WELL, this is a first! Someone is attempting to impersonate me on discord- presumably to try to scam people out of art? Some of my previous clients reached out to me thankfully. My discord handle is and will always be soxthegob. Please be aware of this and absolutely do not buy art from anyone asking for commissions- even 'me'. Don't click any links they send you. I only ever take commissions on my official Vgen.
Also I see a lot of people talking about what to do if their assets are from the banned broker. Personally, I think it's OK to still use. The art is made, the money is paid, and I think as long as people are straight-forward about the credit, then more damage can't be done. But I would love to hear other people's opinions.
I actually have a model from a now-banned broker on Vgen. It's not my model for streaming, but I had paid for the model ($300) without rigging so that I could give it away for free as part of a rigging tutorial. Students could watch my Youtube series on how to rig and rig the model alongside me. I can definitely tell that the quality is not equal to some other models that I've rigged but I've edited it enough to be reasonably riggable, and I also was going to include in my tutorial HOW to fix common PSD mistakes.
Should I continue making the tutorial with the broker model? Especially since I'm going to be giving it away and using it as an example. I'd love to hear people's opinions.
Man I really want to commission more art/mods now that the broker purge has occurred but I’m too broke!
FYI my partner is out of town for the next two weeks, so I have my apartment to myself again. Let’s fuck!
It’s hilarious to me that you can stream Clive Barker’s Hellraiser on Twitch with all the sex and tits. But your account would get nuked on Fansly cause of all the blood and torture
New Sox Rule: Do not let me fall asleep after sex. Slap me awake please. Bad stuff happens to sleepy Sox.
I had an eating disorder for years. It was horrible. I hated myself so fucking much. I would starve myself all day and convince myself I could have just a tiny meal before bed. Food was all I thought about. Every step, I could feel my empty stomach jiggle. I would pace around grocery stores and stare at foods I couldn’t let myself buy.
And eventually, inevitably, I would fail. Like clockwork every few days, I would cave and binge. I would eat the most indulgent foods until my stomach was distended, and I was in agony— not just physically but also mentally. I was disgusting. I was a failure. I didn’t deserve to be seen by other humans because I failed.
There was nothing wrong with my body. There was nothing wrong with my hunger. It was the iron grip of shame that warped my normal, animal desire for sustenance into something like a monster.
Ironically, I eat about the same number of calories right now. Literally the exact same number goal. But this time, I’m not trying to starve myself. I look forward to my meals, and I plan for them to wholly nurture me. And I don’t binge. I don’t hurt myself. Once I shrugged off the shackles of my shame, I could treat my natural hunger instead of turning it into a demon.
Ok now this but porn addiction.
Was talking with my dad about Halloween plans. Talked about how last year I went to a cool house that had a cozy basement that’s basically like a giant conversation pit. He asks, “What- were they tying people up down there?” I laugh and say no…trying not blurt out that I was forced into a pillory with my ankles by my head. WTH how does he know???
I’ve also had two different people tell me that they’re not normally sadistic but something about me makes them want to hurt me. Like that’s not a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.
Istg I don’t try to get laid at parties. There’s just something about me that makes people want to drag me off somewhere and use me
Thought I was doing super well getting over my crush but just had the longest dream about tbem, boooooo
My dog is ridiculously smart, and I can feel his frustration at the chasm of communication. When he wants something, he will slap me with his paw for my attention, and then when I don’t understand he’ll start huffing and puffing. It’s so sad knowing that he has so much he wants to communicate
Idk why my brain seems to ruminate over men that are unavailable and uninterested. Why? Is it a joke of the universe? Karma? Coincidence? Or maybe the lack of interest and therefore the inability to lead to a more defined relationship feels safe to my brain?
I think a lot of people who are scared of kink don’t realize how much theater kid energy it often permeates




