The 'politics' of giving your OC awayWhat happened today was _Landmark_.
This was the first time I ever gave away one of my OC's or my intellectual property rights to any"thing". Before today, I didn't even realize I had anyone anyone else would want.
Everything started cause this guy kept inquiring about Desiree (well at first he asked about my DA group but we started talking about Des cause I thought that's what he meant, so the subject turned to Des) and soon he asked for permission to make a derrivative concept (or something similar).
Here, I'm scared about my culture not living on. True I think one of the most important things of all to me is having people know the story of how I was shafted 5 years ago by my own people (cause people need to know!), but that's not the full story of who I am (That's just some story that ECLIPSED my real story). I made _many_ fictional characters over the Last 40 years (mostly they were written about and not drawn). I also loved lots of other people's creations. This "culture" is
Johnny Dollar, freelance insurance investigator.Johnny Dollar (Narration): "I was at my office at 1500 Elizabeth Avenue in Hartford Connecticut. It was then when I received a phone call from Philadelphia Pennsylvania... This began The Rosetta Johnson Matter"
Johnny (Narration): "Expense account item #1: $300 flight to Philadephia"
Johnny (Narration): "Rosetta was insured for $14,000. She was a home robot. The Latest model in her day. A robot so expensive she should have had a steering wheel"
Johnny (Narration): "Reportedly Rosetta malfunctioned, slammed into the wall of a balcony, went over and was totalled. From the getgo it sounded fishy."
Johnny (Narration): "I went to 1880 Prospect Street and decided to start my investigation with Chris Johnson: The man who saw Rosetta die."
Chris: "Here. I will show the remains of Rosetta if you would like. She definitely fell from the balcony. Another witness saw this. She has been out of warantee for some time. This is why my brother had her insured"
Johnny: "Can I get the witnes
How The Normals See MeThe most obvious thing is that the biggest problem in my life is not their fight.
It's not their problem. It's the objectum-sexuals' problem, and how much they care about the object-sexuals is very very limited.
When they look at me, all they see is a guy who is going on and on about the same problem.
I go on and on about it because it hasn't been solved yet. It's really painful and nobody seems to see that.
Only having Katherine to talk to was not a solution.
So the normals see this and they move on... I come on to these social networking websites and "goal one" is to find my own people. But when all I find is "anthros" and people who PLATONICALLY like machines I eventually get fed up with my situation and my hunt. So that's when trying to tell my story instead of merely friendily looking for my own kind starts (cause I did not find them!), and I have no interest in no longer telling it until 1) I'm either dead, or 2) it's solved. Cause it's painful