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TIFU by drawing NSFW and not switching my screen fast enough.

Obligatory, this story happened a few years ago when I was a young gal, still in the midst of university and figuring out my boundaries with online friends. I ended up in too many friend groups and came in contact with some interesting people.

I made one friend, let's name him PW. He seemed chill and was fun to chat with. He was a bit overly sexual when chatting but nothing unusual as I was already surrounded by horny university friends anyways. This would be my mistake later on.

During this time, I finally felt competent as a digital artist and opened my commissions. I was pretty much open to drawing anything, mistake #2. PW was excited but hesitant to ask me.

He said his choices were a bit different and worried I’d judge him. Having other furry friends, I’d assumed this was the start of my Furry Art journey. I had fully accepted that it was my destiny as a digital artist to eventually draw some form of furry art and wanted to create an accepting environment. I accepted and told him not to worry because everyone has their own thing, and I honestly don’t really care.

I didn’t expect my next two weeks to be full of anime porn featuring “younger” -looking anime OC (Original Character), bondage and aggressive sex. I grew increasingly uncomfortable about how young the “adult” OC looked. But I pushed through it - Major mistake #3.

But I diligently completed my work. And sent it to him. He seemed happy with the work but wanted some changes. He specifically wanted some changes to the penis. I was uncomfortable, but I ignored my feeling and said, of course, I would - mistake #4.

I wanted to finish the commission pretty quickly, so I did it while my dad was at home.

So let me set this scene. I have big headphones on, blasting anime music. I was furiously drawing. The screen was fully zoomed into the pelvic area of a younger-looking anime character with a butt plug in and other toys around him. I was adding humanly fluids and making the penis much bigger. I wasn’t paying attention to anything else. My dad had a question and walked into my room without knocking. He turns the corner, and I just catch him in the corner of my eye. He saw the image for a whole ass second before I swiped my screen away (a Mac).

We both ignored the screen, and he asked me for directions to a relative’s new home. I turned back to the computer and accidentally swiped my screen, showing the full glorious picture. I fumbled, and it took an eternity to swipe it away to open a new window. My dad stayed completely silent. I gave him the directions, and he left.

We have never said a word to each other about that moment, and he now knocks on my door before entering.

And that’s the story. Did I learn any lessons? Yes, that locks are important lol. But, I needed to have major boundaries and limits in place for my commissions and online friends- PSA to any newer artists out there.

PS. And yes, I did draw furry-related porn a year later, and it was a much better experience.

TL;DR: I drew uncomfortable anime porn and my dad walked in and saw it, twice.

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