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I was in this futuristic reality, and there was all these different versions of myself. I chose one version to show how I could jump in and out of his body.
I said, hey, I’m you. The voice you hear talking to you is me. I felt I was lying when I said only he, my artificial self could hear me..
He didn’t believe, so I pulled him aside, and we began the process of waking up together.
I smacked him in the face, I said you need to wake the fuck up. He saw his other avatars; all him, all me, just slightly different.
My selling point to my artificial myself; the first one I woke up, was that I told him God is real, that there is only one true God, and just because we can jump in and out of consciousness; (different realities) doesn’t mean the Bible is wrong. There is still one path, and ultimately we all die.
He told me about his fiance he never sees, and was questioning their status. I said if I had one regreat; it was not to take it all in, experience life, life more, dream more; in every reality, you need to live life to the fullest. You have the power to go anywhere and do, and be anything and everything.
I am waking up from this hollow shell; my soul is shaking and trembling, I do not want to accept that this reality is fake, and can be altered in this way. It scares me how easily I can come and go, and change things. There is so much beauty in mistakes, everytime I leave I cry, and that reality ends for me, I can never go back and experience all the love pain and joy it brings.
I love my son so much, I hate traveling without him, I hate that journeys are solo, and that you can’t take people with you to the other side, everything is so temporary and sad.
Looking at some documents with my mother, and recalling the past, something happened in April that I needed to remember. Something about a Gemini ex who cheated on me..
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400,000 children in Yemen at risk of dying from hunger, UN warns @HumanityVo_Alt @midomarely
In 2020, I’ve visited Fatima at malnutrition center in Hodieda city, she was suffering from acute malnutrition & was a step away from death
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Confession, the reason I parry and joust when selling my art is because I risk becoming homeless again if I sell too much.
This is a lighter side of the dark side of capitalism.
I’m a survivor of medial malpractice among other abuses.
In the Bible there was man born blind; he was 40 years old when Jesus healed him, when aggressively confronted by religious leaders for being healed by God, his parents disowned him out of fear, and the church kicked him out for being a heretic. What’s a man to do for a living when he spent his whole life as a beggar? Do you blame him for not finding a good wife?.. I mean, who would want him?? Once an outcast, always an outcast, even if you receive that one thing you you always wanted.
Suppose I told you a similar miracle happened to me? Would you blame me for collecting a Government check, especially when having a prior mental health record discriminated against me landing a good job for years?
I make more money from the Government than I do working; my son and I have great healthcare, my childsupport is automatically deducted, and I moved back to the city so I could walk to places and not get harassed by cops for leaving my driveway.
However, besides my tattoos that I got for a career outgrown, I look normal. This makes my story seem pretentious to some who have more than I do, but always see their own glass half empty.
If it wasn’t for God I would have been dead or in jail a long time ago. https://www.psychvictims.com/stories/view/it-s-a-hard-knock-life-for-us
So go support Yemen, what’s happening their is much bigger than anything happening in The States, and many other places in the world. 💜 🌐
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https://m.facebook.com/communitystandards/sexual_solicitation
https://www.reuters.com/article/us-sex-trafficking-facebook-lawsuit-idUSKCN1ME038
https://thenextweb.com/tech/2019/11/01/its-impossible-to-exist-on-facebook-as-an-nsfw-artist/
https://www.rollingstone.com/culture/culture-features/facebook-policy-ban-sex-educators-769551/
I love art, always have, ever since I could remember. My earliest artistic influences were Rob Liefield, (creator of Deadpool) and Jim Lee, (90’s artist for the X-men) which explained my love for drawing leggy super model looking pinups with big boobs.
As a child, I was denied my right to a public education, and was sentenced to a deprogramming behavior modification school. We had a class project where we had to make sculptures from the movie Narnia. My sculpture was of the Snow Witch, and I was very proud of this sculpture. When I came to class the next day, I was pissed to find that one of the staff members in the program defaced my artwork. Her reasoning was that she was a feminist, and that boobs were offensive. So I called her a bitch, said “she wished she had titties like my sculpture,” and torpedoed a chair at her head.
Now mind you, before going to this school, I never used the B word or threw a chair, it was learned behavior from the program. We were gaslighted, filmed, and tortured. The school still exists today, it just changes it’s name and location.
The point to all this is that years later, I ended being CMO of a non-profit social media company, called worldie.com. We were trying to learn from Facebook’s mistakes, and come up with easy solutions in our TOS to prevent things like cyber bullying; hate groups, sexual exploitation, etc.
The issue of artist expression came up, and my first thought was Tumblr’s machine learning problem with flagging all my artworks that were flesh toned.
How the heck can we solve this I thought? What even defines sexuality in the 21st century?
The network originally was going to be all about free speech; anything goes, but looking back at all the hatred caused on sites like 4chan, and Reddit, not to mention all the revenge porn on Tumblr; we wanted to make it more PC.
However, what are we gonna do, erase history because there’s boobs showing on too many painting’s at the Detroit Institute of Arts lol? 😄
We couldn’t on one end say we support women’s rights and anti human trafficking laws, then on the other allow them to be pimped because they’re 18, and it’s their choice.
I was then reminded of what happened to my Narnia sculpture as a child, and how frustrating it was for being demonized as a pervert for appreciating the female body, which is natural. Really they were the perverts for sexualizing my art, I was 10 years old, I didn’t even touch myself yet.
The conclusion of this dilemma is to do exactly what Facebook just did. Enforce a simple policy that is non bias on the “backend at least” to eliminate confusion as to why posts are being flagged. If you want to sell sex, sell it on a decentralized platform.
See my original post documented here:
Other reasons not be transparent about policies, it hurts man.
Better to just be honest about what you’re really flagging for.
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