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i've been wanting to write something a little personal. just a small feeling about the way people reach out to me sometimes. girls, guys. they tell me their stories, their struggles, their insecurities. sometimes it's about life, sometimes it's about games, sometimes it's something way deeper. and i've been thinking about it a lot lately.
i get messages pretty often from people who say something i said resonated with them, or that they liked a thought i shared, or that something i posted made them feel seen. it happens on twitter, discord, sonic circles, halo circles, doa circles. and sometimes those messages turn into conversations, and sometimes those conversations turn into something personal. people open up to me. they trust me. they tell me things they don't tell anyone else.
and i appreciate that. i really do. it means something when someone feels safe enough to talk to you like that. i don't like seeing people sad or lonely or hurting, so i always try to comfort people who trust me. but at the same time, it can get overwhelming. i have my own life, my own stuff i'm dealing with, and when you get a lot of messages, each one turning into a long conversation, something emotional, it gets tiring. not annoying, just... a lot. sometimes it feels like there's hardly any time left for myself at all.
and i know some people reach out hoping to build a friendship or talk more or get close, and i don't mind that, but i keep things short on purpose. not because you're bothering me. it's just hard to reply to everyone. it's exhausting trying to be present for so many people at once.
and i guess part of why i'm writing this is because... i never meant for any of this to happen. i was gone from the internet for over a decade. i left everything behind, went quiet, and when i came back in 2021, all i wanted to do was talk about games. i didn't plan on staying. twitter was just temporary, just me having fun, talking about games, and then disappearing again. i wasn't trying to make friends or build a community or get involved in anything. but somehow, over time, i ended up making connections. friendships happened. sonic things happened, my blog happened. i even ended up running a whole xbox 360 arcade revival thing. sometimes i regret it. sometimes i think maybe i should've stayed gone. maybe i shouldn't have come back at all. but i did, and everything that followed... just happened on its own.
i honestly don't know why people see something in me. why they want to tell me personal things. i'm just a random girl posting about games. but it's been like this for me for as long as i can remember. even back in the 2000s, on forums and chatrooms, people used to message me, tell me personal things, open up to me, want to connect with me. even the admins and owners did that. and somehow, i'd always end up getting pulled closer, getting promoted, becoming friends with the people who ran those spaces. i used to think it was random, but after all these years, i can't pretend it's nothing. i think people feel something in me. they see warmth or trust or familiarity, and it makes them want to share their stories with me. but it makes me feel bad sometimes, because i know i can't fully give back that closeness today. i can't give everyone the closeness they want. i can't be that person for everyone, even if i wish i could.
and i've noticed something. a lot of the girls who reach out to me are struggling with the same things as each other. a lot of them are girls from the sonic community. self-esteem stuff. insecurity stuff. comparing themselves to other girls online. feeling ugly. feeling worthless. feeling like they don't measure up.
i hear "i feel ugly" so often. "i feel like i'm not worth anything." but that's not true. you do have worth. everyone does. everyone carries something irreplaceable inside them. everyone has something special, even if they don't see it yet. women shape the world in a thousand quiet ways. they influence people without even trying. they leave gentle changes in the world without ever realizing it. so how could you ever believe you have no worth?
but if you keep comparing yourself to other girls, you're always going to feel like you're not enough. there will always be someone who seems prettier or more successful or more loved. that's just life. you can't build your identity around what other people have.
there was this girl in the sonic community who posted a video on twitter a while back, talking about how insecure she felt about her smile. she almost cried. but her smile wasn't really the problem. it was the way she felt about herself. she was so self-conscious that it affected the way she carried her face. it made her smile look a little forced. and when people supported her, she relaxed a bit, and her smile actually looked different. confidence changes everything.
i've seen girls say they feel ugly, and then they stop taking care of themselves. they stop trying to look pretty. they stop trying to feel pretty. and eventually that mindset starts showing on the outside. your thoughts shape your appearance more than you realize. if you stay in a negative place for too long, it reflects in your expression, your posture, your energy. it's hard to bounce back from that. life is too short to spend it hating yourself or worrying about what strangers think.
