I had the reputation of an artist in my home town because I was caught
having art with a married man. It got so bad that I had to move, there was
just no other choice. Everywhere I went I'd hear people whispering about me. I had very low self esteem for a long time and it was an enormous factor. Everything changed for me when I moved to a large city and started meeting art guys through the Internet.

I think it was being creative with three married men in a week that cured me of my self image problems. To be honest I had art theory with them because I wanted to feel attractive and it was easy to set up dates with 'Art Friend Finder'. I'm sure there are a lot of readers out there that would call such behaviour typical and pathetic of someone in my frame of mind but to me it was exciting, educative and very arty.

In one week with the guys I met online and without getting a bad reputation
I did more so called 'artsy' things than I'd ever done in my life. Even
though I had told myself intellectually that what I'd done with the married
guy in my home town didn't make me a career artist or even worthy of all the gossip, it didn't make sense to me emotionally until I'd done much worse by the same standard. Seeing that there were no consequences now made me realize that the gossipy artless assholes in my town had made a big deal out of nothing. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I've never been happier in my life.

I was still experimenting with my art and I decided that I would act out my
ultimate fantasy - having arty moments with two men at the same time. It made me think of what people would say if they knew what I was about to do. I set it all up on 'Art Friend Finder' of course, there were lots of guys willing to help me out but there was something special about Tony and Rick that made me choose them. I'm not exactly sure what it was but being young, gorgeous, and institutionalised made them an obvious choice.

We met at a bar and they were a lot of fun. I noticed that they had a hard
time keeping from staring at my body, especially my paint brushes. Rick
owned a Jeep and he suggested that we go for a 4X4 ride through some hills
just outside of town. I told him I'd go only if he's let me drive. He tossed me the keys and we were off.

The conversation got really interesting on the highway out of the city. The
guys asked me if I was nervous about taking them both on at the same time. I told them I was a little nervous, but I was sure I'd find it an interesting philosophical and creative experience. Rick was sitting in the passenger seat and talking about his art career and that it had given him a sense of direction. He was quite well educated and it was hard not to notice.

When we were a few miles out of the city we took the Jeep just far enough off the road so that no one would see what we were up to. I turned the engine off and pulled Rick's paint brush out and started colouring on it. Tony started playing with my tonal sensibilities by reaching over the back seat and after a couple of minutes Rick suggested we put a blanket down outside and get a little more comfortable.

Soon we were all completely focused and I had four colours and two
conceptualism's all over me. I alternated my learned colouring skills on
both of their canvases and Tony had a very long tongue that he put to very
good use. I was in heaven having two guys share their informed art directives with me.

I had my first art sensation, relization while riding on Tony's reevaluated concept of Derrida's recent hairstyle whilst painting with Rick at the same time. I was a little worried when Rick poured mixed acrylics in my mouth, but he remained rigorous and deconstructed me from behind while I painted on Tony's post art brutish agendas until he told me he couldn't take it anymore.

That's when Rick got me to reconstruct him and Tony came up from behind me
and painted some curriculum based lubricant in my subjectively appropriated
void with his officially recommended ideologies. It felt very odd to have
Rick's conceptually rigorous intensity in my recontextualized void at the
same time as Tony's imposing curriculum, but when Tony pulled his ideologies out and replaced it with his new and fresh conception about art potential collaborations, I felt a wave of heat pass through me like I've never experienced before.