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Gays in the mediaI would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of the land on which we stand today, and offer my own apology for the generations of displacement and mistreatment they have suffered since white settlement.

Though I live life openly as a gay man, I don't really conform to many of the current stereotypes.

On the surface, I've got a goatee -- granted -- but it's often wild and bushy only rarely clipped to perfection. And as you can see, the closest I've come to chiselled pecs and a six pack for many a year are man-boobs and a barrel-belly.

And while I sometimes secretly aspire to owning a collection of Armani suits, lately I've been wonderGays in the media11 years ago in General Non-Fiction

Social NetworkingTwitter is for telling the world every single thing you do.
Facebook is for saying the thoughts that only you choose.
Formspring is for your self esteem to be attacked with a strafe.
and Tumblr is the only place that can be called safe.Social Networking2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The PoetThe Poet:

He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...

He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.

He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.

Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wonderinThe Poet5 months ago in Free Verse

Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:

When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.

But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".

Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...

Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretendingPractice Poem - Man In Cage5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:

We are dreamers, we humans.

We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...

We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.

I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.

How many times have I been saved by others?

When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
ExpeMy Soul, My Dream, My Team5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Woman's WorldHe wakes up
and notices nothing unusual.
He wanders downstairs in skimpy pjs, switches on the radio
The breakfast show, a witty host and her regulation male sidekick-
the butt of the jokes.
The news is going, that abducted boy found dead, sexually abused, throttled
A woman helping with inquiries
inevitable really.
Bored of the chatter he turns it off
Eats his cereal before the telly, a music channel
Women in baggy jeans singing about how nice men look
in clubs, dancing topless around holes.
He unconsciously scrutinises the semi-clad men that surround her
Winding their perfect bodies in sync to the beat, hip rolling
Looks downWoman's World3 years ago in Free Verse

Sing a Song of Sex and SeductionWhen the noise under your bed's just a little too scary,
You'd scream,
"Mommy, Daddy, a monster's coming to get me!"
So they'd check under your bed so you would see
That the monster in your room was only in your dreams.

We live in a world of lies.
What really happens when you turn out the lights
And half the world goes dark for the night?
None of us really knows what's right.

It's a world of destruction,
Chaos,
And corruption
That we allow ourselves to divulge in.
And the sad thing is it's like a suction.
Sadder yet,
We allow ourselves to be sucked in.
Do you want your child, your baby girl, to ask,
"WhaSing a Song of Sex and Seduction1 year ago in Free Verse

Bewildering...3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Deceptive:

Little butterfly,
Tempting with beautiful wings;
Poisons quickly.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013Deceptive5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern

Drawing FAQ

EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.

My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings

Q.Drawing FAQ2 years ago in Comedy

Antique Love CH2

Well, of course sorry for the wait, but please understand that school is really trying to kill me! I will try making the chapters longer, but I can't promise yet. I'll do what feels right.

Also sorry if Alfred is somewhat OOC at this part; it's that way in order to make the plot work, so please bear with it. I promise you guys he's not a bad man :P

Oh and I'm planning to make a small contest for you all to draw a preview-picture for dA! :D so make something when you feel like it? :D I have no deadline set yet, but I give you at least a month :3 make whatever you feel fits the story!

Jolly Good,

--------------------------------------------Antique Love CH22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Social (media) SuicideAnd just like that
birds fell from the sky
memories were erased
faces were lost, scrubbed free
from their prisons. Everything
became a mixed drink, a spilling
of information and half formed
realizations. We had to go back
to what we knew from a time before
we even existed. If memories
are ancestral then maybe I can
make it home by following the
north star. Maybe I can chop
wood and make bread.
Maybe I can stop worrying about
what is and is not appropriate
what can and can not be seen
and who I am outside of the public
eye. Maybe we can build houses
in the woods and talk about what
is really going on in the world. Social (media) Suicide2 months ago in Free Verse

Be BeautifulYou know what they say about beauty?
Buy more buy more buy more!

Are you skinny and curvy?
If not, you're ugly and fat!
Buy these new pills! New diet! New food!
Loose weight now! Shed your body of more and more pounds!
Be Beautiful.

Do you have baby clear skin?
If not, you're revolting and wrinkly!
Buy more Lipstick! Foundation! Eyeliner!
Buy more makeup now! Cover your face in more and more chemicals!
Be Beautiful.

Do you like to wear fashionable clothes?
If not, you're disgusting and a tramp!
Buy a new top! New dress! New Coat!
Buy more new fabrics now! Cover your body in more and more colors!
Be Beautiful

God forbid you'reBe Beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse

The Forces of SOPAThe Forces of SOPA

"A recent survey shows that 13% of Americans are satisfied with the job their government is doing. That being said, here comes SOPA." – Kevin Pereira, Attack of the Show (November 15, 2011)

It claims to be a champion of the people.
Here to support the common good,
To get everyone on its side.
But it has its missiles aimed at us,
At our cultural centers.