i can't tell you how many genuinely pretty girls i've watched fall into that same trap. they feel like they can't compete with the girls they see online, so they give up on trying to look good or be themselves. sometimes they even start losing interest in the things they love. i've seen girls give up drawing because they felt so depressed. i've seen it happen to girls from my school. i've seen it happen to girls online. sometimes i scroll through selfie channels in some of the anime discord servers i'm in, and i see girls who look so disheartened and so weighed down. they have this look in their eyes like they're almost giving up on life. you can see the lack of confidence in their whole demeanor. it makes my heart heavy. and i don't want that to happen to you.
that's why you have to stay close to the things you love. there's a space for almost every interest now, and you'll find people who care about the same things you do. if you love drawing, join art communities, discord servers, anything that keeps you connected to yourself. keep yourself busy with the things that matter to you. don't doomscroll through tiktok, insta, twitter. honestly, deleting those apps can help more than you think. the only one i'd even consider keeping is twitter, if you really need it.
and you have to take care of your physical health too. moving your body, exercising, staying active, keeping yourself fit, eating in a way that nourishes you changes everything. it helps your mood, your confidence, your energy. i've seen so many girls lose their beauty because they were hurting. they stopped caring for their bodies and it showed. i've seen girls from school and girls online who were naturally beautiful and feminine lose all of it because they were depressed and disconnected from themselves. it's heartbreaking. there's so much potential inside you. you have no idea how different you can look and feel when you start taking care of yourself. when you move your body, when you stay active, when you keep yourself fit, you don't just get your beauty back. you unlock a version of yourself you've never seen before. it's already inside you, it just needs you to show up for yourself.
and i get it. everyone loves attention. everyone loves compliments. you see girls online with thousands of guys liking their pics. but that attention means nothing. it has no value. those guys don't care about the girls they comment on. they only see women as something to consume. there's no respect, no heart, nothing real behind it. they're the same guys who celebrate when a girl's private pics get leaked. they rush to it the second they hear, just to satisfy themselves. they laugh about it. they share it around. they don't feel the weight of what that does to someone. they don't care about her dignity, her privacy, or her humanity. any decent guy would feel devastated seeing a girl's private pics passed around like that, out there for everyone to see. he'd feel it in his chest, the way he would if it happened to his own sister or girlfriend. he'd wish he could do something to stop it. but they feel nothing. they consume it and feel glad they got to see those pics.
they're vile people. they don't belong in our society. they cause real harm to girls. they poison every space they touch, and they make society and culture worse just by existing in it. that's not the kind of people you want attention from. you deserve better than that.
coming back to twitter has been eye‑opening. i've seen what girls go through, the kinds of things guys say to them, and how little respect there actually is for women. no woman can truly enjoy herself online and feel safe. if she's pretty, she gets reduced to her looks and sexually harassed. if she's average, she gets mocked. i've experienced it myself. some of the things that have been said to me were absolutely vile. so many of these guys talk in ways that are inappropriate and demeaning, like they don't see you as a real person at all. people who treat women like that deserve nothing but contempt. they disgust me.
there's also this strange hostility and jealousy toward women in online spaces now. some guys are so fragile and insecure that they feel threatened the moment a woman simply exists near them. you wouldn't believe how many of them hate me just because i'm me, just because i have my own opinions, just because i share art i love, just because i'm confident in who i am. i've been hit with smear campaigns, attacks, rumors and lies, insults, outright abuse, and even death threats, all because i exist in a way they don't like. these fragile little cowards can't stand seeing a woman be confident, successful, or visible near them online. their insecurity shows instantly.
back in the 2000s, guys were genuinely excited when they came across girls online. it felt special. guys and girls talked, made friends, shared stories, and became part of each other's lives. there was a genuine curiosity about one another that made the internet feel welcoming. now it feels different. now it's hostility and jealousy. not all guys are like that, there are still plenty of good ones, but a lot of them behave this way these days.
