can I say that it's *really distressing* to hear POC say that they might as well leave mastodon.
Not distressing as in "I'm made anxious by hearing their complaint", (though it does make me anxious), "and wish I didn't have to hear their complaints"
It's distressing that we haven't made a space that listens to their voices and that things are bad enough that "I might as well go back to TWITTER" makes sense, like twitter is a more welcoming place for them.
THAT'S A PROBLEM
Things you can do with two heads:
Talk with your (other) mouth full.
Harmonize with yourself and win karaoke contests.
Eat all the garlic you want to with one head and leave the other minty fresh for kissing.
Disadvantages of having two heads:
It takes longer to brush your teeth.
You have to spend twice as much money on shampoo.
You can never find both pairs of glasses when you need them.
Nobody makes quadrophonic earbuds.
A Mastodon instance where you can only say the letter "e". Follow me there! I'm @e
Instagram: My life is a party.
Snapchat: My life is a quirky TV show.
Facebook: My life turned out great!
Twitter: We're all going to die.
Mastodon: Don't worry, while we are on a quirky, meandering path towards an inevitable apocalypse, we might as well enjoy the ride and show eachother some love in an unorthodox, yet irresistible manner, not in any way hindered by considerations of style, identity or consistency.
CWs aren't "censorship" or putting your toots behind some kinda wall, they're basically equivalent to lowering your voice so only the intended people can hear you in this crowded bar, as you talk about stuff that's potentially upsetting, TMI, or whatever.
People don't want CWs on "politics" (which really means "the news") because they're oversensitive and afraid of seeing the news, they read they news, they just don't want it to be a 24-hour punditry vortex in here.
“What’s your cat’s name?”
“Aww, how pretty!”
“Yeah, we call her that because she’s gassy.”
Hey baby, wanna cerber? It's like cybering, but we're three-headed dogs.
Munchie, our 19-year-old cat, died at noon yesterday after battling kidney disease for several months.
So yeah, I got interviewed by a blogger doing profiles on LGBT authors!
I should be here more often.