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Estos son los precios que yo, JoshBeta1, cobraré por los dibujos que me compren. Los precios más baratos de todo el Internet sólo aquí, conmigo. Nadie tiene precios más baratos que yo. Y lo más importante es que YO NO COBRO EN DÓLARES, SINO EN PESOS MEXICANOS (O LA MONEDA DE TU PAÍS):…

Since I dislike the United States of America, I sell my drawings at prizes established according to the value of the STERLING POUNDS (GBP's) from the U.K.G.B.:

* B & W = Black & White. Yes, like your grandparents' TV and those boring, horrible and pretty old movies. All monochromatic drawings are made with 2HB pencils, regarding basic drawings, and pencils of different types and shading degrees (H, HB or B) and carbons, regarding complex drawings. xD

* Prizes raises also £1 by amount of characters on the drawing. You are forced, in a mandatory way, to give me 75% of the total prize before starting the drawing. No money, no drawing. I accept money orders, bank deposits and even PayPal or BitCoins (I also accept gifts as payment, but you must prove me their cost is exactly the same that the value of the drawing). You are forced, in a mandatory way, to give me the rest of the money after delivering you the drawing, by snail mail or by e-mail (or I'll sue you... really!). Of course, you know what you do with your drawing, but my O.C.'s shan't appear on complex drawings due to safety reasons (I hate art thieves). Shipping charges are already included in the prizes. xD

* Color pencils and blank paper are expensive. There shall be special cases where I shall raise the prize due to color excess on the drawing and/or excess of details and special features. Yes, it includes weird or complex poses, and NSFW/XXX artworks (there are some body parts that are very hard to draw without ruining them due to point-of-view flaws and issues). xD

£1 = Basic  B & W drawing, neither background nor details (whatever you can see on my gallery). xD

£2 = Complex B & W drawing on blank paper, with no background but with details (shading, detailed features, wrinkles on clothing, etc.) or just Backgrounds only. xD

£3 = Basic B & W anime-styled portrait, with no details (such as face improvement, shading or detailed features) but with background. xD

£4 = Complex B & W anime-styled portrait, with details and on blank paper and background OR just coloured Backgrounds only. xD

£5 = Basic coloured drawing OR Basic B & W anime-styled portrait with bust and background, with no details. xD

£6 = Complex coloured drawing on blank paper, with no background but with details OR Complex B & W anime-styled portrait with bust and background, with details and on blank paper. xD

£7 = Basic coloured anime-styled portrait, with no details and with background OR Basic B & W anime-styled portrait, drawn until the waist; with background, no details. xD

£8 = Complex coloured anime-styled portait, with details, with background, on blank paper OR Complex B & W anime-styled portait, drawn until the waist; with background, with details, on blank paper. xD

£9 = Basic coloured anime-styled portrait with bust and background, with no details OR Basic B & W anime-styled portrait, drawn until the knees; with background, no details. xD

£10 = Complex coloured anime-styled portrait with bust and background, with details and on blank paper OR Complex B & W anime-styled portrait, drawn until the knees; with background and details. xD

£11 = Basic coloured anime-styled portrait. drawn until the waist; with background, no details OR Basic B & W anime-styled portrait, whole body, with background, no details .xD

£12 = Complex coloured anime-styled portrait, drawn until the waist; with background and details OR Complex B & W anime-styled portrait, whole body, with background and details (This is what I call "Betamax-like Vintage Drawing", so the image setting include some special features that will make it to look like an ancient screenshot). xD

£13 = Basic coloured anime-styled portrait, drawn until the knees; with background, no details. xD

£14 = Complex coloured anime-styled portrait, drawn until the knees, with background and details. xD

£15 = Basic coloured anime-style portrait, whole body; with background, no details. xD

£16 = Complex coloured anime-style portrait, whole body, with background and details (This is what I call "Betamax-like Drawing", so the image setting include some special features that will make it to look like a screenshot). xD

Layouts? £10 per sheet! But they shall be sold as they are, including fingerprints, spots, flaws, etc. xD
Do you want a B & W vignette (comic page)? £16! Making layouts is very expensive, and I get tired very soon. xD
Do you want a coloured vignette (comic page)? £24! The prize of each one of the pages of your comic will be worthwhile!. xD

And no, I do not have any Cintiq, any Wacom, any decent computer. So, your drawing shall be scanned and improved by computer's program if you want the digital version. xD
Do you want a digital drawing made thoroughly by computer or by tablet? Give me away $35,000 MXN's first!!! xD

And thanks for reading my journal entry. Come back soon. xD

Newest Deviations

Happy Birthday, Circo! (Gift, 2017) xD by JoshBeta1 Happy Birthday, Circo! (Gift, 2017) xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 10 10 The biting pear of Salamanca goes to Morelia. xD by JoshBeta1 The biting pear of Salamanca goes to Morelia. xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 13 8 Scarleth's Portrait, JoshBeta1 version (Art Trade) by JoshBeta1 Scarleth's Portrait, JoshBeta1 version (Art Trade) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 17 26 Goettin Klara Beta Zwei (2014-2017). xD by JoshBeta1 Goettin Klara Beta Zwei (2014-2017). xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 19 35 Self-Portrait Rinmaru Version (Male Persona, 2017) by JoshBeta1 Self-Portrait Rinmaru Version (Male Persona, 2017) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 18 16 My Birth Chart. xD by JoshBeta1 My Birth Chart. xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 3 4 Rebecca Gamma 3 (All versions, 2016) xD by JoshBeta1 Rebecca Gamma 3 (All versions, 2016) xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 18 20 Bekolite's square lamps V (Photo, 2016) xD by JoshBeta1 Bekolite's square lamps V (Photo, 2016) xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 4 13 Bekolite's square lamps IV (Photo, 2016) xD by JoshBeta1 Bekolite's square lamps IV (Photo, 2016) xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 4 4 Claire Beta 2 (With Fatal Flaws: 2011) by JoshBeta1 Claire Beta 2 (With Fatal Flaws: 2011) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 12 17 Claire Beta 2 (With Flaws: 2011-2012) by JoshBeta1 Claire Beta 2 (With Flaws: 2011-2012) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 8 6 Kehanuity's Uniform School Design (2016) by JoshBeta1
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Kehanuity's Uniform School Design (2016) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 6 26
My Birth Chart (astro-charts)...xD by JoshBeta1 My Birth Chart (astro-charts)...xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 3 0 My Birth Chart (Astrodienst)...xD by JoshBeta1 My Birth Chart (Astrodienst)...xD :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 1 9 Me as a Miraluka guy from Star Wars (Crossover) by JoshBeta1 Me as a Miraluka guy from Star Wars (Crossover) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 23 29 Self-Portrait Rinmaru Version (Male Persona 2016) by JoshBeta1 Self-Portrait Rinmaru Version (Male Persona 2016) :iconjoshbeta1:JoshBeta1 15 2
These are my own drawings...xD
If not, they are drawings made by another people, JoshBeta1's version. Or they are drawings about JoshBeta1's characters or self-portraits made by another people...xD


Biosuit Afra - Asil by Chizzil Biosuit Afra - Asil :iconchizzil:Chizzil 8 4 Afra Soldier design template by Chizzil Afra Soldier design template :iconchizzil:Chizzil 25 11 Molly at the Pharmaceutical by Chizzil Molly at the Pharmaceutical :iconchizzil:Chizzil 22 8 Senya and Random by alexichabane
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Senya and Random :iconalexichabane:alexichabane 180 63
Portadas Revista Super Entretenida - Chicas Sexy by MADstarter Portadas Revista Super Entretenida - Chicas Sexy :iconmadstarter:MADstarter 15 12 Mara by WhiteCicada
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Mara :iconwhitecicada:WhiteCicada 29 16
SlayersTRY-Apple by Ly-Xu SlayersTRY-Apple :iconly-xu:Ly-Xu 307 14 Welcome back, Samus! by jam-orbital Welcome back, Samus! :iconjam-orbital:jam-orbital 740 41 The Grand Staircase by JulianVII The Grand Staircase :iconjulianvii:JulianVII 22 7 Hey You by AssortedA-Art Hey You :iconassorteda-art:AssortedA-Art 33 3 :v by May-Shad
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Odin (2017 Version) by Meredyth Odin (2017 Version) :iconmeredyth:Meredyth 17 4 Comission: Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess by Daniel-RM Comission: Elizabeth Bathory, the Blood Countess :icondaniel-rm:Daniel-RM 3 0 Polimar VS Kyashan by gwydion1982 Polimar VS Kyashan :icongwydion1982:gwydion1982 23 6 Time for your Shot by HeavenCommissions
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'Social Justice' by xAprilyne I've had enough of your snide insinuations! by xAprilyne Because I'm just weird like that by xAprilyne Anti Country Stereotypes by Espio143 No explanation needed. by Espio143 I ate the title by The-OrangeNinja We are all the same by benderadopts Nope i still do not care by KittyJewelpet78 (Request) Support 2D Animations Stamp by KittyJewelpet78 (Request) Support Cuteness and Sweetness Stamp by KittyJewelpet78 Be careful who you trust by KittyJewelpet78 That's not friendship by KittyJewelpet78

Men can cry too by KittyJewelpet78 Those Tears You're Drinking May Have Been Legit by Mintaka-TK

I am JoshBeta1. And I am an indigenous, androgynous, long-haired and dark-skinned native Mexican boy. My heritage comes from the Aztec, Mixtec and Zapotec cultures. I am from Oaxaca City, the main and capitol city in the state named Oaxaca, in Mexico. So, you may imagine me dressed up with a loincloth and a mantle, with my loosen hair and some bodypaint, drawing some pictures on codexes like an ancient Aztec writer...xD

I usually cross-dress in public because I love womankind and womanhood in general. Females are amazing, aren't they? When I cross-dress, I do it in an elegant, decent and maidenly way for avoiding to attract people's attention. Nevertheless, when I want to attract people's attention, I do CosPlay and CrossPlay. I have split personality and I am aware of it; my other "me" is a girl named Rebeca. My true identity in the real life is top secret. This is the why I always was, am and shall be behind a mask. Specially when being Rebeca...xD

And these are my biggest and best likes:


The ancient Japanese comics (manga) ( 1970-1999 ).

The ancient television series (including cartoons and anime, 1965-2005).

Being naked or dressed up with as less and skimpiest clothing as possible.

Cross-dressing myself or seeing someone cross-dressed. It includes CrossPlay. I like to cross-dress.

(Wearing and/or see someone wearing) The sexy clothes: Thongs, Jockstraps, LoinCloths (Aztec Style and Rokushaku Fundoshies), one-piece Swimsuits, thong leotards, latex catsuits, leather clothing, rubber clothing and Zentai suits.

(Wearing and/or see someone wearing) Masks that are covering all or most of the face. I Prefer those ones that leave only the eyes uncovered.

Shibari/Bondage, B.D.S.M., role playing and intimate D/s relationships in which I am the receiver and/or submissive subject: I love to be tied up, blindfolded, gagged, chained, masked and wearing a butt plug (the largest is the best) inside my butt (With a huge ponytail attached, as long as possible), and wearing as little clothing as possible or being naked. I like to PLAY I am kidnapped (real kidnappers, refrain), and I would like to PLAY that I am used in every way and in every mode possible by someone whose description is written lines below.

(Having and/or seeing) Classic (1955-1995) Motor Vehicles. Specially Volkswagen Beetles.

(Wearing and/or seeing someone wearing) Vintage Fashion (1975-1995 ). I prefer to wear the androgynous fashion, long hair, braids, jackets, miniskirts and jeans, and clothing elegant and/or sports' clothes and shoes. As for sportswear, I like to wear it tight and as skimpy as possible.

Practice and/or watch martial arts (except the box), water and land sports where the participant(s) wear as skimpiest clothing as possible. (I clarify that I do not even know how to swim or fight enough well).

Studying Science: Mechanics (For Vehicles) , Electronic (for ancient gadgets a and old school's Telecommunications), Astrology, Astronomy, Renewable Energies, Geography, etc.

(Using and/or seeing) Ancient Technology (Until 1995) . I prefer vinyl records, audio cassettes (and related devices), the Betamax video cassettes (and related devices), the Floppy Disk (and related devices), vintage AM and Short Wave radio receivers, the glass-screened televisions, devices with mechanical operation and manual typewriters.

Philosophy, art, language and culture: Aztec and Zapotec (before the Spaniard invasion in 1519 ), Natives from the Americas (Red Race), Egyptian, natives from the African continent (Black Race), Arabian (pre-Islamic and Islamic), Nordic and Germanic (also known as Vikings, and including Hitler's stuffs), and Japanese (past and present).

To get along with and/or to fall in love with:

Intelligent and courageous, brave women with less than 39 years old whit dark skin, long hair (No Afro) and slim or muscular body. I also like Japanese girls or Nordic-Germanic girls with red or light brown hair and reddish complexion; They must also have long hair and slim or muscular body. All written above also applies to cross-dressers (male- to-female), who must pretend to be what they are depicting perfectly.

Intelligent and brave men (not boastful or conceited) with less than 29 years old whit dark skin, hairless ( hairy , mustachioed and/or bearded, refrain), long hair (not Afros, not bald, not head-shaved) and slim or muscular body. I also like Japanese or Germanic boys with red or light brown hair and reddish complexion; They must also have long hair and slim or muscular body. All written above also applies to cross-dressers (female- to-male) who must pretend to be what they are depicting perfectly.