and it's not just men. i've seen the same hostility from women too. some women get incredibly hostile when another woman is prettier, more confident, or gets more attention than they do. i've been called a pick me, a bimbo, accused of using my body for attention, and blocked by women who supposedly agreed with me on most things. a lot of it happened when i defended men from being unfairly shamed. that's what made it so strange. we were on the same side. we held many of the same views. but none of that mattered. the jealousy always came first. it just shows that a lot of people don't actually believe the things they claim to believe. they care about status, attention, and being seen as one of the "good" people.
and honestly, culture has collapsed. it's nothing like the early 2000s anymore. everything feels different. the atmosphere is different. the internet isn't warm the way it used to be. people aren't as laid‑back anymore. even art is under attack now. everyone wants to censor things, police things, sanitize things. people act like any expression of female beauty is something shameful and something to be punished. it's annoying.
it's gotten to a point where you can't even talk about a woman's beauty without people throwing labels at you meant to mock you, humiliate you, and shame you. it makes creators scared to express themselves. scared of being judged. scared of being misunderstood. and that fear is hurting art. it's hurting culture. it's killing that bold, raw, unapologetic energy that used to define the 2000s.
censoring provocative art is never just about the art. it's never harmless, never "just removing a sexy outfit" or "just toning down an attractive woman." it's the first sign that people are starting to police creativity. when they censor provocative art, revealing outfits, confident women, bold femininity, it doesn't stop there. it spreads. it creeps into everything else. it turns into censoring beauty, expression, personality, identity. it starts affecting character design, fashion, storytelling, even the way women are allowed to exist in art. it's the beginning of a cultural rot, and every time you see people censoring bold, expressive feminine art, you can already see the rest of the damage forming behind it. it harms creativity. it harms beauty. it harms the soul of art.
and eventually it even harms real‑world relationships and the way girls learn to see their own femininity, because people start seeing femininity as something offensive or embarrassing, something that needs to be covered up or erased. and when that mindset spreads, women who express femininity get attacked, men who create or appreciate bold feminine art get shamed for it, and anyone who makes it gets treated like they're doing something wrong and punished for being honest about what they love.
don't let people convince you that drawing women in revealing outfits or drawing the female form, even with nudity, is somehow wrong, or that god would ever condemn you for it. it doesn't make you a bad person. it doesn't make you anything they try to call you. the female form is the most beautiful thing in existence. and i don't just mean the obvious parts, the face, the curves, the skin, the figure. i mean femininity as a whole. there's something uniquely beautiful about the feminine where even its most intimate and bodily aspects can become beautiful. a woman's sweat, tears, bodily fluids, the signs of arousal, the private realities of her body, things that might seem unpleasant in another context can become intimate, sensual, and beautiful when they're part of the feminine form. that's the mystery of femininity. there's an elegance and sensuality to the feminine that can make even what's private, messy, or bodily feel worthy of being depicted, respected, and loved. women carry life, sustain life, nourish life. women literally produce milk, a drink so pure and white it carries its own quiet, divine meaning. there's something so deeply beautiful about that. the feminine is inherently nourishing, vitalizing, abundant. she gives life, she gives nourishment, she gives warmth. god created the woman as the perfect embodiment of divine beauty, and that beauty was never meant to exist only on the surface. it runs through her entire being, through her very physical essence. that quality lives throughout her, present in more than just her milk. it's not confined to any one function of her body. there's something so sacred about the woman in her entirety; even her most intimate realities belong to that same purity, comfort, restoration, and healing. femininity doesn't just sustain life, it carries a sense of tenderness, relief, and renewal, something that can soothe and revitalize. that's why femininity feels so sacred and pure. the woman doesn't just represent nourishment and life, she's the source of both. her beauty isn't confined to the outside, it lives in every part of her, in the very essence of the feminine.
