As we enter the new decade, all my old art has been put in storage and made private.
I don't want it out in the open, but I can't bear myself to delete it. It's a lot of memories.
I was ten. I was ten and drew fetish art. Broke rules. Laws. Because I was too stupid to understand what this all meant to other people. To me, it was innocent. It was just fun to draw. To others, less so. Maybe you didn't find it hot, or sexy, or whatever, but the underlying implications were still there. But that's not the point here.
The world isn't as kind as I had thought when I made that stuff. People will tear you apart for embarrassing mistakes, for any reason, really, and, in a way, this was one of them.
It's not that I'm being bullied now, or ever was, but I'm afraid of being bullied in the future. Being thrust into the spotlight like a star and promptly dissected like a frog in a sixth grade science class. "She's a freak, she's this, she's that." It's my worst nightmare.
This is just another possible source of ridicule. Even if it was plain childhood naivety.
I will continue drawing, but I won't be drawing this. I've long moved on and lost interest.
I thank all of you for the memories we've made. I apologize for the mistakes I've made. And I apologize for this nonsensical rant.
If I ever drew you something and you'd like to keep a copy of it, note me and I'll send you a file. Yes, even if you see this journal five years later. Any other concerns, please let me know. My new account, advice, whatever.
I really do miss you all.
Shiny Mew Girl signing off, for now.