I stopped making art for a decade for trauma reasons and picked it up again this year after making some amazing new friends. I never realized how shit my old friends are until I started spending less time with them to rediscover my passion. They don't support me. They're disappointed. I don't know if I knew all along and decided having people in my life was more important than the quality, or if my new friends have made me realize how low the bar was. ... I realize I was never actually an extrovert, I was just really lonely.
I would like to be a male figure model for a female artist, or maybe even a whole class. I would probably become aroused and erect.
I did that once and was semi-hard for the first ten minutes, calmed down, but went fully hard when a milf student artist’s skirt rode up her thighs and I couldnt help but keep glancing.