You’re really unsure what my deal with Instagram is?

 

You’re really unsure what my deal with Instagram is?

 

Snarky answer

because I  _have_  a fucking attention span.

 

Real Answer

Okay let me break it down for you.

Instagram is this paradigm whereby anyone but especially because I am a woman, and most especially, a trans woman, and even more so, being any of those things and trying to advance myself fiscally (as is necessary under capitalism)

I am expected to be “on” 24/7/365

I am expected to look as fake as possible

I am expected to spend all my time maintaining this undesired, never asked for shit show

F U C K                      T H A T

 

 

T:DR  

IT reduces anyone who isn’t a white male to how desirable they are to fuckboys. 

It reduces everything to advertising and hits.

 

So…why DON’T you hate Instagram?

 

Unless I want to write my stuff in fecal matter on the walls of my office I have to use the Machine’s tools to get eyes on my stuff.  Full stop.

But I don’t want to further the Machine’s aims or help it do it’s thin in any way.

If I can find a way to advance my own agenda in such an environment great!  But I don’t see one there.   Might be something to do with the way they keep the place hidden from the rest of the internet. 

Whatever.   I probably can't articulate quite why I have such an aggro against the place to a rational degree.   But I've never let that (or much of anything else) stop me before.  

 https://www.instagram.com/scarlet_maenadum/

(Don't expect it to update much.) 

 

 

 

Wait not. Be fierce and relentless in all things.   Let none wonder at your presence.

 

 

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