I love to study , but I hate going to school. I like to write and draw about anything I can write and / or draw (and specially if it is something that is related or can be easily converted into a Japanese cartoon), but I hate having to explain repeatedly the same question to people that do not understand me (disregarding how well I explain it to him/her). I have a high I.Q. about 131 units, but there are and there have been rare occasions when I do not understand other people although they tell me something well explained. I like being a butler or maid at my own home or at home (or anywhere else) of anyone else, but I hate having to clean or fix a non-mine's disaster when that disaster has been done intentionally. I'm arrogant, rebel, proud, bold, mysterious, irreverent, cold-tempered, calculating, secretive and brutally honest, but I know when to shut up myself and bow me before someone else for recognizing his/her superiority, specially if that someone is a girl or woman . But I hate to flatter others, deserving it or not, and when someone speaks with me using profanities, obscenities, vulgarities or curses...xD

I can speak, read and write in three languages: Spanish, German and English.

In Spanish, I can read and write it since a little before being the age of three years old thanks to my mother, who taught me everything a brand-new graduate child of elementary school should know before I was six years old. That's why I did not go to kindergarten.

And about the English language, I can write and read it well since the age of sixteen years old by myself. I studied my high school degrees at home, and learned that language (and many other things) on my own.

About German, I can write, read and understand it since I was 23 years old. Certainly, German is a complex language, very hard to learn and this is the why I'm taking too long for using it thoroughly, but all my efforts are worthy. German is better and more beautiful than Spanish and English together.

And I'm learning other languages: Arabic, Japanese , Nahuatl (the language of the Aztecs), Quechua (the language of the Incas) and Zapotec. These languages will be the ones that I will use to translate the book I'm writing, "The Beta Rays". It will be the first TV series about Japanese cartoons (anime) made in Mexico..xD


I am someone who despite being very open-minded, I cannot trust anyone. However, I will add as a friend to anyone who dares to send a friend request or directly request me his/her friendship, disregarding who it is. I not only enjoy meeting new people (disregarding what it is the matter that I must treat with him/her), I also expand my ability to broadcast information and broad my horizons. Every day you learn something new, and I am someone who learns very easy ... xD


Füge mich, schreibe mich...xD

20. Juli 1991. Meine Geschichte beginnt: PLAY...


Second semester ended. Coming back to Oaxaca City for enjoying Summer's holidays. xD

:iconalexichabane: & :icontonibabelony: Almost done with my part of the Art Trade:
  EpsonScan0022 by JoshBeta1
I am the only one on the DA who loves Disco:
Hoy, mi perfil de DeviantArt cumple 8 años de antigüedad. xD

Today, my DA's profile turns eight years old. xD
Es tan extraño el hecho que uno aprecie las cosas lindas y tiernas sólo hasta que uno se vuelve adulto... Sólo hasta entonces uno se da cuenta de que el propio pasado es legendario y divertido, comparado con el presente que uno vive (salvo raras excepciones). :(

Y es más raro que, a pesar de ello, a los adultos no nos pase nada lindo ni tierno. Al contrario: Siempre buscamos con qué distraernos e ignorar por un rato nuestras miserables vidas... A menos que uno sea millonario, atractivo o que por lo menos uno haya logrado lo que de verdad quería en la vida. :(

Conforme avanzó mi vida, dejaron de pasarme cosas buenas y empezaron a pasarme cosas malas. Y me fijé sólo en lo malo, y no le puse atención suficiente a lo bueno. No sólo extraño el dinero que tuve una vez, sino lo que viví con ciertas personas a las que conocí, las cuales jamás se repetirán. :(

A veces quisiera regresar el tiempo para corregir el pasado y evitar que mi vida se volviera el espantoso fracaso que es hoy en día. Todo, por no valorar en su momento todo aquello que tuve y todo aquello que conseguí por mis propios medios, y fijarme siempre en todo lo mejor que tenían otros. :(

Antes, me quejaba por no poder tener lo que quería. Ahora, no sólo me quejo por eso, sino que también me quejo porque ya ni siquiera puedo garantizarme a mí mismo el poder tener lo que necesito para vivir. Por eso digo: Niños, aprovechen su juventud y valoren su vida, antes que acaben como yo. :(
Joshua Beta 1 (Former Master Datasheet, 2009)


De temperamento flemático, Joshua parece más bien un robot que un ser humano. xD

    Carácter y Personalidad:

Frígido, no reacciona ante las seducciones ni provocaciones de ninguna mujer que no sea Claire Beta 2 (su pareja), Rebecca Gamma 3 (su hermana mayor) o Hikari Gamma 5 (una prima de Claire Beta 2). xD

Receptivo y de mente muy abierta. Nada lo escandaliza, y casi nada lo sonroja. Y no hay nada que no pueda entender. xD

Insensible, hosco y arisco. No tiene nada de carisma, y por eso nadie está interesado en él. Nadie, excepto Claire, Rebecca, Regina Beta 6 (otra prima de Claire Beta 2, que es hermana gemela mayor de Hikari Gamma 5), Rex Beta 9 (su hijo), Ruth Beta 11 (su hija), Raymond Beta 12 (su yerno, pareja de Ruth Beta 11), Samantha Beta 20 (su prima), Victor Gamma 21 y Victoria Gamma 22 (sus padres). xD

Inexpresivo, gesticula muy rara vez y es muy callado. Y su mirada penetrante e intimidante asusta a todo aquel que se le acerca. Sin embargo, cuando habla, es muy elocuente y al mismo tiempo, hiriente y mordaz. Sólo los arriba mencionados son capaces de hablar con él sin sufrir ni morir en el intento. xD

Científico, intelectual y hombre de negocios. Joshua es frío, calculador y escéptico con respecto a todo. A él sólo le interesan los datos, los resultados, sus objetivos, su familia y todo lo que él considere que es verdad y/o que le sea de utilidad. Todo lo demás no le interesa. xD

Ambicioso, y con deseos de superación. Joshua siempre hace todo lo posible por adquirir más conocimiento, poder, dinero y prestigio. xD

Inquisitivo, entrometido y curioso. Siempre investiga, indaga y averigua a todo y a todos aquellos que conoce y que no conoce. xD

Demasiado terco y rebelde. Joshua siempre quiere tener la razón y siempre actúa forzando la situación. xD

Elegante, extravagante y sofisticado. Su sensual y provocativa (él considera que "no hay mejor ropa que su propia piel", pero no puede andar en público con sólo su "traje de cumpleaños", así que mantiene la cantidad de prendas que usa al mínimo) pero anticuada manera de vestir (se quedó por siempre en los años ochentas, y su imagen -"look"- es lo suficientemente andrógina como para que lo confundan con una mujer sin necesidad de vestirse como una) y de comportarse (es como una combinación de Darth Vader de Star Wars y el doctor Spock de Star Trek) lo caracterizan. xD

Femenino, amanerado mas no afeminado. Ello, como resultado de su doble personalidad. Dentro de él habita una chica que surgió por accidente. Es su lado femenino lo que los demás prefieren. xD

Brutalmente honesto.  "Mejor lastimar con la verdad a matar con una mentira". xD

Odia por sobre todas las cosas el tener que dar explicaciones o rendir cuentas de sus actos, pensamientos y sentimientos, así como el dogma de cualquier tipo y las falacias y los sofismas de distracción. Para Joshua, las cosas "o son o no son". xD 

En extremo orgulloso, le tiene miedo por sobre todas las cosas a perder, a equivocarse, y a hacer el ridículo.

Ama por sobre todas las cosas a Claire, a su familia, a la ciencia, a la tecnología (y en especial a la tecnología antigua), a la civilización (mas no a los seres humanos que la conforman), a la verdad, al aire, a ventilarse, al explorar lo desconocido, al sol y a asolearse, a las comidas sabrosas (en especial si llevan pescado, pulpo, carne asada o limón), al dinero, al poder, al prestigio, al conocimiento, a la sabiduría, al buen gusto y la elegancia, a la investigación, a su aspecto físico (con excepción de su cara), a sus antepasados, al pasado, a vestirse con ropas femeninas, el usar la menor cantidad de ropa posible, y a los aparatos electrónicos que parezcan difíciles de manejar. xD

La sociedad en general, los reproches, reclamos, críticas, juicios y calumnias en su contra lo irritan mucho. Tiene increíbles habilidades habilidades intelectuales, gran fuerza y resistencia física, y destrezas manuales, pedales y mentales asombrosas (super-poderes van aparte). xD

De no ser por su egoísmo extremo, sería todo un Gary Stu. xD

Joshua Beta 1 and his armour (2011)


    Nombre propio como personaje original:

Joshua Beta 1

    Nombres ocupados a lo largo de la serie:

Josué Alejandro Fénix Yescas (Temporadas I & II, en versión en español)
Joshua Phoenix (A partir de la Temporada III)


Variable a lo largo de la primera temporada, hasta el capítulo 22. xD
A partir del capítulo 22 en la temporada I, su estatura es de 2 metros con 13 centímetros. xD


Variable a lo largo de la primera temporada, hasta el capítulo 22. xD
A partir del capítulo 22 en la temporada I, su peso permanece en 111 kilogramos. xD


Esbelta. Su figura parece la de una chica debido a lo estrecho de sus hombros y de su cintura, y a sus anchas caderas. xD


Mexicana, por origen: Nacido en la Ciudad de Oaxaca, capital del estado de Oaxaca, en México. xD


Nativa de Las Américas. Indígena mexicano de la etnia nahua. xD
Inicia como ser humano. En la primera temporada él se convierte en un genio. En la segunda temporada él se convierte en un semi-dios. Y a partir de la quinta temporada, él es un dios. xD

    Filiación Media:

Tez morena oscura, cabello negro y largo que le alcanza a cubrir por completo el trasero. xD

    Fecha de nacimiento:


    Coeficiente Intelectual (IQ):

Variable a lo largo de la primera temporada, hasta el capítulo 22. xD
A partir del capítulo 22, en la temporada I, su coeficiente intelectual permanece en 190. xD


    Name as Original Character:

Joshua Beta 1. xD

    Name used by himself in the series:

Joshua Phoenix. xD


It varies during the series until the chapter 22 of the First Season, when he reaches the seven feet. xD


It varies during the series until the chapter 22 of the First Season, when he reaches the 244 pounds. xD

    Body shape:

Slim and pear-shaped. It reminds the hourglass-shape of a girl due to his narrow shoulders. xD


Mexican, by origin and heritage. He was born in Oaxaca City, Mexico. xD


Native of the Americas. Indigenous Mexican, descendant of Aztecs. xD
He starts as human being. On the First Season, he becomes a genie. On the Second Season, he becomes a semi-god. Finally, in the beginning of the Fifth Season, he becomes a god. xD

    Physical appearance:

Dark skin and black, long hair which is able to cover his whole, entire butt. xD

    Date of birth:

July the 20th, 1991.

The Naked Truth (W.I.P., 2002)...xD
Here are Raymond Beta 12, Ruth Beta 11 and Richard Gamma 4...xD
They are in front of a naked, headless and giant woman. She is the Truth, as she really is. xD

I couldn't finish this rejected drawing that is a draft about the fifth season for my book...xD
In the sixth season of my own anime, Ruth becomes human...xD
Joshua Beta 1 and Claire Beta 2 (rejected, 2001)
An ancient, rejected drawing from the year 2001 about The Beta Rays' Fifth Season...xD
My drawing style was barely being modified for being as nowadays is, and I barely started to re-plan and change lots of things, stuffs and matters in my own book...xD

In this drawing is still showed that Rebecca Gamma 3 used to be the starring star of the plot...xD
Joshua and claire used to have a normal, common height and weight, and looking like 16-aged people. I didn't created the lingerie armour as it is nowadays yet. Their hair aren't long yet...xD

People doesn't believe in me when I tell them when I started to draw (1994), but this paper maybe could demonstrate it...xD
I could never find a barber/hairdresser smart enough to understand the hairstyle I want to have:

Fluffy, layered hair with sidebangs, like 80's hairstyles:…

Mexican barbers/hairdressers always disappoint me. :|

I founded my very own group of me and my stuffs created by myself:


I created a Discord's profile. Look for me as "JoshBeta1". xD

I discovered accidentally how to raise and increase the amount of watchers: Drawing famous DeviantArt's Personas. So, thanks to CirQlarLogic and the portrait I gave him as Birthday's gift, I got 9 more watchers in less than two weeks. xD
Happy Birthday, Circo! (Gift, 2017) xD
Birthdays's gift for :iconcirqlarlogic: xD

Making it took me three days. The real life hurries me a lot. But, anyways, I could gave to CirQlarLogic his birthday's gift. xD
At least! 250 Watchers! After seven years of being here! :squee:
The biting pear of Salamanca goes to Morelia. xD
Yes, there is a place named "Salamanca"... In Mexico!!! :lmao: :rofl: :lmao: :rofl: :lmao:
Yes, there is a federal tollbooth-free highway that comes from Salamanca (Guanajuato) and goes to Morelia (Michoacan). xD
(Not related with the 43 abducted boys)
And yes, the biting pear is waiting for a truck, in order to mimetize itself with other pears, because it wants to go to Morelia. xD

Sorry. I am quite busy with the real life, so I could make just a simple, cheesy doodle for this time. ^^;
My life is hard indeed. I am broke, depressed and far away from home, and I face bullying and hatred almost daily. I am out of fashion. The only, unique thing that makes me to check out my social networks and making texts and drawings is the fact that I still have loyal, lovely fans, admirers and customers (specially, from Germany, Chile and Mexico) that still supports me disregarding the situation I have to face. 

