coincide with every known element in our universe. To what purpose, does that little mouse or water rat, get to transform that many times and how often does he have to fuck his trainer before he reaches his ultimate level?

I watched Pokemon like the rest of the world growing up, in New Jersey. I collected the cards and would gamble my little pennies in the locker room, after school, win a little, lose a little. There was little else to do as a kid growing up. I really can’t say I was a die hard fan though, and I never understood those that claimed Pokemon was for a homosexual audience specifically and that you were gay if you watched it. I never felt that way about the original series and did not get the same feeling that Sailor Moon, gave...I knew as a kid, watching too much Sailor Moon and a guy could slip into one of two directions. He grows to be a horn dog, or trying to dress up like a pink haired princess. Pokemon did not arouse me or make me consider what it would be like to be fucked by Squirttle.

It presented a story about undying friendships among creatures that have obvious environmental differences and when they formed a team under a trainer they could respect, they did their best to please their master. Now as a devious as that would be, their was little evidence of anything besides BDSM as a possible turn of events, it never happened but domination fetishes are far from gay. Then again at the age of 13, I was given a cat collar with a little bell on it, to wear, by my goth girlfriend and made to eat her pussy in public. Sigh the good old days. Like clock work she would come around to berate the time I spent watching Pokemon, calling it gay and a tool to warp the minds of children to be ok with homosexuality. I kept looking for it but for years Nurse Jenny was chased by Brock, Misty ran away from Ash who would chase her like a lost puppy. The beastiality was not even homosexual because it was always the male Pokemon fucking the female trainer. As usual I have found a way to break from tradition and without the permission of anyone, not even old girlfriends from my 13 year old past, and present a side of Pokemon most can only dream of.

Now just because someone claimed something I enjoyed to be gay, this never deterred me from watching, but like Naruto, you can only here the same catch phrase so many times before you just get bored and want to know how the story ends. Unlike Naruto, DBZ, Scooby Doo and the thousands of cartoons I grew up with, Pokemon does not seem to have an end and people still want to try to Catch Them ALL!

I can't believe it really. I have had so much to do and have been so busy with the preparations for 'Bad Guy,' page 7-9 that I have not really had time to catch you all up on my little adventures.

Outside of my stories with the Dream Weaver, I have been working on a SuperChatLive.com anthology. Considering how they treated me in the last month, I really should not give them a moment of my time but to tell you all to stay far away from the site, if you value the money in your bank account. I don't place any blame on the girls. They were awesome and very supportive of my art. In fact on my Discord server in the Lewd-art WIP channel, you will see several pieces I plan to digitize in order to celebrate those women and express how much I enjoyed masturbating with them. SuperChatLive.com is awesome in that regard. To be able to masturbate with a woman through video feeds and webinars is an awesome way to spend money and is a great idea. Better than going to the strip club. The only issue is the excessive drawing of my bank account when I don't authorize the payments. More on that later, I guess. Not really sure how I should go about explaining it. Should I write a separate blog explaining my disgust with SuperChatLive.com or should I fold it into one monologue in the midst of talking about the girls that populate the site. While at the same time assuring you that at no time do I hold any ill feelings for the ladies.

I might have to write two different articles.

On top of that TTFPH productions has asked me to draw Eevee as futa fucking his pokemon trainer. Exciting right! I know my Futa fans will love that one. I really stayed away from TTFPH productions for a while because there ideas were over the top for me. I am always in need of money and a way to pay bills, especially when I make the mistake of allowing some online smut site to over draft my Debit account...ugh, to this day I can not account for it. It is a Debit account, not a credit card! Anyway I have been bending myself over backwards, trying to figure out a way to makes ends meet, and then Ttfph comes along and asks for a cum soaked pokemon trainer. He was in luck though, because he is not the only one that asked for one. https://bmesias063.newgrounds.com/ has in the past asked me to do the same and I have always put it off, because well, he does it so well, and so does https://theshadling.newgrounds.com/ that i figured it was a trend that I missed and a fad that was over with by now..I was late on getting in on the action. What with all of my 'Bad Guy,' work and Inktober Dreams.

I will finish the SuperChatLive.com anthology and add the articles associated with the work here: https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/ only because the loss of money and the days put into getting to know the girls and having something to talk about in regards to why they do what they do, falls in line with a lot of my previous articles surrounding financial issues, prostitution, sex trade, sex-offenders, and the overall defense of the NSFW community and how institutions that buy and sell sex should hold themselves to a standard that allows for good business. Not rob there consumers and force me to write an article that puts them on blast and could cost the women, that sell their good looks, to pay for their own livelihoods, their access to our ever expanding free internet market.

By the end of the month, I hope to be in good standing with the bank. It would be nice if I could sell art in the mean time and get back to where I was before all of this confusion, but as long as I live and despite the hardships in life, the art must go on!