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Okay, folks. So. Tumblr’s jumped the shark in a big way, and I’m not even just talking about indiscriminately blocking all “adult” content on a platform that IS, in fact, primarily 18+.

Many blogs, like the wonderful @blackkatmagic , that are not especially NSFW have vanished.

(And I for one LIKE being able to go to curated porn blogs run by actual people and have a chance of finding stuff to my taste, it was one of the things that kept me on this hellsite, but that’s another issue entirely.)

I know lots of people are talking about migrating, but none of us are sure to where yet. Pillowfort seems to be an option, some people are talking about Twitter. But for now, it’s a mess, and even if we knew where we were going, it’s often a huge process, and a lot of us have stuff on tumblr that ONLY exists there. One possible quick solution to save your blogs, both NSFW and personal, is to import it to WordPress. I found this solution through from frantic googling on how to save an entire blog, text posts an all. There are several apps for downloading all the pictures from a tumblr, (Plently for Windows, but only a few paid ones for mac, of which Tumbelog Picture Downloader is working for me so far) but this is the only solution I’ve seen so far that allows you to save EVERYTHING. I downloaded my NSFW blog in like 10 min. My regular blog, which is significantly larger, is in the process of importing, but I don’t anticipate any problems. I will, of course, update you if I have any.  

This tutorial I found worked really easily. http://quickguide (.) tumblr (.) com/post/39780378703/backing-up-your-tumblr-blog-to-wordpress

I put parenthesis around the .’s like we’re back in FF-Hell, just in case tumblr’s new thing about outgoing links kicks in. You know what to do.  To break it down, just in case:

 Sign up for a WordPress.com account at wordpress (.) com/start You’ll have to create an account, with your email, a username, and a password. They should send you a confirmation email immediately, check it, activate it, and you’re good to go. On the site, it will ask you for a site name. That page asks you a bunch of other information too, but you only have to fill out the site name.

Then you have to give your site a URL. If you’re lucky, your tumblr URL is still available, if not you’ll have to come up with another one, sorry.

It will tell you if that option is still available for free.

Then it will ask you to pick a plan. Free is really good enough, I swear.

Now you’re set up! You can import your tumblr! The only differences from the linked tutorial are that the Import button is now on the first level menu, not in tools.

Hit Import, then you have to follow the link for “other importers”  at the bottom, to find the option for Tumblr.

Then you’ll have to sign in with tumblr, using your normal tumblr credentials. You’ll be redirected there automatically. You’ll have to allow Wordpress permissions on your blog.

Then your blogs, including all your sideblogs, will show up in wordpress.

Hit import, wait a WHILE depending on the size of your blog, and you’re done!

ALSO!!

I made my NSFW blog private for now, since I don’t know WP’s policy on NSFW.

This means that to access it, someone has to have an account and request access. But hey, part of our problem on this hellsite has been people going places they aren’t wanted, so I don’t personally see this as a bad thing. They can send a request from the landing site on your blog, you get an email, click a link in the email, and PRESTO, they have access. To make it private, go to Settings > Reading > Site Visibility. Go back and check, it took me changing the setting twice for it to actually stick. tl;dr, you can import your entire blog to wordpress in just a few steps.  I’m going to tag the hell out of this, in no particular order. PLEASE reblog this and spread the word so people know it’s an option. If you’re having trouble, PM me, and I’m happy to help.

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           I was somewhat angry with myself as I headed to Antonio’s exhibit at an exclusive viewing in downtown Atlanta. However, it was Antonio’s beautiful painting that I fell in love with first; therefore, I rationalized it all by telling myself it was all about the exhibit and not about our failed relationship. My love for him came afterward and ended after almost two years of emotional fights and rough lovemaking. The relationship began so smoothly but somehow became as tumultuous as my previous relationships. Forever a sucker for romance, I never once believed I was cursed. My soulmate was out there looking for me just as I was looking for him, only our time hadn’t arrived.

           “I can’t believe you’re actually going, Cole,” my best friend Max said to me over the phone. “Are you already there?”

           “Almost,” I replied as I continued walking. “The parking for this event sucks. I feel like I’ve been walking for days.”

           “Well, it’s good you’re putting those long ass legs to use.”

           I laughed and joked, “Fuck you, bitch.”

           “So, why exactly are you going? I mean, you didn’t have to go just because Antonio sent you an invitation.”

           “Max, it’s not about him. It’s about supporting the work and I’ve always been in love with his paintings. I always will be in love with them.”

           “They are breathtaking but…I don’t know. I guess I’m biased because I liked you two together. You fit in a way I’ve never seen you fit with anyone else before.”

           “Yeah, it would seem that way on the outside looking in, I guess.”

                                             Me (Cole Jordan)

           “I would understand your point if you’d tell me what exactly went on between you two. You were so secretive and…”

           “Max, I have to go. I’m here.”

           “Oh, okay. Call me when it’s over.”

           “Alright, later.” I ended the call and put my phone away before entering the building entryway and pressing in the access code to enter the building lobby.

           I wasn’t sure which floor Antonio’s exhibit was on so I took the stairs. On the way up, I noticed all of the paintings and sculptures on each floor and got so caught up in them that I accidentally bumped into this guy who was overlooking the exhibits from a balcony at the top of one of the flights of stairs. I thought he was going to knock my head off at first but he immediately relaxed and stared at me. I don’t know why, but my natural instinct was to smile at him. He was cute—underneath his somewhat scruffy appearance—but was obviously straight; and therefore, not worth the time of a man who dates men.

                                              Jacen Carter

           “Aren’t you gonna say excuse me?” he asked as I was about to ascend the next flight of stairs. When I remained silent, he smirked and said, “It’s okay. You’re excused.”

           There was something so refreshing about Jacen. Even when we talked over the phone after our pseudo-date at Zaxby’s, I felt inspired to open my mind to new things. He was unlike any other guy I’d ever been attracted to before in my life. For our real first date, he wanted me to meet him at a park. As usual, the weather was all over the place that week and it was a little chilly that day so I was hoping he only wanted to meet there and then go indoors where it would be warm. I spent a little while getting ready because I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to look like my usual stylish self or tone it down since Jacen wasn’t as materialistic as me. I ultimately decided to tone it down and regretted it the moment I met up with him that afternoon.

                                                Jacen Carter

           “Wow, you look different,” I said to him.

           “So do you,” he said back. “You told me to get a fresh cut so I did. And I do have decent clothes in my closet as you can see.”

           He looked so fine and sexy that I became speechless while staring at him. I’d already been attracted to him but seeing him like that made me dangerously horny. I rarely found myself getting turned on by someone shorter than me but Jacen changed that. And even though he’d changed his look, I could still feel him. I was flattered that he took my advice and changed it up; however, I was happy that the deeply layered man that first caught my attention was still intact.

           “Are you okay?” he asked with a laugh.

           I snapped out of my trance and said, “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting you to look this…mmm.”

           “Mmm? I look like a chocolate chip cookie or something?”

           “Better than that. So, why did you want to meet at this park?” I looked around and asked, “Is this your favorite place or something?”

                                             Me (Cole Jordan)

           “I come here when I need some inspiration for my poetry. My mama used to bring me here when I was a kid.”

           “Aw, that’s so cute.”