baseball777

... Well, here it goes... It's about time I let you all know the full truth. I've been posing as a Christian for a couple years, and I must admit that I've been far less than honest about something else: my age. I... I don't know how to say this. I, Markus Dobson, am not who I appear to be. You may have noticed that I am a bit less mature than the average 26-year-old. That, is because I am not actually 26, like my profile states. In all reality, my biological age is 25. Wow. That really got a lot off my chest. It feels good to be honest. Really good. I hope you'll all forgive me for fibbing like that. It's clear skies from here on out! Make

    I'd like to start off with saying, that I am very uneager and hesitant to announce this to all of you deviantartists, but... I'd like to announce that I am not in fact Christian, nor Catholic. No. I am agnostic. THERE. I SAID it. I  am SICK of the way I've been treated as an agnostic. Ever since I came out of the closet, I've been treated... well, I've been treated unjustly, to be honest. And when I say "the closet" I mean the agnostic closet. It was difficult coming to terms with my agnosticism, let alone what other people may think of it. I do admit that I've had more than savory thoughts of other guys, but I won't bring that up here, b

All right. This has been making me very cross lately, and it's something I have wondered all my twenty-one years of life: Why are there no lower-case numbers? Letters get all the pizzazz. They get to be big, small, bold, italicized, underlined, so many things. They remind me of Barbie, who can be whatever she god damn wants. And you know what? I say boo to people who shit on Barbie, saying she's a bad role model. Oh my fucking god. She teaches kids that they can be whatever they want, to pursue their dreams. That you're not stupid because you're pretty, you're smart and can have a wicked cool occupation instead of being a polecat. You know wh