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Ich denke, die deutsche Wörtern mit Umlauten seien sehr schön, süß, niedlich und nett. :heart:

Ich liebe die deutsche Sprache. :meow:
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Perfil del DeviantArt (~_°) [2017-II]
Texto tipo Literature para el DeviantArt
[WARNING: Politically wrong text with erotically adoracute content. Contains XXX, BDSM, LGBT, violence and Anti-American ideas]


BIRTHDAY'S GIFT FOR :icondevianartfan1989:
A Mexico x India OC's SuperCrossover. xD

THE SuperBondagemax Hi-Fi TECHNIQUES

- 1 -

After the return of my (forced) retreatment, at age 25, I never thought I would be back into the XXX Kombats again. I thought I was too old, outdated and out of fashion to use my Cute & Sexy features and my Nice & Neat techniques in order to get what I want (and that was the very reason which I recruited June Gwen), but not. Despite my age and lack of training, I found a new kinky adventure immediately. xD

After surviving my lastest mission at an university in Morelia, I decided taking as advantage the American presidential elections in order to update my data and information regarding politics, economy and such. In that way, I got dressed with my Super Fundoshi Loincloth and my magical mask (With my gag inside, of course!), and I began a long travel using Internet's wires, Wi-Fi antennas, modems, routers and other similar devices, as I used to do in the past with electric and telephonic wires. xD

I love to lurk others. I say that because of the first place I arrived: Billy Bob's mansion. Of course, that far-right-winged pale-skinned "Gringo" always knows something I really need to know, indeed. As one of the main Grand Old Party's members in Texas and as stockholder of a lot of American media enterprises, he always gets some data and information I usually use for my Aims & Goals only... Against his will, of course! He's one of my very bestest sex slaves ever! But that data used to be a top secret of me... Thus far. xD

It's very weird, rare and strange when other Guy or Gal gets to lurk me. But considering the living being that started to lurk me after arriving there was invisible and slightly hard to detect with my Super Powers at its normal level (or maybe due to my lack of training), I didn'r realized until I noticed the paintings on the walls started to move "by themselves". Of course, Billy Bob the Patriot have paintings made by white American people only. But burglaring there just for those ordinary paintings only was a weird, rare and strange fact for me... Specially, after realizing Billy Bob was not at home. xD

I decided to Raise & Increase my Super Powers, to activate my Super Dominatrix features and finding that burglar in order to find out whether it was a friend or a foe, or both of them. Ironically, after realizing it was a female human inside a black, doble-layered full-body zentai suit, I got so Horny & Aroused that my Super Powers went to its limit suddenly. Watching her Nice & Neat hourglass-shaped body and how her Cute & Sexy boobs and buttocks were bouncing Up & Down while she was doing a sort of adoracute acrobatics for taking the paintings off the wall and carrying them outside without making any nouse got me so excited that I told myself "So cute, so sexy, so kinky! I want to be her instead! I love her clothes! I want to wear it! Why don't stripping her and getting her suit? I need it, indeed!". xD

But when I watched she was also stealing a collection of rare vinyl LP records and tapes that I always wanted to have, along with some documents, it reacted and came back to the real world. I told myself "She must be my ally, whether she likes or not! SHE SHALL BE MINE!". So, I executed my Bondage & Shibari technique transforming my Super Pole in a Super Whip... But unfortunately, the house's alarm started to ring loudly and, when I realized, a huge bunch of soldier-like henchmen and henchwomen were inside, around me. They had lots of military-like weapons. I had forgotten that Billy Bob lived near a military base. =p

Then, I took that chance as advantage for showing myself off before that Cute & Sexy burglar, and I decided to transform my Super Whip in a Super Long Pole, which length raised and increased until getting to keep it fixed between the ceiling and the floor; that mansion is huge indeed. And, immediately, I started to execute my Super Hypno Dance. "With this dance, they shall become my sex slaves!", I thought. But something was wrong: None of them got hypnotized, and immediately they started to shoot me. "Oh, no! Gay henchmen and straight, feminist henchwomen! Not again!", I thought (gay mankind and straight feminist womankind are immune to my Super Sexual Powers). So, I decided to reduce the length of my Super Pole, and then I made it spinning before me for avoiding the bullets. Suddenly, I realized they weren't normal, common bullets, but sedative darts...

- 2 -

Step by step, I woke up. I noticed I was blindfolded and tied up, bound with ropes to a sort of unpleasant, uncomfortable triangular thing -with a sharp edge chafing me- that kept my both legs separated from each other; my arms were tied up behind me, with a wrist bound to the elbow of the other arm and vice versa. I moved my legs because I felt a sort of load pulling my ankles forwards, and then I heard female moans. So, I realized that Cute & Sexy female burglar was also captured, too. And the best part was that we were tied up together, in front of each other! (>///<)

Since I live inside Joshua's male body, which becomes a female body (with a dick) when wearing the magical mask, that triangular thing didn't affected me, but it was hurting the other girl's cunt in an sadistic but kinky way. So I decided to move my legs forwards and backwards for moving her legs and making her moaning in order to check and verify whether she spoke Mufflish (your normal language, but with a gag over your mouth) or not. And she started to moan in a delightful, delicious way. Her moanings made me to wake up totally, thoroughly, and got me Horny & Aroused, so my Super Power levels got raised and increased again until its limit. I thought she would say "Stop!", but she was saying "More!" instead... Of course, under her gag. And I said her (in Mufflish) "Are you sure?". And she answered "Yeah!". It meant she understood Mufflish perfectly, and she wasn't a pale-skinned girl either. Her voice sounded Mexican-like. xD

While I moved our legs, I decided to approach her. The body where I live was blind twice in my whole, entire life so being blindfolded wasn't a problem for me; I am very sensible (and sensitive too). I went near enough to her for hearing her breathing in front of me in a clear and crisp way and touching her Nice & Neat breasts with my boobs. She was shivering and moaning in such an adoracute way... With my legs and boobs, I could feel her horny arousement and the way her body was vibrating, and it was so exciting... Then, I said her "Hold still", I grabbed her feet with the insteps of my feet, and I kissed her over our masks while I kept on moving her legs backwards and forwards as fast as I could with my legs. So, I decided to transfer her some of my Super Powers, such as the ability to recharge her own vital energy through her own sexual pleasure and the ability to integrate and fusionate her suit as a part of herself, like another skin, for instance. And while she had an orgasm, she acquired the powers I sent her through that kiss. Of course, she became migthier and more powerful along with me. That was one of the longest orgasms I gave other guy/gal as gift in my whole, entire life. And I left to kiss her after she finished to recharge her own vital energy. I could feel how her legs became muscular, and then I supposed all her whole, entire body got improved with my gift. xD

At the same time, I knew we were being observed by someone... My sensors indicated it was a large and wide room...

"Did you think I would serve you until the end of the time, Ramdom?", Billy Bob said with anger.

I detected a high level of disgust in his voice, so I decided to remain silent. The other girl was gasping with some anxiety. Suddenly, I remembered my Super Fundoshi was not in Super Zentai mode, but in Super Sexy mode instead, so he discovered and saw the dark skin of my arms, shoulders, chest, boobs, buttocks, part of my back and my thighs by first time. I got quite worried. I thought I shouldn't be Rebekah again, specially after the return of the ideas of The Enlightement and the Positivism... :(

"How could I serve you? You just are another damn Indian, you Mexican whore!", Billy Bob shouted. Fortunately, I was pretty gagged, because I got quite angry and wrathful (calling us "Indians" is the worst insult ever for any Mexican, disregarding whether if we are native Mexicans or not, in which case I am), and I wanted to answer him properly. :rage:

"You fucking bitches! How do you dare to replace our sacred white womanhood with your damn, dirty bodies, for the sake of God! All we, true and authentic Americans hate you, you pieces of hell's bullshit!", shouted Billy Bob, furiously. I got awfully furious after his racist comments. The other girl also got furious enough. But kicking his ass was not enough. I needed my data, and the other girl was a sort of art thief, as far as I knew. Unfortunately, despite how much I enjoy spend time in blindfolds, my Super Hypno Powers can't work with my eyes covered.

I just shouted "Now!" in Mufflish, and then the other girl and me released us by ourselves using all our Super Forces for bursting and tearing out the ropes, and we got it in less than a second. Immediately, I discovered my eyes, and I made my Super Weapon (Macuahuitl: A sort of large mallet, like a bat, with sharp and thick slices of a black, shiny crystal known as obsidian incrusted) appearing in my right hand. I also discovered I was in Billy Bob's dungeon, where I used to dominate him (sexually). The other girl and me did our moves so quickly that Billy Bob barely could realize. And we kicked him so hard in his balls that he passed out immediately after that. Then, I hit his head with my Super Weapon. Then, I grabbed his head with my both hands, and I kissed his lips for extracting the data and information I needed. After that, I threw him away. "Damn racist!", I thought. "All whities are the same scum, the same crap with us!", I thought, and I hit his head with my Super Weapon. :rage:

And I addressed to the other girl, and I said her: "Let's ending our missions, and let's go back to our homes". The other girl nodded. Then, I realized the powers I gave her already made effect on her body and her suit: Her hair was outside her zentai suit, as if her clothes were a sort of second skin, which had become so snug and tight that she seemed to be nude and naked. She had became muscular as well, and her breasts and thighs got slightly bigger and chubby while her waist got a little bit more narrow. It was as if I were seeing one of those ancient Greek statues, but in black and with no face. The only part of her suit that wasn't neither tight nor snug was the hood, which made her faceless to some extent: I barely could notice the tip of her nose only. Her renewed, reformed appearance got me horny and aroused again, and made me to forget the wrath that Billy Bob's words provoked me. She realized and said me: "Thank you, Your Sexiness. I needed those powers. And you also look that pretty", and then she posed for me in Cute & Sexy ways. I think she also became able to foresee what others want (not the same that reading minds), because I brought my (good, old film) camera with me. I took her a lot of photos (until the whole, entire film was over). After that, she came to me, and let me to fondle her breasts, abdomen, shoulders, back, crotch and buttocks. And I let her to do the same with me. We spank each other a lot of times too. Accidentally, I converted her in my sister-in-chains (bondage partner), and I became her sister-in-chains (bondage partner) too. We spent about ten minutes that way. And they were so delightful, so delicious... :meow:

- 3 -

While we went out there, we started a conversation:

"Rebecca Staunton, from the U.S.A.; I am half Indian", said me the other girl (in Mufflish, of course). "Rebekah Bech, from Mexico, I am a thoroughbred native Mexican", I answered (in Mufflish, of course). After that, we did a high five. Then, I asked her: "Indian from India? or native American?", and she answered "Damn confusion! It's Indian from India!". So I said her: "Sorry!" and then I giggled. :meow:

Suddenly, we both had the same foreboding (presentiment), and then I made my suit to get in Hyper Zentai mode (A bulletproof zentai suit that covers all my whole, entire body, including my mask, but lets my hair outside). Rebecca went behind me, and I transformed my Super Weapon in the Hyper Shield (Chimalli: Aztec shield, round-shaped, but this version has almost the same size that me, and it's bulletproof; it's able to open a sort of dimension which makes bullets and any projectil to go behind the person that shot it). I gave my Hyper Shield to Rebecca, and I opened the door of that dungeon: Dozens of those henchmen and henchwomen were there, with their guns ready to shoot me. They started to shoot me immediately, but my armored Hyper Zentai Suit stopped the bullets. Behind me, Rebecca came carrying the Hyper Shield before herself. We moved forwards slowly, like a military tank. While I hit and kicked the henchpeople before me and took their guns and sharp weapons off, the shield hurted and injuried the rest of the henchpeople at the rear. We defeated all them after five minutes of shootings. Fortunately, it was an aisle, a corridor, so it was easy... and possible. xD

When we returned to the wide and large living room, the place where I met her, we had the same foreboding again. I took the Hyper Shield again, and I transformed it in my Ultra Whip (a whip that is also a rope... it's pretty long, and it raises its length as I use for my Super, Hyper and Ultra Bondage techniques). When I took the shield off of Rebecca, she already had made her suit getting in its own Hyper mode; it seemed made out of shiny latex. And while I executed my Ultra Bondage Technique on the rest of the henchpeople, which were about twelve dozens of them, Rebecca took their weapons off and hit some henchment that opposed resistence (with such an incredible force that she reminded me of the Street Figther's characters). After that, I converted the handgrip of my Ultra Whip in my Ultra Strap-On. I got dressed with it, and I executed one of my Super Techniques for stealing their vital energy, their knowledge and their physical beauty until making them to look like a bunch of almost died ugly oldmen. Rebecca took that chance as advantage for putting the weapons along with the other things she'll steal. xD

I finished my technique in less than a minute. But carrying the weapons took Rebecca about four or five minutes. Thanks to the American Second Amendment, any guy or gal can have any kind, sort or type of weapon at home. Not like in my country, where there are weapons that only the army and the navy can use and carry, and where only the army's bureaucracy can allow and authorize you to use and carry just certain type of guns only. Fortunately, there's no law that stops you to steal others' mental content. I got all the data and information I needed to know, and even the necessary data and information for training June Gwen (along with Saturnine, my teacher and mistress). The henchmen and henchwomen remained there, passed out on the floor. I untied them up, and I saved my Ultra Whip in the secret place of my suit. When Rebecca finished, returned her suit to its own Super Sexy mode. xD

- 4 -

Before flying away from there, Rebecca and me dealed something: I'd take the records and the tapes for me, and Rebecca would take the rest of those stuffs with her. We agreed that I would share some of them with her from time to time, some day. xD

"You are hidding me something", Rebecca said me. "Yes, you are right", I answered. I approached to her, and I whispered at her ear "I am a boy". "You are kidding me!" Rebecca said. "I am right. The mask makes me a female, and there is a dick under my outfit", I whispered her, and then I put her hand in my crotch. She fondled me as much as she could, and I got horny and aroused; "You are a trap. A trap with boobs. That's so cute, so sexy, so kinky!", she said me. And I answered her: "Yes, I am a booby trap, so let's explore and exploit our Cute & Sexy bodies". xD

