Jailed Women

Red Shoes

Joel Wideman — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 14:33:54 +0000

Farewell to the Master

Joel Wideman — Sat, 07 Jun 2008 11:19:02 +0000

Carrie

Joel Wideman — Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:04:12 +0000

It’s time for something new, so here’s my new original character. I’ve been experimenting with the advanced shader features of Poser 7, and this is the result.

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The good, the bad, and the fucking ugly

Joel Wideman — Thu, 22 May 2008 17:19:06 +0000

First, I just received my royalty check for A Demon In Bed and I am fucking astounded. I’m not sure how many copies sold yet, but I know how much money I’ve made, and it’s a lot more than I fucking expected. Holy shit! I really have to thank you, my readers and - dare I say? - fans.

Second… Dear Cocksucking Cowardly Canadian Who Thinks He’s Anonymous When Insulting Strangers On The Internet Via Their Blogs But Doesn’t Understand Things Like IP Numbers. Was that the best insult you could come up with? “ur ugly”? There’s so much better. For example: You must be the only teenager in third grade. Don’t get mad at me because your mother’s a whore. Try again when you have a set of balls.

Finally, 20 years ago, on May 20th, I woke up. In more than one sense, that is. It was my 18th birthday, and I finally understood that “The Truth” was a lie. For the uninformed, I was one of Jehovah’s Witnesses. I had believed, for a number of years, that The End Was Coming. Not only was IT near, but it was so fucking near that my future as an adult was Paradise. Not anything so mundane as having a job to support yourself. Fuck no, it was Paradise. So nearly my whole childhood was spent, not thinking what I’d be when I grew up, but wondering whether or not God would let me in despite not being able to memorize the order of the books of the bible. Sounds fucked up, huh? IT WAS.

Currently, everyone is protesting Scientology. AS WELL THEY SHOULD. It is an evil organization bent on duping vulnerable and gullible idiots out of their money and sanity. However, let’s not forget they aren’t the only nutjobs. Mormons, JWs, Scientologists, Moonies, etc. - they are all batshit fucking crazy. Not because of all their silly rules against drinking coffee or getting blood transfusions, but because they are holding minds hostage. It took me NEARLY 20 years to let go of my JW beliefs. I had to take on each belief in turn and attack it in order to move on. Some may say I went too far, I say I may have further to go. But this much I know - every year, I get more of myself back.

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Touch

Joel Wideman — Sun, 20 Apr 2008 21:10:35 +0000

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Collared

Joel Wideman — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 21:10:35 +0000

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Here’s a late entry in the gallery

Joel Wideman — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:57:01 +0000

Bit of trivia: the weapon is modeled after the ones in the original Buck Rogers serials, which were retold in Amazing Stories magazine, and the story this cover illustrates is a reprint from Amazing Stories! How’s that for full circle, huh?

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Let’s get back to something less upsetting

Joel Wideman — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 14:47:05 +0000

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Friendship

Joel Wideman — Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:47:38 +0000

When I was little, my father said to me “You don’t know what a friend is, Joel.” But he never bothered to tell me. I had to figure out friendship on my own. I have my own standard, and it is one I hold myself up to. It is, I admit, a very high standard. I have very few friends, but they are the best.

My wife is one. We have a togetherness of which others would be jealous. We each have our selfish moments, but we can forgive each other. We comfort each other when things are rough. I am truly blessed to have her both as a wife and as a friend.

My only other friend is a man I met in the Navy. He’s my hero, seriously. He was in Afghanistan quite recently, doing what such men do best. I know, without a moment’s hesitation, he would take a bullet for me. Likewise, I’ve been loyal to him throughout his lowest moments. He has a code of honor that is often out of place in today’s world, and as such has caused him some trouble. But, rather than abandon him for it, I respect him. Not in spite of it, but because of it. I’m honored to count him as a friend, and my wife and I consider him family.
Until recently, I had another friend. A friendship built on trust and camaraderie. I spent a lot of effort on this relationship. I comforted this person every time they caused themselves heartache, while gently trying to push them in a less painful direction. I listened to their rants - often at times inconvenient to me - about pointless bullshit, and bit my tongue when they wouldn’t do the same for me. I attempted to learn from them, as they were eager to teach, despite the feeling that much of the lesson is irrelevant. In turn, I attempted to impart my knowledge on them as well, but they resisted. But even so, I put up with it. I am willing to put more in than I get out. But then, recently, this “friend” asked me to do something for them and I was eager to help, but they were vague on details and - unsurprisingly - I made a mistake. Granted, a big one, and I’ve felt bad about it ever since, but they refused to shut the fuck up about it or accept any share of the blame themselves. To make matters worse, they took an old mistake that THEY had made and threw it in my face as if it was MY fault. Eventually, I had had enough, and told them so. Now, a real friend would say “Okay, I’m sorry for being so hard on you. Let’s try to move on.” Fuck, a real friend would say “It’s my fault and I’m being an ass.” But no, they said “Forget it.” and cut me from the project. After all that I’ve invested in the project, you cut me? And to be your friend, I have to put up with constant reminders of “my” mistake?