Sex with an X

My relationship with the website formerly known as Twitter reminds me of an ex (X) boyfriend. I’d frequently break up with him, but the sex was just good enough that I’d inevitably drift back into his bed.

It was a veritable vicious cycle (which always sounds like a really mean bike that wears a leather jacket and carries a flick knife).

This week has made me look again at the purpose of social media platforms. Maybe it’s because I’ve lost my voice, and I’ve been a bit low after my wonderful birthday bash, but I have felt a distinct shift. As many of you know, I have ‘left’ Twitter before and like the aforementioned boyfriend, my friends knew I’d go back eventually – until, that is, I met someone else. Someone who didn’t make me twitchy with highly-sexed paranoia, and drain me of all my creative energy.

A couple of weeks ago, I uploaded my podcast onto YouTube within minutes I had been given a strike for Covid-19 misinformation. What the fuck did I think would happen? I’ve said this before: Why kowtow to these censorious cunts in the first place? They are very definitely all part of a bigger intelligence gathering exercise by various agencies of the three letter variety.

Before my recent X withdrawal, I was constantly being bombarded with party political bilge from the *Starnak™️ uni-arse. I’m not interested in adverts for criminals and their handlers who have yet to be arrested. Quite a few people have remarked that this is not like the Twitter of old. Even though it was more like the Wild West, at least it had the feel of a real public square. Now it’s a soulless corporate blob; full of adverts for penile hydraulics, porn bots, stealth banning, echo chambers, and the odd psychopathic troll. It used to feel dangerously naughty tweeting something, like throwing a grenade, and seeing the response; now you’re lucky if people even see your tweets amidst the flanges and naff Temu ads.

I’ve got nearly 57.5k guests, yet I still feel my reach is very limited. For instance, when I share my podcast or substack posts they disappear from Twitter timelines. Some of what I have to say needs to be heard by more people, and on a platform that supposedly prizes free speech, I shouldn’t have to pay for that.

Sorry not sorry to toot my own horn, baby.

Elon Musk is a billionaire approximately two hundred and twenty six times over, and he has invested in all the stuff ‘the awake’ find dodgey as fuck: Electric vehicles, Climate emergency, Net Zero and so on. Ask yourself this: Is this the man who has your best interests at heart?

So, dear Dames and Gents, I’ve decided I’m not going back for yet another mediocre fuck with Elon, in a place that drains me of any energy I have left.

I need all my strength for the future.

My focus will be here, real life, and livestreams/shows on Rumble

Be seeing you.

Abs X

*Starmer/Sunak hybrid. Please feel free to use it.

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