And we spent about ten minutes mesmerizing and caressing us, mutually. My last advice for her was "Never take your mask off before me or during your missions. You are the mask. You are the suit, the outfit. It's what makes you Cute & Sexy, Nice & Neat, Amazing, Astonishing and Awesome. Your true identity is your most valued treasure". "That's the why I love my suit, you silly!", she answered. And we kissed us over our masks again during other two minutes, while we fondled, caressed and hugged to each other. Simply, we couldn't release us; the situation became a sort of bondage play, when each one of us were attempting to prove who was the sexier lover, trying to hold each other pair of arms behind our backs and spanking us. My suit got automatically in its Ultra Sexy mode (In that mode, my suit just covers my nipples, anus and crotch). Certainly, I missed the action quite a lot, but I didn't know what she noticed in me. Burglars, due to their inner nature, can't fall in love with other people. But finally, I "defeated" her after holding her arms behind her with one of my hands, grabbind her both two wrists at the same time I was fondling her butt and kissing her. And I took as advantage the fact I still was wearing my Super Strap-On (my dick is hidden inside the suit and then inside the Strap-On because I use it for transmitting or absorbing either vital energy or powers, skills, memories and abilities), so I penetrated her cutest and sexiest body part as soft and kind as I could, and we both had a delightful, delicious orgasm at the same time. Our hair was sparking and floating in the air. Our bodies became muscular. Our nipples became visible under our suits and our breasts became stiff and seemed bigger than they were. In that way, our vital energy reached their limit. We remained that way during other 15 minutes, until we started to feel that characteristic pleasuring pain in our adoracute body parts... :huggle:

Finally, I whispered her: "Remember it, Rebecca: I am Mistress Ramdom, because nobody knows who I am, what I want to get from you and what I'll do you. I am it since I was a teenager, and therefore I have a huge bunch of lots of experience". And she replied me in the same way: "Rembember it, Mistress Ramdom: I am a burglar with ethics. I'll respect you, and I'll never betray you. You have just gotten an ally". :huggle:

- 5 -

She took her stuffs and then went away. And I took my stuffs, and I brought them with me after hidding them in the secret part of my suit (it's between my crotch and my buttocks, by the way; that zone is a sort of endless, limitless sub-space) through the Internet's, CATV's and telephonic cables until arriving to home. xD

I just hope and expect meeting my new sister-in-chains again. It's hard to find such a kind of people nowadays. Besides, I had just gotten another memory to tell. Saturnine will be amazed and astonished when I tell it to her. :meow:
Perfil del DeviantArt (~_°) [2017-I]
Texto tipo Journal para el DeviantArt

Después del eclipse de sangre, ya casi ni gente somos.
Aquí, donde llueve tierra, los signos están rotos.
Xolotl bajó al infierno en forma de perro.
Sólo quedan las casas y los indios colgados en el viento encendido.

Jorge Reyes: A la izquierda del colibrí.


Mis vacaciones terminaron. El regreso a Oaxaca no fue lo que yo esperaba: Sólo volví para recordar porqué me había ido, y al mismo tiempo, porque ya no quería permanecer en Morelia ni un momento más; sólo conseguí enemigos, enfermedades y miseria peor que la que viví en mi tierra. Además, sin mí, mi casa y mi familia, junto con toda la ciudad, estaban de cabeza; no sólo por la situación económica, sino también por la situación política, e incluso el clima. Tuve que corregir todos los desastres, errores y descuidos que aparecieron en mi casa tras mi desaparición. Y aunque extrañaba el sol (y mucho, por culpa de esa odiosa bruma opaca omnipresente en el cielo de Morelia), no es divertido pasar el solsticio de invierno a más de 30°C en una ciudad donde la temperatura máxima durante dicha estación nunca había rebasado los 24°C, ni el ver en la ruina al negocio de mi madre -junto con muchos otros más- por culpa de lo que ocasionan ciertos discursos políticos pronunciados impulsivamente o ciertas reformas a ciertas leyes. Descubrir que volver a mi tierra natal se ha vuelto imposible, y que mi familia también tenía que emigrar, fue una de las experiencias más tristes y decepcionantes de toda mi vida. :(


My Holidays ended. Returning to Oaxaca City was not what I expected: I had just came back for bringing back into my mind again the reason which I left there and, at the same time, because I didn't want to be in Morelia anymore; I just got enemies and foes, diseases and a much more intense poverty than what I faced in my homeland. Furthermore, my home, my family and my city got upside down without me (in a metaphorical sense), and it was not only due to the economical situation, but also due to the political situation and even due to the weather. I had to fix all fails that appeared at home after my disappearance. And I missed the sun though (because of the eternal mist in the Morelian sky), but it's not fun to have a Yuletide at over 85°F in a place where the highest temperature on winter is usually under the 70°F. And it was unnerving and depressing watching how Mom's business got broke -along with much more other ones- due to certain impulsive words said by certain politician or due to certain modifications to certain federal laws. Discovering that returning to my homeland has became impossible, along with the fact that my family also have to fly away from there, was one of my saddest and most disappointing experiences in my whole, entire life. :(


Luego, al volver a ese espantoso infierno al que llaman Morelia... Nunca en mi vida me había sentido peor: No quería irme de Oaxaca, pero tampoco quedarme. Sobre todo por el hecho de haber perdido toda esperanza con respecto a la escuela y a mis propios negocios. Nunca antes le había tenido tanto miedo al futuro a corto plazo, ni a un lugar (ni siquiera la Ciudad de México me asusta tanto), ni mucho menos a un enemigo (o a un conjunto específico de enemigos específicos). Tanto así, que si me quedaba dormido, me costaba trabajo despertar -dormía de catorce a dieciocho horas al día- y sólo tenía pesadillas; si me daba hambre, era tan voraz que no la podía controlar, además de dañina y contraproducente (sólo tenía nauseas, eructos y cólicos eternos); el "stress" era tal que ni siquiera podía ver bien (si de por sí tengo mala visión... no es agradable andar en un lugar desconocido parcialmente ciego y completamente desorientado), ni pensar bien ni recordar bien las cosas (olvidaba hasta mi propio nombre). Parecía como si Rebekah, mi Female Persona, me hubiera abandonado a mi suerte (como me había pasado a los 16 años, en el 2007). :(


After that, when I returned to that dreadful hell-like place known as Morelia... I have never felt worse: I didn't want to leave Oaxaca City, but I didn't want to stay there either. Specially, due to having lost all hope regarding the school and my businesses. I had never been scared of the near future nor a specific place (not even Mexico City scares me that way), yet not even a foe or an enemy (or a specific crew of them). I was so scared, so afraid of all that... If I fell asleep, I couldn't wake up easily, and I just had nightmares only (I slept for about 14-18 hours!). If I got hungry, that hunger was so ravenous that it damaged my guts seriously, indeed (I was thoroughly dizzy, and always eructing and farting loudly; my guts were pretty sore and they hurt like a kick in the balls... literally!). I was so stressed that my sight was unnervingly blurred, and I was quite confused indeed (my sight is already blurred due to astigmatism; it's quite horrible to walk in an unknown place partially blind and totally, thoroughly disoriented, and forgetting even your own name). It seemed as if Rebekah, my Female Persona, had deserted me (like what happened to me in the year 2007, at age 16). :(


¿Porqué? Por culpa de los cinco "exámenes" extraordinarios que debía "presentar" ante los "docentes", quienes se han convertido en mis acérrimos enemigos. Yo sabía perfectamente que de nada serviría presentarlos, porque ellos me reprobarían con tal de deshacerse de mí, y de no tener que volver a verme. Varias veces estuve a punto de darme por vencido y permitir que ese montón de académicos elitistas me derrotara. Me parecieron los oponentes más poderosos que había enfrentado en mi vida. Y la peor parte era que, de los cinco, tres no eran exámenes, sino "tareas" que debía "entregar", los cuales serían "evaluados según su criterio", el cual nunca me explicaron ni me permitieron conocer. Prácticamente, se trataba de una adivinanza, donde tenía que atinarle a la respuesta en un solo intento. Y el que fuera una respuesta correcta o no, no significaba absolutamente nada; sólo importaba que el resultado le gustara a tal o cual "catedrático". Y si hay algo que detesto por sobre todas las cosas es darle gusto al enemigo, sabiendo que lo que hago no le gusta. :rage:


Why? Due to the five "exams" I had to "apply" before the "teachers", who have became in my bitter enemies. I knew perfectly that applying them would be useless for me, because they would made me to fail for getting that I gave up and went away from the school. I was about to give up a lot of lots of times, and letting these bunch of elitist academics to defeat me. They seemed the mightiest opponents I had never faced in my life. And the worst part was that three of those five exams aren't exams, but rather "essay-like homeworks" that I had to "deliver", which would be "evaluated according to their criteria", which one never was explained to me by them. Practically, it consisted of a guess where I had to guess the answer in just one attempt only. It didn't matter whether if my answer were right or not. It just mattered the teachers' likes only. And one of the things I hate the most, over all anothe thing, is being forced to please my enemies, knowing that what I do/make doesn't please them. :rage:


Y a pesar de mi derrota anticipada, presenté esos exámenes; Rebekah me dijo: "Si vas a ser vencido definitivamente por el mundo, al menos deberías perder con estilo y admitir tu derrota dándoles una cachetada con guante blanco, como siempre lo has hecho". Y así lo hice. Por primera vez en muchos años (la última vez que estuve en una situación semejante fue en el 2006, hace diez años y un poco más, cuando iba yo en la secundaria y tenía 14 años de edad; apliqué mi máximo poder, y derroté al sistema educativo de una manera jamás intentada antes... tengo prohibido acercarme a mi antigua secundaria, por cierto), necesitaba hacer algo que sólo hago con mis cosas, las cosas mías de mí, que pertenecen exclusivamente a mi persona y son de mi beneficio y deleite personal: HACER UN ESFUERZO. xD

Mi sombra empolvada cae sobre el tambor de piedra.
En el espejo humeante soplan las flautas funerarias.
En el lago del ombligo de la luna casi siempre hay una respuesta.
Sólo hay que saber cuál es la pregunta correcta...

Jorge Reyes: A la izquierda del colibrí.


In spite of my foreseen defeat, I applied those exams; Rebekah told me: "If you shall be defeated definitively in your struggle against the rest of the world, at least you should lose with swag, as you usually have done it, so they will feel like the pathetic human beings they are". And so I did. By first time in a lot of years (the last time I was in such a situation was the year 2006, ten years and a little bit ago, when I was at the junior high school and I was 14 years old; I used my highest level of power, and I defeated the educative system in such a never-tried-before way... I am banned of the neighborhood where that school is, by the way), I needed doing something that I do with my own stuffs of me only, for my personal benefit and pleasure only: MAKING AN EFFORT. xD


Durante los exámenes extraordinarios, sólo uno de aquellos maestros se declaró abiertamente como mi enemigo, mientras todos los demás decidieron permanecer al margen, y sólo intervinieron de manera tangencial. Ese maestro (el loco de los símbolos simbólicos) me dijo: "Si por mí fuera, haría pedazos tu trabajito en tu cara, y te reprobaría de una vez; tú no debes estar aquí, y nunca debiste haber venido". Y a pesar de lo mucho que me detesta y aborrece ahora (sin manifestarlo nunca en público), de todas maneras me aprobó. Lo mismo ocurrió con todos los demás exámenes. Yo, simple y sencillamente, no lo podía creer: Por primera vez en muchos años, mi poder para "hackear" a las personas (elegantemente, a eso lo llaman "demagogia") no sólo había vuelto a mí (mejor dicho, gracias a la cooperación de Rebekah), sino que, al haberlo utilizado a su máxima potencia -yo diría que "le metí turbo y nitro"- funcionó de manera espectacular. xD


During those special exams, only one of those teachers declared before me, in my face, to be my enemy and foe, while the rest of them stayed on the outside. That teacher (yes, the silly guy of the symbolic symbols) said me: "If I were up to me, I'd tear your damn homework to pieces, and I'd make you to fail right now; you must not be here". And despite how much he hates and loathes me (without expressing his hatred against me in public), anyways he make me to approve. The same happened with the rest of the exams. I couldn't believe it: By first time in a lot of years, my power for "hacking" people (in a fancy, elegant way, it's known as "demagogy") not just had came back to me (rather, thanks to Rebekah's cooperation), but, using it at its highest level, it worked in an awesome, astonishing and amazing way. xD


A través de esos textos, no sólo había hecho retroceder a mis enemigos, sino que también me gané su respeto, sin importar lo que realmente sienten por mí. Por fin les había quedado claro que yo ya soy escritor, que yo soy inteligente independientemente de mi origen étnico, raza y color de piel, y que fácilmente puedo superar a cualquier otra persona que estudie la misma carrera que yo si así me lo propongo. Incluso, no sólo obtuve la calificación más alta posible en un examen extraordinario en la materia de esa ex-soviética chiflada que me había hecho la vida imposible reprobándome a placer, sino que además logré descifrar qué es lo que quiere y espera de sus alumnos en sus materias. Por primera vez en muchos años (la última vez que me pasó fue en el año 2011, hace seis años y un poco más, cuando yo estuve en aquella universidad a la que llamaba "la rancho-escuela" y tenía 19 años de edad, donde solía estudiar una ingeniería en energías renovables; mi habilidad con las palabras y esa emoción especial fueron suficientes para sostenerme durante cinco semestres en un lugar donde prácticamente la escuela entera me repudiaba, y cualquier pretexto era suficiente como para lograr que me expulsaran definitivamente) pude volver a sentir aquello que me impulsaba a continuar y a seguir adelante en terrenos hostiles, con guerra sin cuartel declarada en mi contra y estando yo completamente solo (en realidad, no soy yo, sino Rebekah quien ha decidido compartir conmigo esa sensación de ser invencible). Pasados los exámenes, recuperé mi salud física y psicológica casi por completo. xD

Estoy tan acostumbrado a estar vivo,
que ni cuenta me di cuando me convertí en zopilote.
Cuando vuelo, no tengo miedo,
nadie me ha podido alcanzar.
En la casa del colibrí no se ha escuchado la última palabra.

