The Non-Feminist Declaration

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Sent to me to sign.

We are living in interesting times. Feminist entrenchment in many sectors is yielding toxic fruit – with the “equal pay” vanguard securing equal salaries for women responsible for less work than men in similar positions, increasing censorship and attacks on personal freedoms (of women as well as men), and the #MeToo/anti-harassment movements claiming innocent scalps and even lives. However, awareness of and opposition to Feminism is undoubtedly growing and, with some nurturing, this diverse non-feminist sector could well become an operable political force.

I have worked with a team on constructing ‘The Non-Feminist Declaration’ (included at the bottom of this email) which we hope can unite our disparate sector around a shared goal and assist in the public awareness and opposition raising process.

Our intention is to send it to The Times, as a letter, on Monday 9th July with a number of signatories. If…

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Little things please little minds… but that’s ok.

A horny pawn with an erection.

A small design to put on various t-shirts and items:


Liar! Liar! Pants on fire!

I am a liar… a bad one.

Just like the magician, the artist is in the game of deception and illusion. A painting of a tree looks nothing like a tree – For one thing it’s two dimensional, almost, and in that sense could be no less like a tree. But a tree is what you will believe you are seeing.

The artist and the magician are exactly the same in one very particular sense:

If we showed you how the illusion is achieved you would be both unimpressed and disappointed.


But what I want, what I really, really want is to zizazig, ahhhh!

Delete The Alphabet


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I deleted Facebook ages ago, and have just done the same with Twitter after several years of being shadow banned, Twitter throttled, and muted by many no doubt. I got rid of my Google account too, which in turn gets rid of Pinterest, Instagram and possibly some other accounts that are now owned by monolithic companies such as Google, Amazon, Apple and Facebook.

Youtube was amazing when it first arrived but that was profoundly short lived. Now it is nothing more than a bad TV channel full of pop music, adverts and propaganda. The first 4 or 5 years were the glory days: No advertising and no corporate presence – just people making videos. It was phenomenal, which is why, in my opinion, it was taken over by Google and the ‘powers that shouldn’t be’. There are still good channels on Youtube and if it wasn’t for Google those channels would be on the home page, but instead the homepage is solely populated by TV, movie and pop performers. Twitter is nothing but white noise signifying naught. Pinterest and Instagram were always for morons. And as for Tumblr… well, what can one say? Like feminism it’s cancer.

I simply could not maintain self respect while still having accounts with these evil scumbag sites, and the vile specimens of humanity that own and run them.

I would say it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been for a very long time.

Laters taters!

Bear with me….


This is Little Deano Bear aka LDB. He is my house-mate, studio-assistant, food taster and asker of strange questions. He has also modelled for me to draw and paint and sculpt, and can sit surprisingly still for such a mischievous bear.

Here he is in one of the first drawings he sat for

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And here he is being very patient while I sculpt

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The finished piece

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Now all painted and eyes put in


He can also sometimes be a very thoughtful bear

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You can follow LDB on Twitter here: for updates on his daily antics. And I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t 😉

And his big brother is on Twitter here:

The Deano Bears have recently set up a blog too:

If it wasn’t for this little bear I think I’d go quite mad! 😉

Time Is Not Told By Watches

Time is not told by watches,
past my best-before date: see end.
Movement restricted by cells,
I see only dull things.

Here I am,
breathing more uneasy.

The vows I made
recede, slow as gums.
We meet again
for the first time,
and I re-breathe
your warm smile.

Teeth, no longer my own,
made of resin,
they fit too well.

The Void in The Vacuum,
no singing,
no floating;
there is a word for this.

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This and other poems are available in The Heart and The Hand: UK


© Dean Harkness 2018

My bonnie lies over the ocean.


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Spring is sprunging and it’s a wonderful feeling (whether you like it or not) and it could be more wonderful in so many ways but for the grace of God. Not least of all is time apart from my other half who lives in Sweden and should be here by now or soon, but sadly probably won’t be for a while as we can’t afford it. We try to be together every two or three months but sometimes it’s just not doable as we are both arty types and don’t earn any extra with our work. Still, we have the technology to keep in touch, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The bears miss each other too 🙂

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With a bit of luck, and if I pull my finger out and get some work done, we can hopefully book a flight in the not-too-distant future and get back to cooking on the fire and getting drunk in the garden.

Laters taters!


Is there such a thing as a C***?


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And if so what are the defining characteristics?

And if there is such a thing is it wrong to mention it?