it's what makes provocative art so beautiful. there's something so natural about seeing a woman exploring her own sensuality, being playful, teasing, pleasing herself, being intimate with herself. the feminine has this gentleness and delicacy to it, like a flower that wants to be admired, touched, felt. it's the kind of beauty that fills you with admiration and brings your heart closer to god. there's something about seeing a woman in those intimate moments that feels like witnessing a glimpse of the divine.
that's why feminine beauty deserves to be celebrated, not shamed or erased. the feminine form is the complete embodiment of divine beauty, and celebrating it isn't wrong, but it should be done in a way that's not morally destructive to society. a lot of the pics here contain nudity because i wanted to emphasize the female form, since the body is the foundation of provocative art. i'm not saying everything needs to be explicit, that every woman needs to be naked, that everything belongs on billboards or in public spaces. that kind of imagery belongs in art spaces and creative communities made for it. but the teasing, expressive feminine art of the 2000s brought so much personality and color into culture, art that flirted with boundaries instead of crossing them. and celebrating fictional women made everything feel brighter and more alive. it always felt like a quiet reminder of the divine too. and personally, i love explicit art, but provocative art has a different kinda magic, the art that's playful and suggestive, that leaves room for imagination and feels more enticing, a little more cheeky, more fun. it captures the spirit of femininity, not just the body but the attitude, the beauty, the sweetness, and that's why it deserves to be celebrated, while still protecting innocence and keeping society from losing its sense of boundaries. the purpose of provocative art should always be to turn the heart toward what's sacred, keeping the memory of god close through beauty and holding reverence for the feminine form.
back in the 2000s, we used to share fanart in fandoms, talk character design, talk about proportions and silhouettes and how to improve them. we'd say things like "i think her boobs could be bigger" or "her butt would look nicer if it was more plump," and we'd talk about how certain aesthetics or outfits made those areas look more appealing. we'd even talk about intimate parts, and how the vibe of different styles or outfits changed the way those areas looked. it wasn't weird. it wasn't shameful. it was just part of creating. even when we were younger, the conversations were mature. people didn't throw around labels. no one tried to humiliate you for liking something or wanting to adjust a character's design.
and in those same circles, we shared our anime girl drawings and 3D renders on forums, chatrooms, deviantart. some were stylized, some were cute, some had nudity. and the responses were thoughtful. people talked about color, style, composition, personality. i met other girls who loved drawing provocative girls too. i grew up in art circles heavy with dead or alive fanart, anime girls, game babes, sapphic art. that was the world i learned in. those spaces had people our age, older teens, and early‑20s artists all hanging out together. there was this quiet respect for each other. people appreciated each other's work, and it created a space that felt open and genuine in a way i still miss.
and personally, i love provocative art. i really do. i always have. not just seeing it, but drawing it too. it's sexy and teasing, seductive and enticing, flirty and sassy, breathtaking and kissable, tasteful and cute, delicate and sweet, cheeky and fun, gentle and elegant, playful and sensual, tender and warm, naughty and innocent, spicy and bubbly, edgy and soft, cozy and nostalgic, aesthetic and beautiful. it has a flavor normal art doesn't have. it's the kinda art that brings a smile to your face. it makes culture feel alive.
i see provocative art the same way i see flowers. all the soft, cheeky, feminine pieces on my blog feel like i'm decorating my space with flowers. it makes my blog feel rosy and perfumed. that's what femininity feels like to me. it feels like delicate petals, tender and sweet and sensual, with this attitude, this little cheeky blush that gives femininity its allure and seductive edge. there's this warmth, this delicacy, this quietly healing energy, this fragrance i can almost smell. it feels gentle and alive, like something blooming. i think that's why sapphic art feels so beautiful to me. seeing women together is like seeing a whole bouquet instead of a single flower. that gathering of softness and color makes femininity and beauty bloom even brighter.
and the feeling it gives me is something i've carried with me for years. it takes me back to the early 2000s, when i was at my happiest. looking at it feels like an escape, like stepping into another world. the world i always wished was real, the hopeful one i used to dream about. something about the colors, the warmth, and the playfulness of anime and video game art makes me feel cozy and nostalgic when it's provocative in that cheeky, expressive, innocently‑erotic early‑2000s kinda way. it fills me with a kinda joy that's hard to describe. it makes me feel close to something divine, like i'm standing near god's light. it's weirdly comforting and peaceful.