Jorge Reyes: A la izquierda del colibrí.


Through those texts, I haven't just forced to my enemies going backwards, but also I got their respect disregarding what they really feel about me. At least they understood I already am a writer, that I am smart disregarding my ethnic origins, race and skin color, and that I can go beyond and run over another student of my career if I want to. Even I haven't just got the highest possible result in a special exam of the subject taught by that mad former Sovietic female teacher that used to make me to fail just because, but also I got to decypher what she wants and expects in her subjects from her pupils. By first time in many years (the last time I was in such a situation, it was the year 2011, six years and a little bit ago, when I was at my second university, in an ugly cowboyish village and I was 19 years old; I used to study an engineering at renewable energies there. My skill at words, and that special feeling were enough to hold on and impulse me five more degrees of six months each one, in a place where I was hated and loathed by the whole, entire school's population and any pretext had been enough to ban me), I could feel that special feeling that used to impulse me to continue struggling and striving for what I want in hostile lands, all by myself (well... Not just me. Rather, Rebekah shared with me her sensation of "being invincible"). After the exams, I recovered my physical and pshychological health. xD


Y el día de regresar a la pequeña e insignificante sucursal de la U.N.A.M. en la "ciudad" de Morelia llegó. Mas no contaba yo con volver a ver a mis otros enemigos: Los compañeros de mi salón... Yo tenía la idea de que por lo menos diez o quince se darían por vencidos y abandonarían esa carrera, pero no. Todos -menos aquellos con los que sí me llevaba bien- volvieron. Y el momento de haberlos visto fue tan decepcionante y deprimente que estuve a punto de caer de nuevo. Pero Rebekah (en mi mente) apareció para sostenerme, como hace tiempo que no lo hacía (la última vez que estuve en una situación semejante fue en el inicio del año 2010, hace siete años, cuando tenía 18 años de edad y me recuperé de aquel brutal golpe de la vida tras haber contraído la influenza porcina y, por ello, haber sido expulsado de mi primera universidad, donde solía estudiar una ingeniería en electrónica; mi segunda personalidad y el amor que sentía por mi antigua prometida, así como las promesas que le había hecho a ésta última, me sostuvieron y me impulsaron a una aventura más: mi segunda universidad). xD


And the day to go back to "that school" in Morelia arrived. However, I didn't considered the presence of my other enemies and foes: My classmates... I thought at least ten or fifteen of them would give up and desert the career, but not. All -with exception of the guys which I got along with- were back. The moment when I saw them there again was so disappointing and depressing that I was about to fall defeated again. But Rebekah (inside me) appeared to hold me on, like in my good, old golden ages (the last time I was in such a situation it was the beginning of the year 2010, seven years ago, when I was 18 years old and I had just recuperated of that horrible situation, after catching the swine flu and, due to that, being kicked off from my first university, where I used to study an engineering at electronics; my Female Persona and the love I felt to my former fianceé, as well as all what I promised her, held me on and impulsed me to one more adventure: my second university). xD


Fue como si la misma Rebekah se hubiera apropiado de mi cuerpo: Tomé la pose más altanera, altiva y arrogante posible, y sin siquiera mirarlos ni poner atención a sus tonterías tomé asiento en mi salón, en mi lugar de siempre; semejante experiencia me hizo recordar mis últimos años de juventud, y por un momento me volví a sentir joven y con ganas de vivir y de tener ganas. Y a partir de entonces, volví a adquirí valor y fuerza para ignorarlos y desdeñarlos como ellos lo hacen conmigo, sin que lo que ellos me hagan me afecte en lo más mínimo. Después de todo, siempre he sido un solitario distante de la sociedad y del entorno inmediato. Creo que el segundo semestre será bueno para mí. xD


It was as if Rebekah, personally, had controlled my body instead me: I set myself in the most arrogant and haughty pose possible, and without even seeing them nor paying attention to their usual stupidities, I took my usual seat. Such a situation reminded me of my last years of youth, and for a little moment I felt young and willing to live again. From then on, I acquired bravery to ignore and desdain them, just like what they make me, without what they make me affects me at all. After all, I always have been an aloof lone ranger, always distant from the commoners. I think this second degree, which will last six months, will be Nice & Neat for me. xD
Perfil del DeviantArt (~_°) [2016-XII]
Texto tipo Journal para el DeviantArt


No había podido actualizar mi perfil del DeviantArt hasta el día de hoy por culpa de mi vieja y lenta computadora, que "ya anda en las últimas". Una computadora portátil nueva está esperándome en mi verdadera casa, en Oaxaca, junto con mi familia y las pocas personas de la vida real que me estiman... un poquito. :meow:


I had not been able to update my DA's profile... thus far. My old, slow computer is the guilty. A brand-new portable computer is waiting for me at home, in Oaxaca City, along with my family and the few people from the real life that doesn't hate me... so much. :meow:


Pero ya es tarde. Me demostré a mí mismo una vez más y de una vez por todas que yo no sirvo para estar seis horas calentando un asiento en una escuela, y soportando todo lo que me digan y lo que me hagan. Yo creo que veinticinco años de edad son ya demasiados, y que a mi edad, en vez de ir a la escuela, escribir (cosas fantasiosas, pero que siguen el canon de belleza literaria reconocido por los académicos... neoclásicos) y dibujar (caricaturas de monitos chinos, con temas tipo "Steven Universe", tramas tipo "Hora de Aventura" y sucesos tipo "Saint Seiya"), y ver caricaturas (es normal que un niño vea caricaturas, pero la gente considera raro y hasta enfermizo que un adulto lo haga), debería estar ganando dinero en un empleo real (empleo de oficina, claro). :(


But it's too late. I have proved to myself that I am useless at "keeping warm a seat at school", bearing all kinds of bullying, once again and for all. I think 25 years old are too much and, at my age, I shouldn't go to school, write (high fantasy, despite all what I write follows the canon established by... neoclassical academics), draw (anime-like cartoons, with themes like the one on "Steven Universe" and plots like the one on "Adventure Time", and "Saint Seiya-like" stuffs), and watch cartoons (It's normal when kids watch cartoons, but people think it's weird and immature when an adult watch cartoons), and I should be earning money at work (a true work, at an office). :(


Pero la vida me ha puesto una trampa, una encrucijada: El momento más crítico, determinante y decisivo ha llegado... ¿Debo retirarme de todo lo que me gusta para siempre, borrar todo lo que queda en el Internet, dejarme vencer por todos los demás a mi alrededor -en la vida real- y resignarme a la vida de cualquier mortal, sin títulos universitarios ni ilusiones ni meta alguna que me motiven a vivir? ¿O debo aferrarme más fuerte que nunca a todo ello y demostrar por otros medios que puedo convertirme en una estrella y derrotar a los académicos con mi vida y obra, aunque no logre obtener títulos universitarios y, por lo tanto, no lograr más que ser otro artista popular más, al que consideren indigno de ser mencionado en una escuela?


But life has left me a booby trap: The most critical moment has arrived: Must I quit all what I enjoy ever after, to get retired from the Internet and delete all my stuffs, letting others -in the real life- to defeat me and resingning me to live the life of any mortal, without diplomas, neither dreams nor goals? Or must I cling to all what I enjoy as tight as possible, and proving through other ways that I can become a star, and defeating academics with my artworks, disregarding that I never could get a diploma and, therefore, I'd be just another common artist, unworthy of being mentioned at any school?


Desde mi última actualización a la fecha, las cosas empeoraron para mí. La gente con la que compartía la casa ya estaba planeando cómo deshacerse de mí... Literalmente, porque a ellos les gustaba embriagarse y drogarse hasta vomitar -literalmente- y hacer la mayor cantidad de orgías posible (me gusta el B.D.S.M., pero sin alcohol ni drogas; el sexo por sólo sexo no me llama la atención en lo más mínimo). Me han amenazado de muerte antes, pero nunca pensé que lo llegaran a hacer en serio algún día. Que lo hagan una o dos veces podría ser considerado normal, pero que lo hagan todas las noches es algo insoportable. Y como a mí no me gustaba lo que hacían, pues... Me tuve que cambiar de casa y, aunque vivo en la misma colonia y a cincuenta metros de la escuela, vivo en las mismas condiciones en las que solía vivir antes de irme de Oaxaca. :(


Since I updated by last time, things got worse for me. The guys that shared the house with me attempted to murder me... literally. They usually get drunk until vomiting -literally- and organizing as much orgies as possible (I like BDSM, but without alcohol nor drugs; sex for the sex's sake is not fun for me). I have been threatened before, but I never thought this time would be something serious. Doing it once or twice might be considered as normal, but doing it every night is something unbearable. And since I disliked what they do... I had to move and, although I live in the same neighborhood and at almost in front of the school, I live in the same conditions how I used to live before going away from Oaxaca City. :(


Mis compañeros de salón me ignoran por completo, y hasta fingen en ocasiones que soy invisible. Durante años soporté toda clase de bullying físico y psicológico, pero nunca antes me había enfrentado a algo así. Además, les divierte provocar malos entendidos a costa mía, y meterme en problemas con los maestros. Ahora soy el enemigo público número uno del salón, y el primero contra el que se van cuando algo sale mal. Evitan, en la medida de lo posible, que me entere de cosas importantes, tales como la hora y fecha de reposición de clases, de exámenes, de viajes de prácticas, etc. Y han desarrollado un odio tal contra mí que, cuando se enteraron que reprobé cinco materias, y que probablemente, nunca más me volverían a ver, no sólo se pusieron eufóricos, sino que -hasta donde yo sé- han hecho hasta convivios con alcohol y sexo para celebrarlo. Los únicos dos a los que yo sí les caía bien, dejaron de ir a la escuela hace varias semanas. Ahora estoy completamente solo. :(


My classmates ignores me totally, thoroughly, and even they sometimes pretend that I am invisible and voiceless. During lots of yers, I beared all types of physical and psychological bullying, but I have never faced something like that before. Moreover, they have fun causing misunderstandings first and implying me as the guilty of them later, and making me to have problems with the teachers. They avoid, as much as possible, that I know about important things, stuffs and matters related with the school, such as dates of exams, dates of extra classes, dates for travels (we usually travel for investigations related with the subjects), etc. And they have developed such a hatred against me that, when they realized I failed five subjects and, therefore, maybe they would not spend time with me again, not only got overly euphoric, but also -as far as I know- they have made parties with alcohol and sex to celebrate that fact. The only two classmates that got along with me left to go to the school some weeks ago. Now, I am all by myself. :(


Y en cuanto a los maestros... Nunca conocí maestros como ésos. Han existido maestros a los que no le agrado y que, por lo mismo, solían reprobarme a propósito. Sin embargo, el sistema educativo siempre me favoreció, y por ello nunca pudieron derrotarme... Hasta ahora, porque a estos maestros (E.N.E.S., sucursal de U.N.A.M. en Morelia, Michoacán, México) no les importa que uno se sepa de memoria todo lo que estudió en sus materias, que uno muestre interés en sus clases, que uno participe en sus clases, ni mucho menos que se les adule, que se les consienta, que se les haga plática y se les diga que sus investigaciones son lo máximo, lo sean o no, con tal de lograr llevarse bien con ellos. Ellos deciden, de manera absoluta y arbitraria, quién se convierte en la estrella del salón y quién será desechado para que no pase al siguiente semestre. Y casi lo logran conmigo. :(


Regarding the teachers... I have never met teachers like those ones. There have been teachers who dislike me and, therefore, used to make me to fail their subjects intentionally. However, the educative system always favored me and that is the why they could never defeat me... Thus far, because those teachers ( don't care that oneself can be capable to learn by heart all the whole, entire topics of their subjects, to be interested in their classes, to participate in their classes, and not even to be spoiled, flattered and told that their investigations are awesome, whether they are or not, in order to get along with them. They decide who shall be the classroom's star and who shall be thrown away. They almost get it with me. :(


La peor parte es que, apantentemente, no hay parámetros que me ayuden a determinar a quién eligen ellos y a quién discriminan, pero todos mis indicios apuntan a que se debe, probablemente, al hecho de que yo no pertenezco ni a la misma clase social (clase alta), ni al mismo lugar de origen (Ciudad de México, Estado de México, Jalisco, Michoacán, Guanajuato, Querétaro, Aguascalientes, estados abundantes en gente rica y de tez blanca) que mis compañeros, y que probablemente también me rechacen debido a mi desagradable y nada estética apariencia física. Además, son hipócritas, refinadamente crueles, insidiosos e insoportables, y parecen más bien una bola de chiflados que doctores en cosas de literatura. :(


The worst part of all this hell's shit is there's no parameters that help me to determine who will be chosen by them, and who will be rejected, but all my clues indicates that, probably, it's due to the fact I don't belong to the same social class (high class), that I am not from the same place that my classmates (Mexico City, and states at the Center and West of Mexico City, which are rich states, inhabited by pale-skinned people), and perhaps due to my disliking physical appearance. Besides, they are hypocritical, cuel in a fine way, insidious and unbearable, and they seem rather a bunch of insane guys than doctors at literature's stuffs. :(


