And just like that I'll be gone in the rain
So I am bulk-deleting my tweets, and then I will set a pointer in a pinned tweet to bluesky and this place and my Patreon, which is where I expect to be available on the socials for the foreseeable future. The bulk-deleter is sloooowww, and it is really weird checking back every couple of hours and watching the number of posts under my name melt away.
Like watching a tiny universe get unmade, the record of the last almost-seventeen years of my life. But also a kind of freedom.
I don’t know what the next few years is going to bring, but I suspect it’s going to be difficult and hard for a lot of people, including a lot of people who are celebrating or oblivious right now. But I do know what I’m going to do about it, which is: I am going to create, and I am going to support other people as much as I can, and I am going to do my damnedest to stay healthy and not be silenced.
Towards those goals, I’ve contributed a signed and personalized manuscript of Angel Maker to the Trans Lifeline charity auction being run by Leigh Harlan. I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d stop by and see if there’s anything you’d like to bid on.
We’re all in this together, whether we know it or not, and whether or not some of us are kicking holes in the lifeboat we all have to share.
Information doesn’t want to be free. Information wants to vanish without a trace. And I’m just enabling the natural course of things.
I feel better now that it’s done, though a little sad also. But maybe it’s time to let go of the things that don’t serve us anymore.