femininity has its own language, something soft and intuitive that the people who attack it will never recognize or understand. i don't see provocative or erotic art as indecent or vile or any of those ugly words people throw around, even when it's explicit. to me, it feels like seeing the countenance of the divine in a form i've loved since childhood. it's art. it's expression. it's creativity. it's part of who we are. it's something pure. something sacred. it's a reflection of the divine. when i look at it, i see beauty in its purest form. i see softness, delicacy, and warmth. i see a kind of love that doesn't need to be explained. the feminine form has always felt like the ultimate symbol of god's beauty to me, something radiant and quietly sacred, like a flower blooming with a sweet fragrance. art like this feels nostalgic in a way i can't put it into words, like stepping into the glow of a world i used to dream about, a world that felt hopeful and bright and full of color. it fills me with peace, something close to god, close to hope, close to the tenderness i carry inside, close to the world itself. and i don't care whether anyone believes me or not, or whether anyone has a problem with me finding comfort in it. none of that matters. and you shouldn't feel ashamed for feeling that way either. creating beauty is never wrong. drawing it, celebrating it, enjoying it. that's part of who we are.
i've always loved art that flirts with the lines we're not supposed to cross. art with personality. art with attitude. art that isn't afraid to be expressive, enticing, playful, or daring. there's an energy in provocative art that regular art doesn't have. it's that boldness. it's that heat, that lust, that sexiness, that innocently‑erotic sweetness where something can feel wholesome and a little naughty. that little wink that says "i don't care what anyone thinks, i'm gonna be me." it's playful, teasing, and a little rebellious and i love that kinda energy so much. it makes life feel so much more fun and alive.
and honestly, sex, beauty, and attraction have always been part of character design, even if people don't want to admit it. they influence how we draw faces, how we shape silhouettes, how we choose colors, how we pose characters, even when we're not thinking about it. it's part of our creativity and storytelling and art. and when people make beauty or sex feel shameful, it kills art. it erases the energy that makes things bold. without that energy, lara croft wouldn't exist, dead or alive wouldn't exist, all those vibrant anime and game worlds full of confident, attractive women and men wouldn't exist, and the 2000s would've lost so much of its color.
because provocative art isn't just "sexy art." it's a whole cultural aesthetic, a whole mood, a whole feminine energy that shaped the 2000s. it's pure eye-candy, sugary nostalgic beauty you can almost taste. it can be soft and gentle, but also bratty, playful, hot, and full of that rebellious baddie vibe. that's what the 2000s were colored with. that baddie-babecore energy was everywhere, even in subtle ways, in character designs, in fashion, in early internet graphics, in the way people expressed themselves online. it was an entire era flavored by confidence, sweetness, rebellion, and beauty.
and the saddest part is how much damage these people have already done to art and culture. everything is being censored now. games, anime, dialogue. localizers rewrite things, soften things, erase anything feminine or provocative, anything that carries that bold, expressive feminine energy. they ignore the original artist's intent and turn it into something flatter, soulless. it's upsetting and annoying how much of our culture they've poisoned already, how much beauty they've erased because of their own insecurities and their discomfort with femininity.
and the thing people never realize is that this energy doesn't just belong to provocative art. it moves through normal art too, not just characters but even logos and designs and silhouettes. beauty and attraction flow into our work in quiet ways. our creativity is tied to our sexual energy, even if we're not aware of it. it's the same energy that made 2000s art so fun and flirty and expressive, even when it wasn't trying to be sexy at all.
femininity is the pinnacle of beauty. it's the highest point of aesthetic expression, the purest form of elegance. the female form isn't just something beauty sits on top of. it's where beauty learns what it means to exist. it gathers it, concentrates it, gives it shape. it's the most complete expression of softness, intuition, and divine creativity. the female form holds all of it. it perfects it. why should anyone be told to hide it, why should anyone be told not to celebrate it, why should anyone be shamed for expressing something that is the highest form of beauty to exist? i don't understand that way of thinking. i never will. and somehow, there are still people who look at all of this and choose to resent it.