* Hay, por ejemplo, un pobre tipo que cree que hay símbolos ocultos en "El Libro Vaquero", "Lo Insólito", "Sensacional de Traileros", "Playboy", las fotonovelas de Corín Tellado, etc. (sí, símbolos como los que hay en "Gravity Falls") y que piensa que lo más chafa y aborrecible de la literatura (no, no me refiero ni siquiera a Crepúsculo ni a 50 Sombras de Gay, sino a cosas que están en revistas baratas, como las revistas que acabo de mencionar) es digno de Nobel sólo porque a lo más bajo e iletrado de la sociedad le gusta, y que por eso lo compran. Su esposa y principal colaboradora, que también da clases, está obsesionada con las sirenas (no cree en ellas, pero le encanta estudiarlas... eso no tiene ningún sentido para mí), lo paranormal (no cree en nada paranormal, pero creo que en secreto se burla de todo lo que los demás le cuentan... estoy seguro que a ella y a su marido les encanta robarse historias debido a probable falta de creatividad) y con todos los cuerpos de agua en general (seguramente, se imagina viviendo como sirena en ellos), pero más con los lagos de Michoacán (Pátzcuaro, Cuitzeo, etc.). Ella usa su "encanto encantador" para hacer que todos los demás hagan lo que ella quiera que hagan (es como tener de frente a Lucy y a Nyu de "Elfen Lied"). xD


* For example, there is a poor guy that think there are hidden symbols in Playboy and other cheap, pulp-like magazines (yes, symbols like the ones on "Gravity Falls"). He also thinks the cheesiest, boring literature (texts much worse than "Twilight" saga or "Fifty Shames of Gay" saga) deserves Nobel prizes just because it's liked by the most ignorant, illiterate sectors of the Mexican society, and that's the why they buy such a crap. His wife and main co-worker, also teacher of me, is obsessed with mermaids (She not even believe in them, so why does she study them? It doesn't make any sense!), paranormal events (I bet she surely mocks of all what people tells her... I am sure they steal people's stories maybe due to lack of creativity) and with all rivers and lakes in general (She surely dreams about living as a mermaid in them), but specially with Michoacanian Great Lakes (Patzcuaro, Cuitzeo, etc.). She also uses her "charming charms" for making others to do exactly what she wants they do (It's like being before Lucy & Nyu from "Elfen Lied"). xD


* Otro triste ejemplo es aquella rusa ex-soviética con post-doctorado, obsesionada con la época barroca y "la religiosidad en la Nueva España" (más bien, fanatismo y confusión de creencias); estará, pues, muy preparada, pero no es capaz de decir nada coherente a pesar de que es filióloga en lenguas derivadas del latín (mezcla arcaísmos con palabras más propias de dialectos sudamericanos del español... Tengo suerte de haber leído de chiquito el diccionario, pero a veces ni eso me ayuda), sin contar que no sabe ni lo que pregunta en sus exámenes, que todo el mundo reprueba. Además, ella es una persona terriblemente desagradable, a la que le encanta siempre burlarse de todos los que tienen que tratar con ella, y de todo lo que hace o no hace (una vez se estaba burlando de su propio hijo, al que le machucó el dedo -seguramente a propósito- con una de las puertas de su gigantesco auto... ¿Qué clase de persona es alguien así?). :(


* Another example is a Russian woman (rather, former Sovietic woman) with post-doctorate, obsessed with the Baroque period and "Religiousness in New Spain" (rather, fanatism and mixture of beliefs); she surely would be a "library worm", but she is not able to say a comprehensible sentence despite she studied Philiology at Roman-like languages (she usually mixes outdated Spanish words with slang that comes from South-America. Fortunately, I read the dictionary when I was a little child, but sometimes even dictionaries are useless with her), without considering she not even have a little idea about what she asks for her incomprehensible exams; nobody is able to pass her subjects. Furthermore, she is disliking and loves to mock everybody and everything (once, she mocked her own son; she -perhaps intentionally- bruised  her son's thumb with one of the doors of her huge car, a SUV. What kind of woman is someone like her?). :(


La peor parte es que, como esos tres maestros -precisamente ellos- tienen plaza y fundaron la carrera, se sienten los dueños de Morelia. Puedo llevarme perfectamente con personas de clase baja y de clase media (por muy vulgares e ignorantes que puedan llegar a ser algunos de ellos, al menos son más auténticos y más sinceros), pero por más que me esfuerce, no puedo tolerar las payasadas, caprichos y exigencias de la gente de clase alta, como mis compañeros y mis maestros. De ahí que me pregunte si realmente valió la pena gastar aproximadamente $25,000.00 Pesos Mexicanos (MXN), mudarme 840 kilómetros al oeste de mi casa y enfrentar situaciones y personas mucho peores que las que viví en mi tierra natal. Comparado con todo esto, lo que viví en las dos universidades en las que estuve antes, en un preparatoria particular donde duré sólo un semestre, en la secundaria y en todas las primarias donde estuve, no es nada. :(


The worstest part is, since those three teachers -precisely, them- established the career and were hired to be here permanently, they feel like Morelia's overlords. I can get along perfectly with people from the low and the middle class (disregarding how much vulgar and illiterate they might be, at least they are sincere and authentic), but despite all my efforts, I can't bear the foolishness, whims and demands from the high class' people, like my teachers and classmates. Hence, I wonder if really was worthwhile to spend about $1250 US Dollars (1200 Euroes or 1000 Great Britain's Sterling Pounds), moving 522 miles at the west from home, and facing people and situations that are much worse than what I faced in my homeland. :(


Desafortunadamente, cuatro materias aprobadas no pueden hacer nada contra cinco materias reprobadas de nueve en total. Incluso, reprobé inglés, a pesar de que ya puedo leerlo de corrido, escribirlo correctamente y hasta pronunciarlo (mi pronunciación es muy australiana; mi nivel es el C2). Todo, porque el pobre maestro de inglés tiene una pronunciación espantosamente incomprensible, y horrores de ortografía que ni los niños gringos de primaria tienen: Cambia "z" por "s" ("realise", "criticise" en vez de "realize", "criticize"), pone "u" después de "o" ("colour", "flavour" en vez de "color", "flavor"), confunde los pasados con los participios, confunde "may" con "might", usa frases que nunca en mi vida había visto ("rote learning" en vez de "learnt by heart"), usa "of" donde debería usar "about" ("think of" y "dream of" en vez de "think about" y "dream about") y usa "should" donde debería usar "ought". :rage:


Unfortunately, four subjects that were passed succesfully are nothing compared with five failed subjects, from nine in total. Even I failed English, despite I can read it fluently, write it correctly and even pronounce it (my pronunciation is very Australian, but my language level is C2). All this just because the poor English teacher has an awfully incomprehensible pronunciation, and horrible ortographic flaws that not even American kindergarteans have: He trades "z" with "s" ("realise", "criticise" instead of "realize", "criticize"), adds an "u" after an "o" ("colour", "flavour" instead of "color", "flavor"), confuses the past tense and the perfect present tense with the perfect past tense , confuses "may" with "might", uses phrases that I have never seen in my life ("rote learning" instead of "learnt by heat"), misuses "of" (he uses it where he should use "about" instead: "think of" and "dream of" instead of "think about" and "dream about"), and uses "should" where he should use "ought" instead. :rage:


¿Cómo es que gente así llega a ese tipo de empleos? Entiendo que todos estemos forzados a hablar el inglés americano por Internet (y hasta por radio) para mantenerse en contacto con otras personas alrededor del mundo, pero jamás he visto a los gringos hablar o escribir de esa manera (a menos que sea gente demasiado ignorante, demasiado aislada, o que se trate de películas mal dobladas al inglés o sitios de Internet chafas... De repente hasta el DA mete la pata con la ortografía, y todavía hay partes que no sé qué dicen, por lo mismo). Me costó dos años y mucho esfuerzo aprender inglés, y no es como para que cualquier tipo venga y me diga que estoy mal. :rage:


How the fucking hell's shit does that kind of people arrive to that kind of jobs? I understand that all us have to speak English in a mandatory way in order to keep in touch with other people around the world on the Internet (and even on the radio), but I have never seen Americans speaking English that way (unless being too ignorant, too isolated, or watching misdubbed movies or reading cheesy Internet websites... Someties, even the DA slips up; there still are parts of this website that I can't read due to that). Learning English took me two years and huge effort, and it's not for allowing any Dick or Harry come to me and say me I am wrong. :rage:


Lo mismo con las otras cinco materias. Me costó muchos años de mi vida aprender sobre cuestiones literarias y antropológicas como para que vengan tipos que, usando de pretexto sus títulos, me quieran corregir (falacia por argumento de autoridad) y hasta se dignen en decirme que "es mi obligación desaprender lo que me han enseñado". Nada más les faltó decir "nosotros somos la verdad absoluta, así que crean en nosotros y repitan como pericos lo que les enseñamos, que serán salvados", por decir lo menos. :rage:


The same with the other five subjects. It took me huge efforts and lots of years learning about literary and anthropologic stuffs. It's not for allowing any Guy & Gal that, using their diplomas as pretext, want to correct me, and even dare to declare "it's my obligation to unlearn all what I have been taught". They just lacked to tell me: "We are the absolute truth, so just believe in us and repeat like parrots all what we have taught you, so you shall be saved", at least. :rage:


¿Libre pensamiento? ¡Sí, como no! Van a clases cuando quieren, como quieren, donde quieren y si quieren (no les importa ni les gusta dar clases, aunque sea su responsabilidad y se les esté pagando por ello; sólo les interesa que los llamen a congresos y conferencias, porque los pobres tipos se sienten como estrellas de cine, aunque sus investigaciones sean puros disparates o cosas improductivas), no resuelven dudas (terminan siempre refiriendo algún libro inconseguible o algún sitio de Internet en inglés, lleno de tecnicismos, y lo hacen de muy mal modo), y creen que el mundo entero, y en especial sus alumnos, están a su disposición cuando ellos quieran (cambian a capricho las fechas de examen, de tareas, de clases, de viaje de prácticas, etc.). Ellos lo llaman "libertad de cátedra". Yo creo que más bien es egoísmo e indolencia. :(


Free thinking? Sure... They give classes when they want to, how they want to, where they want to, and if they want to do it (They neither care nor like to give classes, although it's their responsibility and they are paid for it; they just care to be called for conferences, because those poor guys and gals feel like movie's divas, disregarding the fact their investigations consist of mere stupidities), they never answer questions (they always mention the name of a rare book or an overly complex website written totally, thoroughly in hard English; and they do it in a moody, disliking way), and think the whole humankind, specially their students, are willing to do what they want to, when they want to, where they want to (they modify whimsically dates for exams, for homeworks, for classes, for scholar travels, etc.). :(


¿Porqué escribo todo esto? Simple: Ellos jamás se rebajarían a tratar con nosotros, las estrellas de Internet, ni mucho menos se bajarían de sus nubes para mirar la obra de la gente normal (aunque, irónicamente, muchas de sus tesis doctorales tratan sobre "las manifestaciones populares de la cultura de masas"... hasta el título suena a burla) sin juzgarla ni criticarla según sus conceptos. Ellos jamás le verán lo artístico a una radionovela (una bien hecha, claro), una serie de televisión (una bien hecha, claro), un anime, un manga o una canción común (ellos ya ni siquiera aprecian la música clásica); pareciera que ya nada los conmueve ni los inspira (alguien así no sólo no puede, sino que no debe estudiar cosas artísticas). Por ahora están enfocados a estudiar "lo popular", es decir, lo más bajo de lo más bajo en lo más bajo de la sociedad más baja, y ni así aprecian lo que ven. :rage:


Why did I write all this crap? Simple: They never would be willing to deal with us, Internet stars, and not even they would dare to descend to the Earth for watching what normal, common people makes (Ironically, their thesis consists of "people's expressions of the people's culture"... even the title seems a mock!) without criticizing it, according to their weird concepts. They never will find the artistic stuffs on a radio play (a Nice & Neat radio play, of course), a TV series (a Nice & Neat one, of course), an anime, a manga or a song (they not even can appreciate classical music!); it seems there's nothing able to touch their hears (people like that is not able to study artistic stuffs). Now, they are focused on "people's art", i.e., the lowest of the lowest in the lowest of the lowest social sectors, and not even they can appreciate what they see. :rage:


A veces pienso que no lo hacen por interés ni por dinero, sino por el mero morbo de criticar a otro con abstracciones incomprensibles sin que el otro ni los demás se den cuenta. Y por si fuera poco, ya poco me importa si lo llegasen a leer. De todas maneras ya tengo un pie afuera de la escuela (el otro pie ya está listo para volver a su hogar, donde el clima es uno y es estable, donde hay pinos y mucha comida buena y barata, y donde las calles son cuadradas), y nadie me extrañará... Excepto las personas que conocí en los diminutos mercados morelianos (morelianos auténticos, con acento "cantadito y ranchero", no como esos mexiquenses emigrados, indeseables e insoportables donde quiera que van, como los que también hay en Oaxaca), como una de las muchas señoras que venden "carnitas michoacanas", a la que le compro seguido; su sobrina, una niña de diez años, es lo suficientemente inteligente, despierta y especial como para haberme inspirado: la convertí en un personaje principal de "Radiofrecuencias Microondas" (Kiroga, quien será el reemplazo de Rebekah en el "Kombate" y el "Kombate de tres Equis", mientras Rebekah enfrenta a los "Akadémikos" a la vez que entrena a Kiroga, junto con Saturnine). Le di un discurso motivacional muy bueno: Le dije que no importaba si ella dejaba la escuela, que a la gente lo que le importaba era el papel, pero que si quería superarse, viera por aprender acerca de todo lo que le interesa, y que no importaba si continuaba el negocio familiar de tacos (de hecho, como vendedora tiene un gran futuro por delante; es otra calculadora humana con manos veloces y enorme memoria, igual que mi madre y yo cuando era chiquito) si ella al mismo tiempo aspiraba a ser lo mejor en cualquier cosa a la que se dedicara o que quisiera dedicarse. A esa niñita le gusta mucho el dinero, así que yo supongo que ya sabe qué quiere en la vida. Si mis compañeros no fueran tan chocantes y vieran por conocer más allá de lo que ya han visto, entenderían el valor de las "flores de loto", a las que yo aprecio tanto y que tanta esperanza en la humanidad me dan. Recordemos que la flor de loto obtiene su aroma del agua podrida del pantano, y que yo siempre he encontrado la forma de convertir todas mis penas y desgracias en divertidos cuentos con dibujos. De mi visita a Morelia podré sacar mucho más material para mis obras artísticas... a menos que decida renunciar, si mi creación no me resultara redituable o por lo menos del gusto del público. Mientras tanto, esos doctorcitos se quedarán plantados en suelo michoacano hasta que los despidan o hasta que el cuerpo les aguante, haciendo nada productivo con sus vidas. Les agradezco que me hayan visitado, y también por sus compras. Ustedes pagaron mi educación, y encontraré la forma de recompensarlos... algún día. xD
Perfil del DeviantArt (~_°) [2016-IX]
Texto tipo Journal para el DeviantArt


