Ok so my dear friend =liolta just made a chat room! it's called #foraoisdraiochta, so if you like chatting on deviantART, I recommend our new chat room, I'm an operator of that room as well!

You know those ID things? It's all like, You have a picture of you or a cartoon caricature and it has stats and things like that? I want one of those...that's all...</:}

If you didn't read the poem before this, it's a short commentary on what is "acceptable"
I guess I needed to walk away from this one before I found what I truly wanted to say about this. Freedom of expression is a funny thing. I except lots of things: Nude art, violence in art, hell there is even some furry stuff that hits the right cord with me. But Nazi art just doesn't sit right with me. I had half a mind to write a poem bashing Nazi art, but then I realized, how different would I be from the "trolls" who write on the walls of Nude photographers and models saying "you demean women!" or "you're just whoring yourself!"?
I guess what it boils down to is tolerance and acceptance. I guess I tolerate children dressing their favorite Anime characters in Nazi uniforms or drawing pictures of Hitler or animating sex Nazi girls, but it bothers me...perhaps I am reading too much into this. I imagine only a fraction of the people who make Nazi art understand, let alone follow the entire Nazi ideals and the fact that most of them, simply for not being German, would have been just as filthy in the eyes of the true Nazis. Then I stumble onto a page of a girl claiming herself to be a Neo-Nazi, saying she's ridiculed in school for being a Neo-Nazi, and her only real outlet is dA. Can I really turn her art away if I accept nude art, furry art, violent art, offensive art, surrealism, that weird fat art thing were the artist takes anime girls and makes them morbidly obese, or the fucked up poetry that I write? I guess acceptance isn't easy...but it's necessary.

Oh yes, and feel free to comment and add to this discussion

*update* The artist was forced to take their picture down...I feel terrible...

You know, it's funny, I start all my journals with that...
anyway, as you might have guessed from the title, I'm back to a state of feeling sorry for myself. I know it's foolish and futile to mope about shit like this, but I can't help but feel like the universe is fucking with me. every time a door seems to open for me, it seems to close right on my face if I get too close to it. It this some Karma from a past life of being a Nazi? Do I have only myself to blame. I could buck up and take solace in the mantra I keep repeating over and over to myself "Things will get better, they have to, I deserve it" but damn if the universe isn't taking it's sweet time giving me a fucking break. I mean GODDAMN! Cut me a little fucking slack! Why does everything I try to do have to be a fucking brick wall?
Why does it feel like the only happiness I get is when I'm with other people, through substances, when listening to music, or when I'm acting or writing? Why can I be happy just being me? Goddamn...my head hurts...rant over...

You know, it's funny...life is so full of twists and turns, ups and downs, lefts and rights. I mean, I know I've been kinda emo lately, and if that's getting anyone down, I am truly sorry about that. I feel the best way I can let out exactly what I'm feeling at the moment is through my poetry, and from my loyal fans (you know who you are! </;} ) at least my feelings are well received and I feel you have given me support and confidence. I just want to let you all know that things are looking up and are getting better. So, in the words of the Gorillaz
"Pick yourself up, it's a brand new day
So turn yourself 'round...
turn yourself around to the sun"
I'll see you at sunrise, folks!