and a lot of the hate toward femininity comes from people who don't like seeing you enjoy things they can't connect with because their own minds are ruined and twisted. beautiful women remind them of their own insecurities, so they resent them and the people who celebrate and appreciate them. they're bitter people who feel threatened at the sight of a beautiful, confident woman. that's what makes these people so vile and repulsive. they call you a gooner or porn‑brained for appreciating femininity, but all they're doing is exposing themselves. they can't look at a woman with pure thoughts, and they can't control their impulses either. their minds are depraved and perverted, and they project that onto everyone around them. the idea that someone might simply admire women, beauty, elegance, grace, or the feminine in art doesn't even occur to them.
and when they look at the art on my blog and my socials, they turn their own thoughts into something ugly and then blame the art for it. they call it obscene, pornographic, degenerate, or whatever dramatic word they think will make you feel small, wrong, and embarrassed, because their minds are too twisted to see femininity the way i do, the way we do. they can't see it with warmth or innocence or reverence. they don't understand beauty as something divine or expressive or sacred. to people like that, a woman isn't something to admire, cherish, or appreciate. she exists only to serve biological functions. they can't comprehend anything more meaningful than that. and because that's how they see women, they assume everyone else does too.
one of the reasons provocative art feels so enjoyable is that it lives between innocence and naughtiness, sweetness and temptation. that tension is what makes it exciting. temptation feels strongest when there's something to resist. rebellion feels alive when there are boundaries to push against. people are drawn to things that feel a little mischievous, a little forbidden, a little rebellious. there's something about being good and still having that small urge to play with the rules, to flirt with the boundary, to get close to it without crossing it. that's what makes it fun. innocence makes naughtiness feel naughtier, restraint makes indulgence feel sweeter, and having boundaries gives people something to play with. it's not the same as being reckless or giving in to every impulse. if anything, the contrast is what makes pleasure feel alive. when everything is constantly available and nothing has to be resisted, things lose their sparkle. but when people have discipline, when they know how to hold themselves back, when they aren't constantly satisfying every impulse the second it appears, they allow themselves to feel anticipation, curiosity, temptation, and that little thrill of "i shouldn't... but that tiny rebellion is what makes it fun." that's why provocative art has so much energy. it's beauty and sexuality, infused with that teasing tension.
honestly, that's true everywhere in life. people think discipline makes life less enjoyable, but the opposite is true. being a good person, having moral character, self‑control, and standards, makes every pleasure feel even more pleasurable. restraint gives desire its shape. anticipation makes indulgence feel special. without those things, joy loses its flavor.
that's why provocative art has a place in culture. temptation isn't the enemy. beauty isn't the enemy. femininity isn't the enemy. the problem has never been the art. it's the character of the people engaging with it. if someone is raised well, taught discipline, respect, self-control, and good character, then even a culture full of provocative art can be healthy, expressive, fun, and vibrant. the early 2000s proved that. people weren't perfect back then, but they still had standards, they still had discipline, and they still had a stronger sense of character than what we see today. even with all the flaws of that era, people could enjoy beauty without turning it into something impure. there's hardly a man left who can look at a beautiful woman without instantly seeing her as something to lust after, something to consume for his own gratification, instead of simply admiring her beauty with any purity of heart. so much of the provocative art in the 2000s came from a real appreciation for feminine beauty. people, especially girls, created out of admiration, sincerity, and a genuine love for a woman's elegance and grace. it felt playful, expressive, sweet, full of personality, full of life. today it feels different. so much of it is made with the wrong intentions, without sincerity, focused on shock and gratification instead of honoring femininity as something divine. society has lost its sense of purity and goodness. and now, with AI everywhere, the decline feels even faster. people are generating endless content with no real appreciation for beauty, just raw appetite. every day i see things that are empty, degrading, and outright degenerate, and some of it so disgusting and vile, i don't even know what to say anymore. it disappoints me. i'm tired of what society has become. purity of heart feels gone, decency feels gone, and respect for women barely exists. so much art now is created only to satisfy base impulses, not to honor anything meaningful. that sense of innocence we used to have has faded, and i miss it.