And if it is wrong to mention it to what degree should that be punished?

But first we have to decide if there is such a thing. The word itself is used as an insult, and I’m not sure an insult can be either true or un-true. Or rather I’m sure it can be true or un-true but that that is not usually the primary purpose for the use of the word. It’s merely meant to cause offence, and usually in response to something the issuer of the insult is either offended, insulted, or angered by themself. But it can also be used in jest, so intent comes into the equation. Not that these things are necessarily independent of each other. And still the question remains: Is there such a thing as a cunt? Though I suppose to be more accurate the question should be ‘is there such a person as a cunt’?

It’s hard to believe that there isn’t. The word exists for a reason after all, and it is a description of a person, or at the very least a quality they posses. I don’t suppose that a person can be nothing but a cunt — certainly wouldn’t want to think so, anyway, though the world is a weird place and Allah does love wondrous variety so who knows! But as a rule I think all people can be considered to be more than just a cunt. But that is not the same as saying nobody is a cunt. So cunts exist. And a myriad of things can make a person a cunt and to a widely varying degree. There are also good cunts and bad cunts; That is something that appears to be being overlooked as far as social media companies are concerned.

So why do I ask the question?

I was recently temporarily suspended from Twitter for 12 hours. I could still view the site but most features of my account were locked. The 12 hour period would only begin to count down once the offending tweet had been deleted and a phone number (confirmed by receiving a code) had been provided.

Here is the the message I got from Twitter and the offending tweet:

deanus blockedTo clarify: I did not simply tweet that comment at them as appears above but rather I retweeted a tweet by one of the two people named (Russell Brand and Sam Harris) along with the comment. The tweet I RT’d was of the interview the two of them had on Sam Harris’s Youtube channel. Childish and immature and totally unnecessary, I know, but was it promoting violence against, threatening or harassing anyone based on their race, ethnicity, national origin, sexual orientation, gender identity, religious affiliation, age, disability, or serious disease? I would argue not. The tweet definitely does not promote violence in any way, and I can’t see how a single tweet can be taken as harassment, and certainly not on any of the grounds listed. At best it could be falsely seen as harassment on the grounds of being a cunt, but as being cuntese, or suffering from cuntability or a person’s cuntnicity are not included in their list of protected groups I can’t see how that would hold up to scrutiny. Nor do I see how it can be deemed hateful conduct as that would assume my motives. Am I wrong?

I wish I had clicked the link at the bottom of the page which read:

If you think we’ve made a mistake, contact our support team.

Then I could have argued my case that Russell Brand is indeed a cunt, and that Sam Harris probably is too, though that may be more open to debate…. but only maybe. Is this merely a matter of opinion? Is nobody an actual cunt? What are the qualities that make a person a cunt? Here’s a few I think can easily be included: Bad cunts: Spite, being obnoxious, the obtuse, lying, hatred, bigotry, arrogance and narcissism. Good cunts: Wit, fearlessness, creativity, imagination, honesty, insight, passion. There are many more aspects that can be included and not all of these on their own would necessarily make someone cuntious, and nor would the possession of all these qualities, good or bad, guarantee or even indicate that someone is of a cuntual persuasion, but a pattern emerges over time until one eventually sees the right combination of traits often enough to come to the conclusion that this person is indeed a complete and utter total cunt. Or maybe just a bit of one.

Doesn’t everyone have a little cunt in them? Doesn’t every family have at least one cunt in it?

Maybe I’m the cunt. There are some very good reasons to suspect I might be. But if you think I am then make your case and maybe it’ll make me a better person. I certainly won’t go about getting you removed from social media just because of your opinion of me, be I offended or not.

Russell Brand has made a living out of calling people a cunt, and I guess he has done well with it because people know he is joking, even when he is also correct. It doesn’t matter if the correctness of the observation is intentional or not on the part of the articulator of the expletive, does it?

I could go into a long list of things that I believe demonstrably prove that Russell Brand is in fact a cunt. A provable cunt. A certifiable cunt. But I think the fact that he had my account suspended because I called him a cunt is not a bad example on its own. Most people, if not all people would simply ignore a tweet like that, block the user and get on with their day. Celebrities don’t seem to be able to do the same. — There’s an irony in there somewhere. All of which can also be said for Sam Harris.

