Social Responsibility

Arrived in the post today, from g2cb’s Safe Travels | Black History Month collection and all proceeds going to Black Trans Travel Fund, helping “provide Black transgender women with the financial resources needed to be able to self-determine safer alternatives to travel”.

I’m poor as fuck and definitely feeling how Coronavirus is already fucking marginalised peoples, especially trans people who rely on the health system for our meds and all the other shit we’re obliged to, and watching Berlin and Germland be an all-out fuckery of white cishet entitlement is making this multiethnic immigrant feel heaps sad. But helping my Black trans sisters and femme siblings, and getting a dope as fuck hoodie (’cos my hoodies are also all falling apart)? Sikk as. ?

(Yeah, and legit I was crying 5 minutes before that selfie, ’cos Dasniya had slipped a block of chocolate into all the mail she forwarded to me. Also I never do selfies ??‍♀️.)

MySpace. What a desolate crevasse of meaninglessness, fake pseudo-friends, lowest-common-denominators in every realm of human imagination and obscenely poor coding. This whole Social Networking thing just holds no appeal to me, and even having Technorati Tags at the bottom of every post is stretching my tolerance.

I like being here. I purposely and intentionally did not have a LiveJournal or other web-based blog, I don’t hot-link images, nor suck down YouTube’s bandwidth, and if an issue is important enough for me to blog about, I’ll quote the article here in full. Why? Because it’s important to me that the only person who determines the content of my blog, and whether a post and its contents remain or are deleted is me.

Oh, and by the way…

The next person to ask me ‘Say, do you have a MySpace account?’ will receive an anthrax love letter from me.

Once and for all: Never ever will I join a News Corp. / Fox Interactive Media owned “socialising” site with corrupt policies and I honestly don’t understand how so many of you (yes, you!) obviously don’t seem to bother about this.

Also, I clearly don’t give a rotten rat’s ass about how great it is for “networking”. I don’t need networks to feel like a more important person.

So if you don’t mind, I’d quite like to stay here in my own little corner of the world ~~wide web~~.

Wurzeltod is my space, and I don’t need any place else.

Thanks everyone for shutting up about it now.

S.

¹ Starring:

• The Maquis guerrilla
• The Italian resistenza
• The fearless protestors of Prague Spring
• Augusto César Sandino’s captured flag
• The Belarusian résistance
• and… uhmm… the Animal Liberation Front

— Suzanne G. – Giving Taste A Bad Name Since Kindergarten