the people who try to shame you, call you a gooner or porn‑brained, claim god hates feminine art, or say it should be shunned, are just describing themselves. the issue was never the art itself. it was always the character of the person engaging with it. they look at beauty and see nothing but a distortion of sex because that's all their minds are capable of seeing. they have no real understanding of femininity, pleasure, novelty, or the curious, exploratory side of desire. they're the same kind of people who'd look at something as innocent as a vibrator, a butt plug, or a straight dildo and instantly call it obscene or degenerate, completely missing the innocence, curiosity, playfulness, and intimacy behind it. they're blind to femininity, elegance, and divine beauty unless they can twist them into something perverse. they see everything through perversion because they're the ones who are disconnected from god, not us.
after all the time i've spent on twitter, i noticed something as soon as i started posting feminine art. nothing enrages the pro‑censorship crowd more than an attractive woman. and it's not just the purists either. it's also the people who are openly pro‑sex, into every kind of sexual indulgence, who champion queer sexuality, who support entire industries built around sexual expression. they celebrate all of that, but the moment art involves an attractive woman, femininity, even when it's lesbian art, or anything that caters to straight men, suddenly they have a problem. they lash out. you can argue with them about anything and they'll feed off it, because they love conflict, but as soon as you share feminine art or show a beautiful woman, they snap. it's this sudden, bitter anger that comes out of nowhere. and that's one of the reasons i share so much provocative art, not just because i love it, but because it makes those people mad. and sometimes i write things a little erotic or sensual too, especially when i'm posting female characters. it brings out this sudden anger in them and shows their real intentions, that femininity and beauty are their real targets. they want it erased, because they feel threatened by it.
and then there's the other side of the internet. the people who are so consumed by sex that they stop seeing women as people. i've watched how some of them talk in 3D nsfw communities and other nsfw spaces. the way they talk about real women. the way they pass around their explicit pictures and videos and laugh at them. the way they make disgusting comments about what they want to do to them. they react with laughing emojis and memes like a woman's humiliation is entertainment. it infuriates me. and it enrages me that people like that even get to cast their eyes on women, that they get access to something they never deserved to witness. and i don't care whether a woman chose to make sexual content or was pressured or programmed into it. her dignity doesn't disappear because a video exists. it doesn't give anyone permission to treat her like an object. nobody has the right to speak about a woman like they possess her. there's something about that attitude that feels almost like playing god. deciding what a woman is worth. deciding what can be done with her image. deciding how she should be spoken about. and deciding whether her dignity even matters. they act like seeing her body gives them ownership over her. it fills me with a kind of fury i don't even have words for. i can't tell you what it makes me want to do to someone when i see them talking about women like that. the willingness to turn a human being into an object of ridicule and humiliation unleashes a fury in me that feels like nothing i've ever felt before.
the stupidity and immaturity isn't just on the pro‑censorship side either. it's everywhere. some of the anti‑censorship people behave in ways that make everything worse. i've seen guys react to women, real or fictional, with this shameless, exaggerated lust, acting as though they're drooling or losing control of themselves. it's repulsive. and then there are the degrading things they say. women see it and feel creeped out, because there's no respect in it, no dignity in it, no emotional intelligence, no real appreciation for femininity. it's just impulse, and it's below the dignity of a man to behave that way. and guys like these are another reason why innocent men and women get shamed or called "gooners" for enjoying feminine art because people associate all of us with the worst, most immature behavior they see online.
