Knowing that “confirmed bachelor” was 19th Century gay slang: mildly amusing.
19th Century authors who honestly didn’t know that “confirmed bachelor” was gay slang using the term to describe their male protagonists without the slightest awareness of what they were implying: priceless.
So as many of you know, Tumblr has decided that the best way to deal with the multitude of bots that have infested their platform is to alienate almost all of its userbase!
I have way too many friends who were negatively affected by Tumblr’s lack of regard for what these changes would mean for businesses, artists, content creators, and even just regular users!
So, while I’m not deleting my blog, I AM moving ENTIRELY off of Tumblr!
Here are all my other social media accounts, please go follow them!
I had to answer a security question over the phone today and it was honestly surreal the guy asked me “okay, what’s your dream car” and for a solid ten seconds I’m thinking ‘what the fuck I can’t even drive?’ and then it hits me. I made this account in 2014. I know what I have to say. I swallow my pride and whisper into the phone:
“1967 Chevy Impala.”
There’s silence. Then, he gives me my password. Fuck you, 2014 me. Fuck. You.
I just felt the shadow of something ancient and awful brush past, like a great leviathan peeking from the waves on a moonless night far from shore.
This is by far the most haunting addition to any one of my text posts. I won’t sleep tonight.
I’ve been on the other end of the phone for this kind if thing, and all I can say is at least you didn’t have to ask someone what they wanted to be when they grew up only to find the answer they put was “fire truck”
