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Reblog for good luck if you saw purple!!!

Yyyyyeah except they’ve already:

purged the ‘chronic pain’ tag

purged the ‘top surgery’ tag

made ‘trans’ tag inaccessible to non-functional

deleted a bunch of chronic illness blogs

deleted a bunch of chronic pain and chronic illness posts from blogs they’ve left (like mine)

This isn’t just about ‘oh no you can’t look at people fucking anymore’ (even though lots of sex workers are losing their means of supporting themselves). This goes a lot further, with a lot more chilling effects. 

Someone else reported a picture of a cartoon scorpion with a hard hat on being flagged as pornography. Tagging things as ‘queer’ or ‘gay’ gets them flagged NSFW. (Hey, guess what I’d been tagging my t-shirts, because they’re pride stuff? Oh right. Queer. Gay. Pride.)

Like…that happened. And it took nearly a decade for the fandom spaces to recover and stabilize and to get to the point where LGBT content creators could host their content without being told “you’re not welcome here” and I’m just sitting here, watching as youtube demonetizes LGBT content creators, and Facebook flags up LGBT ads as “inappropriate” and now tumblr is going through the queer and gay tags and just mass blanketing it as inappropriate, while actual pornbots and nazis wind up in my recommended feed.

Like I am uncomfortable y’all. I am looking around at everything I’ve built and all the friends I’ve made and I know we’re all looking for the next safe space to jump to while hoping we don’t lose each other overnight like “the olden days” where you’d wake up and your fave blogger was just gone.

And usually it was because they’d drawn or written something as simple yet explicit as a kiss. It was just the wrong kind of kiss.

Another Friday night, which means another night of a difficult blog post. I remember when I had a friend who would write every day with me. Where did she go? @wurduvthadai, where are you? I guess the well only runs so deep. She can’t motivate herself. Not by herself. She needs help. I try to help her. I got her to start this blog, but she doesn’t like having the commitment. She’s too carefree. She is running around with a new boy too. That’s something I’ve learned. Don’t fall for someone because they will distract you from your work. Really, I’m just holding off until I find the girl who will inspire me to continue my work. When Robin Williams won an Oscar for Good Will Hunting, he thanked his wife for lighting his soul on fire. Something to that extent. I want to marry the girl who will do that for me.

I dated a girl in high school. She made me forget my work. I dated another girl in high school. She also made me forget my work. In total, I dated 4ish girls in high school who all made me forget my work. That’s not what I want. I want a girl who will help my work. I want her to love what I do as much as I do. My grandma told me not to fall in love.

I have the personality to live a bucolic life. There are so many sheep, and I need to protect all of them. How could I focus on one sheep? How could they deserve that amount of devotion? Well, shit. They must be pretty damn special.

What if I never see you again? Will you hate me for not coming back? I have dreams, and I’m willing to do what it takes to make them a reality. How could you hate me for that? I’m not going to run home to be in your comfort. Is that okay?

When I left home for my second semester, I couldn’t stop crying. Ed Sheeran was playing. I couldn’t see the road. I was driving alone. If I can deal with leaving my dad, I can deal with leaving you.

I don’t have a problem with detaching myself. I don’t know if that is a blessing or a curse. Don’t get me wrong, for I plant roots. I value everyone I meet. But I don’t require that consistent communication to keep moving forward. I’m an extrovert. I’m an optimist. I have friends. I keep making them and moving forward. That’s the business I’m a part of…. Whoa, I’m actually going to get paid to act. How many actors can say that? That’s the actual definition of a professional.  

WOOOHOOOOOO

Okay, like I said before, It’s Friday, so you can probably guess my mental state. I’m a college student. I’m doing the things. I’m playing the part. I’m surprised with how well my control of the keyboard is. Also, there is this Off-Broadway show called Drunk Shakespeare. I think I could fuck with that shit.

But that could fuck with my liver. My ap bio teacher had a joke about that. Something along the lines liver not deader. Or if you didn’t have a liver, you would be deader. He was a goofy guy. I like goofy people.

Back to the word of the day. BAAA BAAA BLACK SHEEP.