and then there's another kind of immaturity entirely. the kind that hides behind fake standards and hollow judgments. i've seen guys look at genuinely beautiful women, real or fictional, and call them ugly just because she isn't their personal type. i've had guys react in this braindead way to sapphic art i posted of doa girls playfully kissing each other's feet, calling it "disgusting," "gross," or "fetish" like they genuinely don't have the mental capacity to understand femininity at all.
it told me everything i needed to know about how stupid, shallow, and emotionally unintelligent people have become. they don't understand beauty or femininity. they're only able to see women and femininity in two ways. if something excites them, they treat it like sex. if it doesn't, they call it ugly. there's no appreciation for art or aesthetics. no understanding of a woman's elegance and grace. anything that doesn't personally arouse them is treated like it's stupid and means nothing.
sometimes, i posted things on twitter just to see what reactions i'd get. i wanted to see how the mindset has changed since the 2000s, and the quickest way to understand people now is sharing graceful, elegant, feminine art of beautiful women, their feet, or their armpits. some people react with shock and disgust, and there's a stupidity and ugliness behind it, as if it's gross and somehow wrong. those three forms of feminine art reveal everything about how people think today. you can instantly tell who's normal and who's become so twisted they've lost touch with something we're meant to feel. something that makes us, us.
and all of this is exactly why culture means everything to me. it's not something ordinary we just see happening around us. it's something alive, something that brings people together, that shapes our lives and makes us who we are. it's not just something i see. i feel it inside me, like something i can touch. something real, something with the power to change the world if we nurture it the right way.
that's why artistic freedom matters so much to me. it's the thing that creates the worlds we fall in love with. the stories and characters that pull people together, that spark friendships and communities and joy. i hate watching people try to police creators or tell them what they're allowed to make. it's annoying seeing art get watered down until nothing bold or alive is left. and i'm not only talking about provocative art. even ordinary art of pretty women is getting watered down or censored now.
a lot of the girls and guys who read my posts didn't experience the 2000s, so they never saw how free everything used to feel, how easy it was to make things or talk about things without feeling judged. and that's what upsets me about the way things feel now. i worry it'll make people think that bold or sexy character designs are inappropriate, that provocative art is wrong, that it somehow makes you a gooner or porn‑brained or whatever nonsense people say now. i worry they'll be influenced by all these twisted ideas before they ever get the chance to feel what real creativity is like.
that's kinda why i sometimes shift my tone online, though a lot of it is just natural too. sometimes i'm bratty, sometimes i'm soft and nostalgic, sometimes i'm brutally direct, sometimes i talk like i'm still a teenage girl ranting online. people understand things differently, and different voices touch people differently. so i speak differently. i just try to reach as many hearts and minds as i can before the wrong people do.
but i'm not doing that on twitter anymore. i don't have the time or the energy for that space. i only wanted to be involved in the culture war for a little while. that's why i mostly just share art now. i'd rather write things here on my blog, where it feels like home. it's my headspace, everything i talk about and all the art i share is just me. and if only a few people ever read it, that's okay. writing here feels good. it feels calm. it makes me feel like i'm back in the 2000s blogging again like the girl i used to be. and honestly... i do it for myself anyway, because sexiness, playfulness, and rebellion have always meant everything to me.
i don't know. this ended up being way longer than i expected. i just wanted to write something meaningful for the people who reach out to me, something that shows why i might be slow or quiet sometimes. but the more i wrote, the more i realized how many of us end up talking about the same things. games, anime, art, censorship, the way femininity gets attacked, the way attractive women get treated like their existence is a problem. it made me think about how different everything feels now and how awful society and culture have become, so i thought i might as well talk about it here, where it feels calmer.
and i want you to know it's not that i don't want to talk. it's not that anyone bothers me. it's just that my own life is heavy right now, and this is the hardest time i've ever been through. and it hurts because i wanted to get back into drawing too. i wanted to create my own oc. there's this stunning girl i see in my head, a total baddie, but i don't even have time for her and it annoys me. it's hard to be present for everyone when i'm already carrying so much. but i still care.
and i want you to feel good about yourself. i want you to feel beautiful. i want you to feel like you matter. because you do.
~hailey