El 1 de agosto fue el día en que yo renuncié a mi aburrida y jodida vida en la ciudad de Oaxaca para hacer realidad mi último sueño: Convertirme en escritor profesional. Sin embargo, creyendo que mi situación mejoraría, en realidad sigo estando tan mal como antes. Sólo que ahora vivo entre gente extraña, en una "ciudad" extraña, y voy a una escuela extraña llena de gente extraña que hace cosas extrañas, y que - no obstante - piensa (tanto la gente en la escuela como la gente de la "ciudad") que el extraño soy yo. :(


August the First was the day when I gave up to continue my boring, empoverished life at Oaxaca City in order to come true my last dream ever: Becoming a professional writer. However, my situation, instead of getting better, it's remaining the fucking same, but now I live among weird people, in a weird "city", and I study in a weird school fulfilled with weird people that does and makes weird things and stuffs and - nevertheless - thinks (people from the city and people from that school) that the only weird one is me. :(


Resulta que sí, que sí es un "campus" de la Universidad Nacional Autónoma de México. Ese insignificante dato me tomó por sorpresa. Lejos de ser cualquier escuelita, ha logrado cierto "status" y está en vías de convertirse en un punto de referencia más para la "ciudad". Lástima que esté en Morelia. Es un lugar cien veces peor que Oaxaca: Las calles, con el pavimento totalmente destruído, son un verdadero laberinto. El centro de la ciudad es de los lugares más feos y horribles que he visto. Fuera de una especie de zoológico y "el centro histórico", no hay nada para visitar. La carretera principal pasa justo enfrente de la famosa catedral, como si se tratara de un pueblo. De hecho, Morelia no es una ciudad, sino más bien un pueblo super crecido cuyo desarrollo urbano y comercial está como a quince o veinte años por detrás de la ciudad de Oaxaca. :(


Resuming (because I don't know how to treat about things, stuffs and matters that only we, Mexicans, can understand): Morelia is four times smaller than Oaxaca City, and it's a horrible place to live due to its chaotic and destroyed streets, with nothing interesting to visit and whose urban plan remembers oneself a village rather than a city. :(

{ESPAÑOL: Sólo para mexicanos/Mexicans only}

La peor parte se la lleva el sistema de transporte urbano: Un montón de "Kombies" (que de Kombi, o sea, Volkswagen Tipo 2, ya no tienen nada; malditas sean Nissan y Toyota por hacer vehículos tan chafas) feas y destartaladas han invadido a la ciudad. Los culpables son las organizaciones de izquierda política, derivadas del P.R.I. (maldito sea el marxismo), cuyos choferes se caracterizan por ser rudos al manejar, groseros, incompetentes, imprudentes e indiferentes. Al menos los choferes de los taxis foráneos colectivos oaxaqueños conocen los lugares a donde van, y las calles y carreteras por donde pasan. Los pobres cuates de las Kombies no conocen ni sus propias rutas. Además, nunca falta el burro que te toma desprevenido, te jala de la ropa y te ordena a gritos pasarle el dinero del pasaje al chofer, siempre de mala gana. Y luego, el chofer grita o chifla que agarren el cambio para pasarlo, de muy mal modo. Y lo peor es que los morelianos son aún más conformistas que los oaxaqueños, ya que hasta creen que las Kombies son buenas dizque porque van más rápido que los grandes camiones urbanos que solían tener, y que son muy necesarias. Esos armatostes se meten por calles ultra-angostas que parecen salidas de alguna película de terror, recorren rutas que no tienen ningún sentido (porque están hechas de tal forma que la gente siempre se ve obligada a transbordar, y por lo tanto, a gastar mucho más dinero) y son mucho más incómodas que los taxis foráneos de Oaxaca, porque casi siempre circulan como "lata de sardinas", con la gente adentro y de pie (sin tener de dónde agarrarse en caso de frenado imprevisto), y por lo mismo, nunca falta el pobre tipo que te cae encima, y que por más que te lo quieras quitar de encima, no puedes. Aparte que el pasaje es extremadamente caro,, y que si uno se pierde en la ciudad, casi siempre es por culpa de los choferes de las Kombies. :(


Desde que llegué a Morelia me ha ido bastante mal: Con tal de vivir lo más cerca posible de la escuela, renté un cuarto en una casa ubicada en una colonia peligrosísima, cuyas calles o están siempre sospechosamente solitarias o están llenas de gente viciosa o gente que al pasar se me quedan viendo horrible, como si fuera yo un extra-terrestre o algo así. La dueña de la casa es una de las pocas personas amables que he conocido en Morelia (en Oaxaca somos huraños y desconfiados por naturaleza, y el sólo mirar mal a alguien le cuesta a uno muy caro, mas los morelianos son capaces de ofenderte con una simple mirada, sin motivo aparente), pero los adolescentes (de 19 y 21 años, respectivamente) con los que tengo que vivir en la misma casa son insoportables e insufribles. Una cosa era soportar el desorden, la suciedad, el ruido y la basura generados por mis hermanos, y otra cosa es tolerarlo de parte de extraños. Eso, sin contar que soy yo el único que limpia y ordena toda la casa (porque soy el único que sabe hacer ese tipo de cosas), y el único que está pendiente de que nada indispensable falte (porque ellos, como muchas personas, sólo van a la escuela "para ver a sus amigos"). Esos pobres tontos, además de ruidosos, egoístas e inmaduros, son extremadamente irrespetuosos y entrometidos. Me tomó casi todo el mes de agosto darles a entender que yo no soy igual a ellos, y que yo, por tener mayor edad, experiencia e inteligencia que ellos, merezco ser respetado (o que por lo menos no se me acerquen), y que a mí no me interesan ni sus tontos amigos ni sus resbalosas amantes ni sus aburridas y simplonas vidas. A la fecha, siguen llenando de mugre y de amantes la casa. Sin contar que ambos son "de barrio" (uno es de Ecatepec, Estado de México; el otro es de Magdalena, Colombia... al menos puedo razonar y negociar con el colombiano), y que debo aguantar cada una de sus desagradables particularidades en su modo de hablar, desde el acento hasta sus obscenidades. Hacen que yo, el pobre indio jodido, parezca mil veces más civilizado que ellos. :(


Since I arrived to Morelia, I have suffered a lot: In order to live as near as possible to the school, I got rented a house in a really dangerous suburb, whose streets are either overly, suspectfully empty, or fulfilled with vicious (drunks, drug consumers, smokers, etc.) people, or people that stares at me in awfully ways, as if I were a sort of alien or such. The owner of the house where I live right now is one of the few polite people I have met in Morelia (we Oaxacans usually are fishy, and we cannot even to stare at other people, but Morelians are capable to insult you when they stare at you, with no reason). However, the fool teenagers (19 and 21 years old, respectively) that share the house with me are unbearable indeed. I thought my siblings were a headache until meeting my new neighbors. I have to assist them, to clean the house instead them, and to be in charge of the house; they just "enjoy their lives" in an irresponsible way. Those guys are noisy, self-centered, childish, and also disrespectful and nosy. It took me almost all August demanding respect from them. I deserve respect just because I am bigger than them, and I am not interested in their stupid "friends", their slutty lovers nor their boring, simpleton lives. They still get dirty the house, and they still bring their lovers inside. Moreover, they come from the lowest levels of the society (one of them is from Mexico State, and the other one is from Colombia... at least I can deal with the Colombian guy). I am forced to undergo their bothering accents and speech oddities. They make me to seem more civilized than them. Me, a poor, starving "Western Indian"... :(


Pero la peor parte la sufro en la escuela. Desde el día en que llegué no he recibido sino puras burlas y discriminación, en el mejor de los casos. Quienes no me humillan, me ignoran al punto de fingir que yo no existo. A pesar de que los morelianos y los chilangos (personas originarias de la Ciudad de México) en mi salón tienen sus acentos particulares, decidieron que "el que tiene acento" soy yo, y por lo tanto "hay que reírse de todo lo que yo diga" o "fingir que no se entiende nada de lo que yo diga". En cuanto a los maestros, ellos aseguran que "soy una persona demasiado competitiva" y que, por ende, "aunque la participación en clase sea igual a calificación mis participaciones no cuentan, además de ser desagradables para todos los demás, por lo que debo quedarme callado, sin importar que repruebe por no participar en las clases"; no me cabe en la cabeza su doble discurso de "no discriminación" mientras que hasta los mismos maestros me rechazan (salvo ciertas excepciones, con las que me llevo bien; irónicamente, esos son los maestros que a los demás no les agradan) o me consideran alguna especie de rata de laboratiorio a la que pueden agarrar para hacerle experimentos crueles (ese doctorcito en antropología que me da clases de "cultura" cree que puede jugar con mi cabeza, pero se equivoca), cosa que nunca antes me había sucedido. Todo esto hace quedar como días gloriosos al infierno que viví en las primarias, en la secundaria y en las otras universidades en donde estuve (de hecho, empiezo a percatarme de que lo fueron; al menos mis paisanos me admiraban, sin importar cuánta envidia me tuvieran). Pero nada de eso se compara con el hecho de que una maestra (a quien no le agrado sólo porque sí; de nada le sirve ser rusa y tener post-doctorados si no sabe ni siquiera darse a entender claramente) logró unir a todo el grupo en mi contra. Ella logró algo imposible: Borrar las barreras de las clases sociales (clases sociales no sólo en el sentido de "clase alta", "clase media" y "clase baja", sino también clases sociales en sentido ideológico: Fresas, Nacos, Freaks, Otakus, Nerds, etc.), y unir a todo el grupo contra un solo enemigo. Ahora, todos se hablan entre todos, y todos juegan a que yo no estoy ahí. Hasta toman acuerdos a mis espaldas sólo para ver cómo reacciono "por no saber qué pasó". Hoy no pude más, y tuve que esconderme para llorar e intentar sacar todo lo que ya acumulé desde que llegué a Morelia. Y aunque había momentos en los que pasaba mucha gente a mi lado, nadie me vio ni me oyó. Eso sí es crueldad. Ni en los barrios más bajos y peligrosos de Oaxaca, o de los pueblos más alejados y jodidos de Oaxaca, la gente se comporta así. Por primera vez en muchos años, sentí mucha vergüenza de ser yo mismo, y mi segunda personalidad tampoco supo qué hacer. Ser pobre y no comer es lo menos doloroso de todo esto. En serio. Ahora, sólo espero a que me reprueben a propósito los maestros (como siempre suele pasarme) para regresarme a Oaxaca lo más pronto posible. :cries:


But the worst part of all this crap is what I have to live at school. Since the day I arrived there, I have been mocked and discriminated. The ones who don't humiliate me, pretend that I don't exist. Despite that Morelians and people from Mexico City in my classroom have their own accents, they all decided "the only one with accent and weird speech is me" and therefore "it's mandatory to make fun of all what I say" or "there's no comprehensible word in my speech". Regarding teachers, they declared "despite the fact that participating during classes is equal to more points, my participations are annoying and therefore I must stay quiet and voiceless during classes, disregarding whether if I fail or get a bad qualification"; I cannot understand their hypocritical speech about "non-discriminating policies" while even teachers reject me (there are certain exceptions; those exceptions, ironically, are disliked by my classmates) or use me like a laboratory's Guinea pig (there's a doctor at anthropology that thinks he can play mind games with me, but he is wrong). I never had faced something like this before. All this crap makes that my horrible days at elementary, junior high school and at the other universities I attended seemed glorious (in fact, they were it indeed; at least the other Oaxacans around me used to admire me despite how much envy they might feel against me). But nothing of all this damn crap is like the fact that a female teacher (to whom dislikes me just because; it's useless considering that she is Russian and has a lot of doctorates, because she isn't able to explain herself in a comprehensible, clear way) got to unify all my classmates against me. She got the impossible: To take off social barriers that divide the social classes inside the classroom (I don't talk about "low", "middle" and "high" classes only, but also about ideological barriers: Nerds, Freaks, Snobs, Otakus, etc.), and unite the whole, entire group against a common foe. Now, all them deal with each other meanwhile I am totally, thoroughly ignored. So, today I crashed, I crumbled and I hid far from them, and I was crying for long, attempting to put out of me all what was hurting me since I arrived to Morelia. And, despite there were some moments where lots of people passed near from me, nobody saw me nor nobody heard me. That was cruel indeed. Not even at the worst Oaxacan suburbs or villages people acts that way. By first time, after a lot of years, I got pretty ashamed of who I am, and my Female Persona could do nothing either. Being poor and to starve is the least hurting part of all this fucking crap. Really. Now, I just wait for the moment of being kicked out, and them coming back to Oaxaca City a.s.a.p. :cries:
  • Listening to: 70's & 80's Music...xD
  • Reading: My own book that I write...xD
  • Watching: My C.R.T. Screen...xD
  • Playing: Cassettes...xD
  • Eating: Meat, Black Beans and Tortillas...xD
Perfil del DeviantArt (~_°) [2016-VII]
Texto tipo Journal para el DeviantArt