Is it hateful or funny to call a cunt a cunt, especially if that person is considered by many to be a prime example of an exceptionally cunty person? I suppose it might depend on whether they are the good or the bad kind. But do we really want social media companies to penalise users for ever-so-slightly risqué comments, even if they are childish and immature and totally unnecessary? And if so then why not say so rather than dressing it up as some kind of ‘hate speech’.

I’m not talking about the rightness or wrongness of such a comment (although it’s more about the fact that the comment included the Twitter handles of those it was referring to. You can call Russell Brand a cunt all you like on Twitter, but once you add the @ symbol it changes things, but only when those people are celebrities). I can appreciate that it is probably wrong in the sense of not very constructive; It’s not what you’d call a well thought out and considered statement. And I’m sure it would be better if all statements were, though I can not help but think that attempts to regulate speech so that only thoughtful and considerate comments are allowed is an idiotic aspiration. And let’s not forget that sometimes a very pointed comment can have the desired effect, if the desired effect is to snap someone out of their self involvement and bring them down to Earth with a bump so-to-speak. Doesn’t always work and it’s a skill like any other, but it does lend itself to the argument that sometimes it is not wrong to insult someone in quite a base manner in order to make a point: The form is also the message, or at least it can be.

What do you think? Are people overly sensitive, or should we police speech for its perceived offence? I would genuinely love to hear what people think about this either in particular or in general. It is a topic that has been brewing for a very long time and is extremely relevant right now and only becoming more so.

Thanks for stopping by.

Cuntinuity: Keeping a tidy vagina 😉

Header photo embroidery by minutedetaileroftheuniverse

Kylie II sold on Etsy


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Made my first sale of a drawing on Etsy recently. I have about a dozen drawings up at the moment and will add more soon. It was very encouraging to make a sale so soon after opening the shop and I hope it is not just a glitch and that more sell soon. There are so many ways of selling art online either as originals or as prints but one has to settle on just a few or it becomes too much work to keep them all going. Selling an original is a great feeling and is a great incentive to do more drawing.

Dean Harkness Art

My Etsy Shop:

Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Mrs Blackbird and Her Brood

A couple of years ago I got to know a female blackbird very well. And she got to know me. Each day would start with me preparing her some food, usually some home made bread with seed mixed in, or some high energy bird food. I’d go out into the garden and give a little whistle and she’d appear in a few seconds at my feet and have some food. Often times I would be working, digging away, and Mrs B would stay close by waiting for any worm I’d throw her way. And many a time she’d jump right in the hole I was digging to get the worms herself.

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She had made a nest in the shed over a couple of days, so I would go in there as little as possible from then on, and she immediately laid and egg a day for four days.

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After about 10 or 12 days the first egg began to hatch

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And after 4 days there were 4 pink chicks that rapidly grew in size. Every 24 hours they looked totally different.

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Day 4
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Day 5
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Day 6
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Day 8
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The feeding never stopped, not for a minute.
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About 14 days after the first egg hatched the chicks began to fledge
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Each day there would be 1 less chick in the nest
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Until the nest was empty again
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Mrs B then continued to feed the chicks for a few days on the ground. They stayed as hidden as possible much of the time, but soon made their way in the lower branches of trees, and then up and up until they were ready for their maiden flight from one tree to another. They still stayed close to parents, getting help with feeding and hunting and learning what was good to eat and what was not.

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I learnt the many calls of Mrs B who would call for me if there was ever a predator about so that I could go outside to scare them off. Usually it was a neighbour’s cat. Mrs B would even tap on the kitchen window until I showed up.

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The chicks all grew and over the next few weeks they all went off to find their own feeding and breeding grounds. But they would often return to check things out here, and I am sure that I still get visited by the descendants of Mrs B.

All that Summer Mrs B was my constant companion in the garden and the feeding never stopped and we developed quite the raport. She was so used to me being close by that taking pictures was easy and I could watch her bath and preen.

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I had never seen such devotion before, and certainly not as close and in as much detail. It was an honour to be a small part of it. Sadly, I don’t think all the chicks made it to adulthood but one can hope. And all too soon I saw things get the better of Mrs B and I was somewhat heart-broken for a while, and still think of her often.

While I think that cats are amazing creatures I also think it is a shame that there are so many of them with owners that don’t care about nature enough to give them collars with bells on. They do an insane amount of damage to the wild bird population of this small country of England.

It is, of course, probably best not to interfere with nature, but if you are going to then it has to be an absolute commitment as once you become a source of food or protection you will become relied upon and it will be to a great detriment should you neglect your duties even for a single day.

But the rewards are immense!