My Deviantart Story (its a good one)

(So this is going around yeah? Haha, i like it, i like it~~ So here is my contribution to anyone who might care to listen.)


I began on Deviantart sometime when i was a stupid little twelve year old girl that barely knew about anything, but knew enough to know that... well this would get me into some trouble. My mom had warned about talking to strangers on the internet, but i figured since this was an art thing it would be fine. Art had always been an exception in my life-- ALWAYS. So anyways, i started an account sometime in... oh what would that be 2008? Maybe give or take, i cant remember. I may have even been eleven now that i think about it. Who knows! All i know is that my VERY FIRST, very original account was banned because i was too young and didnt lie about my age like everyone else. 

My second account however  i DID lie and did indeed stay very active for a while. Besides the point.

I must have successfully posted to DA for about... oh two years? A year? Idk, see my timing is all messed up. But in this time it kind of consumed me, and DA was ALL i had. It was the center of my universe and it was kind of scary now that i think about it. I was a young teenager (very young) and i was thriving on all this... this awakening. The art--some of it was beautiful and some of it was horrible and a lot of it was pornographic and... well it was addicting. 

I was addicted to DA, and i didnt have a computer to call my own, but i happened to live next door to my grandma, who indeed did have on. So everyday for hours i would go over next door to my grandmas just to use her computer-- just to go on DA and educate myself on the type of things that my mother would never have taught me.

I was also very angsty at the time (young teen again, remember?) so a lot of what i had to say on DA was just me ranting about my mom and other people i hated at the time. I learned to string together curse words with the fluency of an adult, i learned to rant.

Thus resulted in one day, and i DO remember this day exactly, it was two days before Christmas, my mom deciding to go to my grandmas to look at the history in her computer because-- well what the fuck was her daughter so addicted to anyways?

The cats out of the bag my friends. That innocent little twelve year old that was now an angsty fourteen year old that decided to search the word "penis" and "dick" and "sex" into google because-- lets face it-- we're all curious at that age-- was caught. My mom FLIPPED. LOST HER SHIT. 

And i lost DA. I was absent for at least a year. Some of you oldest of my watchers might even remember how long i was gone.

And then sometime later when i had my own computer (about oh... 16 years old?) i found myself sneaking on DA, posting when i could, whispering sweet nothings to my watchers about coming back, and i miss you, and blah blah blahhh.

Eventually i came back full time, and it was the most luscious part of my DA experience. I wrote all my fanfictions-- "All I ever wanted", "All the Glitters are not Gold", "We could be Forever", and how could anyone forget my most popular "Feathers for Falkner"

These are the years i choose to remember on DA, when i wasnt angsty, but still young enough to enjoy the conversation and the sense of community DA had. It was still clean enough that there werent retards positng pictures of their dogs or selfies because somehow that qualifies as "Art". (THIS IS NOT INSTAGRAM PEOPLE, FUCK OFF IF YOU CANT FIGURE THAT OUT.)

This was around the time when i came up with my new account, the one im on now. While i was still active on my other account too.

Where was I... oh yes. I moved to Utah. Gone again. absent for another year without the whispering of sweet nothings when i made it into Starbucks once in a while to coo and oggle at you, and say that i miss you, and promise to come back.

Well hey-- that leaves us here and now doesnt it? I still live in Utah atm, but i am MOST CERTAINLY moving back to Vegas, howevever with my new computer now i do promise to be on and around (as you guys should have seen lately, i have been). 



As far as art progression goes. 

Cats
cats
slightly better cats
oh look im drawing really shitty people
cats
people are improving
omg whats that yaoi
sexy bodies 
men
gay men
gay men
gay men



AND THATS MY STORY AND IM STICKING TO IT.


(ps-- I really do have a love hate relationship with DA, even now. But i wouldnt change a thing. I may have grown up too fast because of it, but it really opened up my sense of understanding)