Compliance

What you are looking at is art.

I know it is art because I created it.

It took a long time in my life for me to be able to say, proudly and without feeling pretentious, that I am an artist. These days I not only feel like an artist; I know I am an artist. I have only to look at my work to know this. I have only to listen to the compliments from people to know this. Most of all, though I know this because it is a part of me. It is who I am.

In the last month (give or take a week or two more than the four it takes to make up a month), I learned what it is to be an artist who is censored - something I always wondered about.

I accept full responsibility.

I am accountable.

I posed for some nudes. I was proud of them; proud of the way I looked in them. I wanted to show them off so I posted them on Facebook AFTER cropping all of them above my junk (do you know what I'm talking about?). This wasn't good enough. Someone complained and I was kicked off Facebook for indecency.

I am responsible.

Facebook has rules. Play by the rules. It's their playground.

Once I was reactivate by the kind people at Facebook, I determined to not put up my sexy ass photos again.


I just didn't think my own artistry was offensive.

I had a photo album of pics I have done of the human body. Nothing dirty; just the beauty of the human body. These photos went for a long time without any concern. That's them, by the way. The ones you have been looking at of the boys who look like a statue by Michelangelo -- that's them. They have been on my Facebook profile for over a year, with no complaint.

Then I decided to add some photos I did -- photos of which I am extremely proud.

But.... and this is a big but...

They are photos of a gay couple.

And the gay couple is naked.

Are they fornicating?

No.

Are they performing acts of felatio on one another?

No.

Are they tongue kissing each other?

No.

They are in love and they are wrapped in one another's embrace.

Naked.

Nude.

We'll say nude. Nakes have staples.

Well - the photos pushed someone's button and someone's envelope; I was kicked off Facebook.

I don't like being off Facebook. I LOVE Facebook. It connects me to my peeps... my friends, my family, my fans. I don't EVER want to be kicked off Facebook again.

So I went into my Facebook albums and removed every single photo that I thought MIGHT get me kicked off Facebook again. I might even remove more, later today. In the meantime, here, in this story, you may see the racy, controversial photos that I had to remove to keep me online.

And I would (and will) remove more -- as long is it keeps me online.

Life without Facebook was very rough on me for the last week. NOBODY communicates any other way! I felt invisible.

So, in order to keep from being invisible, I killed my children - and quickly.

Thank heaven for Blogger, where art is allowed to live and breathe.