the main reason I was still there was because I hacked their algorithm to show my timeline in LJ order LOL, no censorship, no extra crap,
but now they censored a post of mine, so ...
but damn it, I was starting to make a new friend on there who I might actually meet at a fisting event as I come out of my shell, so, shit, do I put up with the crap to make a fisting friend, which is the entire transaction of asocial media
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everybody separates their voices now, as I've learned, vitally, to speak all of them at once,
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like, I could have a popular fisting blog, and a popular econ blog, and a popular poly blog, and a popular political takes blog, but instead I mash them altogether and nobody wants to read this blended personal reality, heh, nobody wants to know a multidimensional person, we want to select our dimensions carefully, that's what the Internet trains us to do, so a multidimensional person doesn't fit, or, not, all of them, I'm fitting this bit of me into that slot, and this bit of me into that slot, so that I maximize likes within each of my spheres of influence, I contain multitudes, but not at the same time,
my alt
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yes, I pull down the Walt Whitman book from my desk, I haven't pulled it down in years,
Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for I fear I effuse unreturned love,
Walt Whitman could never admit that truth today, but it's not gendered, he's not creeping women who are powerless to stop him,
without the gender binary, whether same-sex or nonbinary, you're allowed to have your emotions about love and sex again,
you may fill yourself with rage, because it's not sexist rage, it's human rage, about love and sex and how fucked up everything is, why not feel rage,
for fear I effuse unreturned love,
but now they censored a post of mine, so ...
but damn it, I was starting to make a new friend on there who I might actually meet at a fisting event as I come out of my shell, so, shit, do I put up with the crap to make a fisting friend, which is the entire transaction of asocial media
-----
everybody separates their voices now, as I've learned, vitally, to speak all of them at once,
-----
like, I could have a popular fisting blog, and a popular econ blog, and a popular poly blog, and a popular political takes blog, but instead I mash them altogether and nobody wants to read this blended personal reality, heh, nobody wants to know a multidimensional person, we want to select our dimensions carefully, that's what the Internet trains us to do, so a multidimensional person doesn't fit, or, not, all of them, I'm fitting this bit of me into that slot, and this bit of me into that slot, so that I maximize likes within each of my spheres of influence, I contain multitudes, but not at the same time,
my alt
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yes, I pull down the Walt Whitman book from my desk, I haven't pulled it down in years,
Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for I fear I effuse unreturned love,
Walt Whitman could never admit that truth today, but it's not gendered, he's not creeping women who are powerless to stop him,
without the gender binary, whether same-sex or nonbinary, you're allowed to have your emotions about love and sex again,
you may fill yourself with rage, because it's not sexist rage, it's human rage, about love and sex and how fucked up everything is, why not feel rage,
for fear I effuse unreturned love,