It has laser sights aimed at Google,
And tanks pointed at Facebook.
It has a bulls-eye on Youtube
And a stealth bomber over Twitter.
Torpedoes are locked on Tumblr
And C4s are strapped to ProBoards.

They also have nukes ready to strike
The heart of this coThe Forces of SOPA1 year ago in Free Verse

StreamingRamblings of a Bored College Student

I. News

The body of a missing woman was discovered by police this morning during a routine traffic stop. The driver, a former warden, was arrested. He made no comments in regard to the grisly discovery.

No one knows what to say. Dad changes the channel. Another anchorman reports an Amber Alert. They find the boy's body in a field. A girl finds her father slumped in his office. He gave himself one to the head because authorities had seized his computer that morning.

There were pictures of sixteen different boys. The warden only had one victim. No one walks away whole.

II. Advertisment

Someone told a sStreaming2 years ago in Free Verse

Facebook - Tell a story

And so, the update status prompt spoke to me, its words a faded grey.
They whispered, 'Rebecca, tell a story...'
So with new found enlightenment I took to the board of keys!
I pittered and pattered, tipped and tapped!
I planned to wrought the world of Facebook
with my glorious compositions and a fabulous opus!
But...alas... twas there no word limit on this cursed blue box
Pretentious in its will to stifle my verse, I would indeed prevail.
So, I write this sad lament, limited and filthily constrained
by the dwindling character count. I pray thee mercy, oh count of words...
For I must finiFacebook - Tell a story1 year ago in Free Verse

Social MediaA symbolic gesture

Devoid of emotion

No clear sign of posture

In a desolate ocean

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A tremor from beneath

A mixture of hope and fear

The chattering of our teeth

The vague spectre of hope draws near

Colon P.

kk.

Laugh out Loud.

EX DEE.

This empty form of communication

This practically pornographic

The affirmations masturbatory for the ego

The rejections critical for the heart

Poke.

Like.

Hide.

Block.

The smiles are facismile.

Everything is a lie.

Anonymity is a drug.

And group think is a high.Social Media1 year ago in Free Verse

The Death of Her.Tight hug,
He embraces her with love,
A gentle kiss on her cheek,
Cheek bones a prominent feature.
Her bones press against his skin
She is thin,
Too thin.
Growing sicker and sicker,
Will she ever feel confident?
Only with starvation as a friend.
Never small enough, in her mind,
When she is perfect through his eyes,
She wants skin and bones,
Desperate for her spine and collar bone
To jut out of her skin.
Flat stomach,
Ribs a ladder climbing up her chest.
Make-up covers her natural face,
That is what she believes is beautiful.
Never small enough,
Perfection will be the death of herThe Death of Her.2 years ago in Free Verse

EACH TEAR THAT FALLS1 month ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Faux Barbie Horror ShowStaring at the mirror
Finding new and sad things
The border so bright and pretty
You'd think they'd stop polishing
After the cold war

Painting my face for the job
The colours so dark with sparkles
Fix my hair and look decent
Suck in my tummy with some tape
Hurts on a hot day

Reflection staring back
Try and fit in with the standards
Of the twenty-first century
Where's your lips grow longer legs
Skinner waist less shape please
You're embarrassing us all

You'd think they'd stop polishing
The border, clean the mirror
Once in a while maybe
The face I see isn't mine
I can only find an image
I can never be

I'll break those goldFaux Barbie Horror Show8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Writer, Facing Her BrowserI really should be writing,
I really really should,
I know that I can leave this place
If I only would.
I could x the browser,
close it and go away,
but then I might miss something,
or lose a chance to play,
skip a meme or miss a gif
or political commentary -
The what ifs really haunt my thoughts
and make me very wary -
I really should be writing,
I really ought to go,
But will I? I'm ashamed to say
The answer's probably no.The Writer, Facing Her Browser1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Girl of SolitudeThe Girl of Solitude

In her old room with her small laptop, she skims over the internet. Past the articles she reads old stories about family. As she was only thirteen she didn’t have a grasp of the very concept of family, as hers was already shattered before she knew it. To her father that would beat her mercilessly, and to her mother that would scream profanity. She’d stand there and take it all in. To her older brother that got too comfortable with her, and to her sister that she never knew.

Throughout her existence she has known only pain, but since she knew only this. It was her normal; as she walks to school she is bewildeThe Girl of Solitude3 months ago in Emotional

Living in Social MediaOne of the strangest phenomenons occurred when the world became connected.

I'm talking about cell phones. The Internet. Social media.

We find so many new friends when everything is connected; it's like being at a house party with the whole neighborhood, the only difference is that this party is the web, and neighbors are the world population. We can really learn so much from people we've never met through videos and pictures and songs. Even poems and short stories.

The part of it all where things get strange is the irony of a connected life. You get a friend request one day from a guy you knew back in middle school that moved years and yeaLiving in Social Media1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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