It's a little sad to see, that when I logged onto my old account- It was flooded with trolls and hate.
Honestly, they don't phase me- It's the other deviants I'm worried about.
I remember starting out many years ago: Soft, vulnerable and wanting nothing but a little recognition for my work (as primative as it was).
My naïvety and trusting tendancies usually brought around people I enjoyed the company of.
Other artists who had felt the sometimes suffocating struggle of sputtering around in a crowded room. Ones who knew what it was like to be, well, new.
I also remember reading the first cruel thing ever said to me on here.
Another deviant ripped me a new one for "faving" one of his pieces. He felt I was just doing it to get attention for my "sparkledogs".
He was quite thorough in telling me how a little, sniveling brat like myself, should really leave art for "Grown ups".
The internal pain had seized me. Back then, his wounding words tore at my sensitive being.
Looking back, I'm concerned. Not for myself, but for all the tender new artists on here.
Individuals sharing the expressions of their soul.
Regardless of how you wish to label, I sincerely believe no art should be censored.
One of the many reasons I have so many favorites is because I view it as silently promoting my fellow workers.
If you have some snuffed up issue with this, feel free to tell me and I'll make a note not to add you.
...but for fuck's sake, a little compassion would be nice.