This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The bottom has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Just stop for one moment and think "Hmm, maybe I am fucked up. Maybe I should try and I see myself from a different view, instead of denying everything said to me that contains anything about the harsh truth."
Also, get a sense of humour. ED is supposed to be for lulz, so calm the fuck down and get a life.
Well, well....what do we have here? Epic Snow pwnage at its finest, I see. Looks like karma has finally gotten around to biting you hard in the ass.
Most ED articles I see aren't even believable....but once I saw yours, I LOL'd. There's no other person more deserving of such a high level of pwnage, than you.
You may not recall the time we butted heads...(on a photo sharing site some years ago) but I recall reading through the train wreck between you and some poor sex-deprived guy that posted porn called "Zombiefile" who posed as "competeeshunz!" for highest point whore of the site. (Your popularity has gotten you really far, hasn't it!)
I suppose I should shed at least one tear of pity, but....I'll leave you with this, instead: "Perils of posting your private life (along with your privates) all over the interwebz while pissing tons of people off, and whatnot".
Seriously. what the hell. Reading your story on ED and trying to picture it is like that fruity NIN video back when I watched MTV 100 years ago. In the middle there's just "scene missing" on the screen.
That is you. That is what I come up with when I try to follow A to B here. The part that actually justifies your putting the blame on anyone but yourself.... ITS NOT FUCKING THERE.
SCENE. FUCKING. MISSING. (Also missing: hope, success, and any compassion from a reasonable person)