Spurned by the very society that begat me
Enveloped within a treacherous sea of anguish and despair
I wander this world in sorrow without path or purpose.


In this unique entry I have chosen to briefly introduce myself and explore what, if any, contribution I offer this community.

Logically, it stands that I should first expose and examine a few details of self. So, who am I? Well in the simplest of terms I am a twenty sever year old male homo sapien infected with the Human Immunodeficiency Virus --Not to mention a few other incurable little critters that make my life, shall we say, interesting-- who has sex with other male homo sapiens: struggling to bend the world to my twisted ideals.

I have a general disgust for humanity as a whole and and I do not enjoy the company of others. I suffer from Major Depressive Disorder and battle with varied manifestations of Social Anxiety Disorder. As such, I am unbelievably uncomfortable in large groups and socially awkward situations and severely challenged in most social interactions. Now, to my surprise and sick amusement this debility is not all encompassing. For example, while I suck in just about every aspect of maintaining an intimate relationship there is a general consensus that I rock in bed.

Having said that I'm sure everyone has now come to the conclusion that I am an egotistical pervert and should be able to establish myself as a successful pariah on any social networking site or on-line community. Well you're wrong, at least in part, and that is what you monkeys get for jumping to conclusions.

As central as they may be to my life: I don't like computers. I see them as little more than dysfunctional, poorly designed tools with a penchant for complicating tasks that I had once deemed simple. More importantly I detest what the web has evolved into. Blogs, social networking sites, on-line communities, folksonomies, and wiki persist as a testament to everything wrong with the web. Further insult arises from the gall of current self-righteous developers and publishers to award the designation of 'Web 2.0' to this disgusting trend without an ounce of technological merit.

I realize such an idea is rather foreign to most so please allow me to explain. There has been a computer and a video game console in my home since I could relieve myself while standing up. As such, you can bet back when the web first crawled out of its mother's snach I was there to smack the hideous newborn on its ass. I of course wanted to play wit this new toy just like everyone else. I immediately started tracking down on-line references and books on HTML in an effort to make my own magical website and join in on the so called 'fun.' One of the first things I learned , a sacred tenant if you will, appearing over and over again, was that the web was a place to share ideas and information. However, it was not acceptable to populate this new medium with trivial fluff. Users were strongly urged to build unique sites dedicated to specific interests: providing accurate, useful information with the intent of educating or enriching others. The budding HTML enthusiast was strongly discouraged form creating a personal web site with pointless facts about them, the corns on their toes, and their cat tripod.

With that background in mind it shouldn't be a stretch understand why someone might think the way I do; however, just so everyone is on the same page please allow me to extinguish any trace of ambiguity. In short: I don't care that you and your friends went out to a bar last night, I don't care to read about your misadventures and how you struck out trying to hit on some hottie, No, I don't want to see any fucking pictures! Really, I'm fucking tired of your self centred, narcissistic, 'look at me' behaviour and if you wanted to be taken serous as a community you should have never taken the “We” out of weblog. Furthermore, the increasing, compulsive popularity of these services and devices that provide unlimited access to them have begun to distort our relationships with family, friends, and colleagues in a similar manner to drug and alcohol addiction.

*Takes a deep breath* Whee! That was fun. I got to be all agro and scary and type bad words that will probably be censored. (Boo! No censor, it bad.) At any rate, after all that one might wonder what interest I could possibly have in Deviant Art. Well the astute may have already made the connection. While this site may employ the more recent community design trends it still holds true to the more archaic tenants that once governed the web. (If understanding that statement proves difficult I think it would be benefit us both if you quickly pointed your browser elsewhere.)

So, what is it that I bring to Deviant Art? What do I do? In a very real sense there are a great deal of activities I participate in that are often considered 'creative.' From the weaving of beaded fabrics and counted cross stitch to programming, graphic design, and web architecture to drawing, painting and writing. Now, as to how many, if any, of these endeavours will be included here I can not say.

What I can guarantee is that all my submissions will be governed by a few simple tenants: The first is simply that it fit within the definition of art as I understand it, the second is that it deal with subject matter familiar to me, and the third is that it stand as a completed work and an accurate representation of my individual style and the idea/image I had originally imagined. Obviously the later two will have the most pronounced effect on the frequency, type, and quality of the work I choose to submit.

In all honestly my most common contributions will be works of literary art and an occasional journal entry. All other works will appear scarcely and with great infrequency; at least for the time being. So far as journal entries are concerned I'd like to explain my intent in order avoid confusion.

Canonically a journal is defined as a daily record of occurrences, experiences or observations that has traditionally been kept private and I remain of the option that its confidentiality continue to be maintained. In truth I have never had use for such a record; however, years ago, at the behest of one of my instructors, I began to keep a “writer's journal.” Entries in this anthology are not bound by topic or length: the only stipulation being that they remain frequent. While I do strive to write often I will not make frequent posts to my DA journal; however, should I compose something I feel is worth sharing I will offer it here verbatim. This introduction and the FAQ exist as the only deviation.

That, ladies and gentlemen, concludes this rather untidy introduction. Good night.

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If for some reason you have a problem with me, well then you have a problem. If for some reason you see fit to make trouble or start some kind of flame war I'd like to offer a pre-emptive reply. Bite me! Right there. *What with the pointing to the crotch.* Just don't come whining to me if you catch something you don't want or you chip your teeth on the PA.