I’m now done with Twitter

It was the quiet removal of protections against harassment for trans people that made me do it, but it wasn’t just that, not by a long shot.

I’ve been struggling for a while with balancing my concern for, friendship with and interest in many of the great people I’ve met on that platform with my increasing disgust with the way Elon Musk was handling it. This latest affront is just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Let’s be clear. If images of his eminently-punchable face weren’t all over the internet, Elon Musk would be utterly indistinguishable from the spoiled 12yo son of a thrice-divorced, alcoholic, white-trash trailer-park honky whose entire sense of self worth is built upon the notion that being fair-skinned somehow makes him special.

And he’s running that whole company.

For example, take this from the article I linked above.

Twitter responded to a request for comment with the Pile of Poo emoji, an automated message it now sends as a reply to all media requests.

Twitter quietly changes its hateful conduct policy to remove standing protections for its transgender users – Angela Yang, NBC News

I mean, anyone who’s read my work knows that I don’t put a lot of stock in emotional maturity. Jesus Fucking Christ, one of my books contains a magic spell called the cum-flagration cannon, which makes the target’s cock grow to the size of an adult man and spray flammable jizz all over the place.

So bear in mind that’s the baseline of maturity I’m speaking from when I say that Musk is an immature sockbaby.

_{Definition: A sockbaby is a human being who operates on the mental level of the mold that grows in an incel’s cum sock.}

I know I probably seem pretty salty about this, and the truth is that I am. This current right-wing outrage over the existence of trans people and their countless attacks on them legitimately makes me mad. Like, fighting mad. I seriously and literally want to hurt these people.

And it’s frustrating that encounter most of them online. In real life, when someone outs themselves as a person who enjoys bullying, harassing and oppressing a group of people who are routinely assaulted and murdered simply for existing, I at least have the catharsis of raising my voice to cringe-worthy volumes and smoking them like a blunt full of cheap Mexican weed until they either start crying or nut up and give me a good excuse to beat the dogshit out of them. I can’t do that on the internet.

So I’m done.

I’ve logged out and scrambled my password. I’m deleting the app from my phone. Even though I’ve met some great people on that platform and even though I’ve found it (briefly) useful for getting word of my work out there, I’m not going to continue to support something that is being twisted into a weapon to attack innocent people.

I’m hoping that most of the good folks I met there will find my blog and this message. I just checked my profile less than an hour later, and Twitter has already removed the tweet in which I announced my departure, claiming it violates their rules.

For anyone curious, here’s what I actually tweeted:

I’m done with twitter. Just found out they removed policy against harassing trans people, and that’s the straw, right there. Fuck you for being a idiot child, @elonmusk. I hope you find out how much of a moron you are on your deathbed, so you can die in despair.

Me – Twitter

I also replied to it, but that was just to explain that I wasn’t going to be deactivating my account. Twitter can delete it if they want it gone.

I don’t really give a shit, honestly. Not only did I expect that, it’s kind of pointless to punish an account that the owner refuses to use. And I do, indeed, refuse to use it.

So I’ll probably do a little more blogging now, which is a good thing, I think. I’ve had some ideas for doing a story here, though this isn’t really an ideal place. Maybe I’ll set up a subdomain that has good story formatting and write it there, then post links here.

In any event, taking care of this nonsense actually made me feel better. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll still Jack Elon up if I ever get the chance (we all know I wont), but it’s nice to not have to worry about what sort of dipshit-stupid move he’s going to make next.