El 1 de agosto es cuando yo abandono la (jodida y perdida) "ciudad" de Oaxaca para hacer realidad mi último sueño: Convertirme en escritor profesional, para así poder aspirar a conseguir un Premio Nobel de Literatura (o premios de ese tamaño y de ese tipo) por los libros que estoy escribiendo y que algún día publicaré: Rayos Alfa, Rayos Beta, Rayos Gamma, Rayos X y Radiofrecuencias Microondas (Se supone que, con suerte y si junto dinero suficiente, podré ir a Japón para convertir a Rayos Beta en un anime de verdad, y podré ir a los Estados Unidos para convertir a Rayos Gamma en una película de verdad, y al Reino Unido de la Gran Bretaña para convertir a Rayos X en una radionovela de verdad, pero esa es otra historia). xD

Sin embargo, creyendo que estudiaría Literatura Intercultural (mezcla de literatura, comunicación y antropología) en la Ciudad Universitaria de la U.N.A.M., terminé dándome cuenta que la escuela estaba en la (jodida y perdida) "ciudad" de Morelia, en Michoacán. Y aunque es la capital del estado, es una ciudad cuatro veces más pequeña (e igual de insignificante, en términos económicos y de desarrollo) que Oaxaca.  Eso, sin contar que está infestada de narcos y otras plagas semejantes (en Oaxaca sólo hay cholos, vándalos, vagabundos locos, maestros que marchan y bloquean, gente de pueblos amargada y resentida, y cosas de ese tipo, pero no narcos, y los lugares peligrosos son fáciles de identificar, además de que cuenta con muchas veredas y caminos secretos 100% seguros por dónde meterse en casos especiales), hacen que quiera salir huyendo por mi vida sin siquera haber llegado. ^^;

Que esa escuela sea una especie de sucursal de la U.N.A.M. (E.N.E.S., Campus de Morelia) no significa que sea la U.N.A.M. (aunque el examen de admisión, los trámites administrativos y esas cosas estén a cargo de la U.N:A.M.) En su sitio de internet deberían ponerle con letras grandotas que esa carrera no está en C.U. de la CDMX. Honestamente, decidí meterme a esa escuela sólo por el título (porque ya me urge uno, y porque para entrar a una ingeniería yo ya debo saber cómo hacer cosas de ingenieros y de técnicos tales como soldar, cambiar aceite, afinar motores, montar y desmontar piezas en el orden correcto, programar en varios lenguajes, etc., o de lo contrario sería reprobado o hasta expulsado; en una universidad mexicana uno ya no va para aprender, sino sólo para que a uno le digan qué hacer y cómo se llama lo que uno hace) y por el hecho que es el único lugar sobre la tierra donde podré aprender nahuatl (mexicano o el idioma de los aztecas, mexicas, tenochcas, tepanecas, nahuas, etc.) totalmente gratis y sin compromiso. El resto (dinero, empleo, amistades, etc.,) corre completamente por mi cuenta, como siempre ha sido (en Oaxaca no hay trabajo para nadie, así que espero que lo haya en Michoacán; tendré que ocultar la verdad sobre mis orígenes de la mejor manera posible, ya que a nosotros los oaxaqueños nos tienen en el peor de los conceptos, por culpa de esos maestros que marchan y bloquean carreteras, autopistas y aereopuertos; debo ser extremadamente discreto y reservado, a fin de evitar caer en las garras del narcotráfico o del P.R.I.; jamás me han dado una beca por culpa de mi padre que, aunque es un burócrata perdedor (un Gutiérrez, Godínez, Gómez o como se le llame), trabaja para el gobierno federal, y éste último considera que "me están apoyando" aunque mi padre no me dé ni el saludo). ^^;

La verdad, yo creí que no pasaría ese examen (los exámenes de la U.N.A.M. son los más difíciles de todo México, según cuentan, pero yo lo pasé con 100 respuestas correctas de 110 preguntas en total; los otros 17 que fueron aceptados en la misma carrera que yo a duras penas alcanzan las 75 respuestas correctas, y el mínimo requerido para ser aceptado en esa carrera es de 65 respuestas correctas; yo ni siquiera estudié para el exámen, y debo recordar que terminé la preparatoria - en sistema abierto -  en el año 2009). Cuando lo aprobé, creí que no me aceptarían tan fácil (se dice que la administración de la U.N.A.M. es extremadamente corrupta, pero yo mismo vi con mis propios ojos que eso no es cierto, ya que fui aceptado "a la primera" y sin ningún problema, aunque los que organizan las filas para los exámenes y la recepción de documentos te tratan como una vaca más en el corral, como si estuvieran ellos arreando ganado). Después, la cuestión de los maestros bloqueando carreteras y la única autopista que tiene el estado de Oaxaca me preocupó al grado de que todo esto jamás sucedería. Resulta que pude pasar sin problemas por Nochixtlan sin problemas, tanto de ida como de regreso (yo creía ingenuamente que me bajarían del camión a balazos). Creí que no podría pagar la inscripción (¿En serio? ¿Veinticinco centavos?), pero ese fue el menor de los problemas. Creí que habría problemas con mis papeles, pero no. Las fulanas que atendían la ventanilla de recepción de documentos hasta bromearon conmigo y me despidieron con una sonrisa (que a mi parecer era auténtica, y no fingida como cuando uno va al banco o al aereopuerto). Esperando un no, resultó ser un sí, y eso que ni siquiera usé mi fuerza mental para que se lograra. Ahora sólo tengo que ir a dejar unos papeles que me entregaron en C.U., a hacer presencia en un curso de inducción, a que me den mi horario de clases y esperar al primer día. Prácticamente, estoy dentro. La pregunta es: ¿Y ahora qué hago? ¿Debo alegrarme o preocuparme? Es un éxito, pero uno agrio. Estudiaré una carrera que me gusta (y que, en cierto sentido, siempre quise; me metí a las ingenierías porque yo decía que, si me convertía en escritor, me moriría de hambre y no lograría nada con mi vida en términos de éxito profesional; hasta mi propia familia desacredita que yo estudie esa carrera porque saben que tengo capacidad para cualquier cosa, y ser ingeniero significa estar a unos pasos de ser científico, es decir, un genio reconocido; ser escritor en un país donde casi nadie lee, y donde casi nadie entiende lo que lee suena tétrico y desesperanzador y además muy pocos valoran lo que escribo en la vida real) en un lugar al que no quiero ir. Estoy confundido. :|

Ahora, con respecto al DeviantArt... Yo pensaba retirarme y borrar mi perfil. Pero ya vi que, después de todo, tengo apoyo moral de algunos usuarios (yo creía que era totalmente ignorado por acá). He participado en intercambios (Art Trades) y me han dado dibujos (sí, de mis personajes) de varias partes del mundo. He ganado concursos y vivido de los premios que he ganado (literalmente, porque nunca pude tener un empleo en la vida real; sólo cobro los favores que le hago a la gente). Gracias a esos esfuerzos pude al fin conseguir una cuenta bancaria y tener la oportunidad dorada de convertir a dinero real lo que me depositan por PayPal. Desgraciadamente, todo esto lo logré demasiado tarde. El 20 de julio cumplí 25 años de edad. Si hubiera logrado todo esto a los 18, ahora sería rico y no me preocuparía en lo más mínimo por mi futuro ni mi reputación. A mis primos y otras personas de la vida real les escandaliza demasiado "que me gusten las caricaturas de monos chinos a mi edad (y que los dibuje)", "que pierda el tiempo escribiendo cuentitos tontos que no me llevarán a ningún lado" (tendría que pasar un verdadero milagro para que, con «Rayos Beta» por lo menos, mi propia gente de mi país volteara a verme por lo menos por cinco minutos; mi propia madre me satura con quehaceres para que yo me aleje de la máquina de escribir y/o de mis libretas, y no hay día que mi hermana no diga "¿Escritor? ¡Yo creí que serías científico! ¡Qué fraude!") y que siga yo soltero (en México, la gente de mi edad ya tiene hasta hijos y divorcios encima; yo soy el único bruto sobre la tierra que todavía cree en las almas gemelas, y que defiende sus creencias a morir). :(

Para cualquier mexicano, yo soy un adulto y debo comportarme como tal (es decir, ser un Gutiérrez o Godínez cualquiera, con un empleo cualquiera - independientemente de que si me gusta o no y siempre y cuando me paguen bien - y con una familia ya hecha - no importa si "me tengo que casar" o si por lo menos me enamoré - sólo para probarle a mis compatriotas que "soy un hombre responsable", que "soy bien macho" y todas esas monsergas ultra-conservadoras, aunque mi vida sea un infeliz infierno, como lo fuera en estos últimos cinco años). Eso, sin contar que poco a poco he ido perdiendo la capacidad de controlar mi propio cuerpo. No estoy enfermo, pero la torpeza debería ser tratada como una enfermedad. No puedo dibujar bien (a veces se me olvida cómo hacerlo), no puedo escribir bien (mi letra se está deformando y ya ni siquiera puedo agarrar bien el lápiz, y cuando lo hago me duele la mano después del primer renglón), me tropiezo al caminar, me canso demasiado fácil, las cosas se me caen de las manos, no veo las cosas que tengo enfrente, no puedo concentrarme bien, se me olvida lo que estoy haciendo y hasta lo que estoy diciendo (sin mencionar el hecho de que, como mi mente es precoz, ya se volvió la mente de un viejo de sesenta y tantos años, prácticamente incapaz de aprender cosas nuevas o seguir tendencias de actualidad)... En fin, ya estoy viejo (y pasado de moda; yo pertenezco a la época del MetroFlog, cuando cientos de usuarios se peleaban por un espacio para dejar su firma en mi perfil, compitiendo por un "Zing" hecho por mí). Ahora que tengo los medios, perdí el talento. La cuenta bancaria y el nivel de fama que alcancé fueron otros éxitos agrios más. Terminaré convertido en otro de esos ancianos que entrevistan en los canales del gobierno. Sí, de ésos que nadie conoce, que sale en canales que nadie ve, pero que "ha contribuído a la cultura"... Eso, si les gusto en "La Escuelita Michoacana" (como ya la nombré; la anterior era "Rancho-Escuela" por estar en una ranchería a 36 kilómetros de la ciudad). No vaya a ser que tampoco les agrade y acabe corrido de ahí, demostrando con ello que toda mi familia tenía razón sobre mí: Que soy otro inútil fracasado más en la familia, junto con todos los de mi generación (como si se tratara de una maldición o un hechizo). :(

Esta es mi última batalla. Si la pierdo, entonces me resignaré y renunciaré por completo al Internet, a mis contactos alrededor del mundo, a mis gustos y aficiones y estaré dispuesto a ser otro más del montón. Pero si la gano, tendré con qué cerrarle el hocico a la humanidad, y habrá muchos que a regañadientes y fingiendo respeto se inclinarán ante mí, haciendo como que reconocen mi talento. Ya estoy demasiado cansado y decepcionado del mundo como para seguir teniendo sueños e ilusiones (es peor, considerando mi edad). Así que durante todo este mes llamado Agosto estaré ausente, y si acaso me conectaré para revisar los comentarios (a mí sólo me importan los comentarios, la cantidad de "favoritos" que recibo y cuántos me visitan, porque eso significa que mi público crece, y con ello, mis ganancias; yo dibujo y escribo por dinero, y no sólo porque me guste; a mayores ganancias, mayor calidad en mi trabajo). Debo encontrar la forma de llevar algunas de mis cosas 840 kilómetros al oeste de mi ciudad, de la forma más rápida y barata posible, y ver si logro encajar en esa escuela (las calificaciones son lo de menos, porque, cuando la gente es honesta, yo tengo dieces absolutos), ver si logro conseguir un empleo (como no tengo experiencia laboral, no tengo qué ponerle a mi "currículum vitae" ni mucho menos dar referencias; yo mismo he procurado ser fácilmente olvidado en la vida real, aunque no lo logro completamente) y un lugar dónde quedarme (mi plan B.D.S.M. falló, no tengo contactos en Michoacán, y mi madre insiste en seguir interviniendo en todos mis asuntos aludiendo a que, según ella, soy un inútil o una especie de lisiado o retrasado mental; ella es capaz de mandarme a vivir a un departamento lujoso y bien amueblado sólo para ver cómo me corren por no poder pagarlo y tener siempre algo qué reprocharme todos los días). :faint:

Por cierto, una de las cosas realmente importantes que me voy a llevar es esa máquina de escribir que salvé de una especie de depósito de chatarras, y que ahora - gracias al dinero obtenido con los dibujos que ustedes me compran, la mandé a afinar y a limpiar - vale lo mismo que una máquina de colección. No puedo centrar ni marcar tabulaciones con ella, pero funciona sin electricidad, y eso es lo que realmente importa. De todas formas, escribí la mayoría de mis libros con ella:…


I like your photo...xD However... This photo lacks color. It looks very... brown...xD It seems that Autumm is conquering this place :( B...

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WhiteCicada Featured By Owner Edited 3 days ago
Great concepts and characters! I also like your various personas, costume themes and character sheets! Especially looking forward to your half of your art trade with alexi =)

Keep more coming!
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