Discord is Down

Do what thou whilt shall be the whole of the law.

So, Discord is down* and with it I’m cut off from the bulk of the people I know and care about. I don’t have all their phone #s, nor have them on any other platform for one reason or another. It’s pretty isolating if I’m being honest. It’s moments like these where I’m forced to reconcile with the problems of trusting the cloud too much. I’ve got far too many contacts who I can talk to through Discord alone. The same goes for Facebook. I have accounts on other platforms but those platforms don’t get as much use as Discord and Facebook do. Of course, there’s always going to be that ever-present chicken and the egg dilemma for any alternative social network; My friends are all on a different platform and so this social network no matter how good it is, doesn’t have my friends so why would I focus on it? Relevancy issues like that are a problem with a lot of media in general.

Ironically, the problem is worsened by the influx of alternative platforms. Mastodon, Minds, Diaspora, Librem Social, Bluesky, It’s easy for people to become overwhelmed with options and not know which one is worth more of their time should they decided to go down that route.

There’s also the problem of social media adjacent platforms as well, YouTube being the biggest in this category. Many many attempts have been made to create an alternative to YouTube but none of them have proven very successful because of the chicken and egg problem they overcame by just being in the right place at the right time. Services like Peertube, Flotaplane, Dtube, Odysee, and others generally just can’t keep up with pace and size of the YouTube platform, making YouTube a de-facto monopoly.

I can’t help feeling like we’re putting more and more eggs in one basket and I worry what volatility could be wrought should one of these titans fall. People pour so much of their lives and their time into using these platforms and if it should be suddenly taken away, I imagine it would really hurt those kinds of people, and it would cut you off from friends you didn’t bother adding anywhere else.

I don’t really have an answer for any of this, but it’s something to keep in your mind at least.

Love is the law, love under will.

On Cloud 9,
Vanessa

*Discord is back up now as of this writing.

Concerning Allyship

Do what thou whilt shall be the whole of the law.

Part of being an ally is kicking toxic people out of your life. If one of your family members is queerphobic or otherwise discriminatory, then they’re not your family member, they’re an interloper. Reject them! That’s what allies need to start doing to actually make a difference. Don’t tolerate it to keep the peace. Rip a new asshole in the peace if you have to.

Simply being passively accepting isn’t good enough. You gotta socially isolate those who are agents for hatred and discrimination. You gotta fight back. Start arguments, kick people out, make a scene. Family ties be damned.

The paradox of tolerance is ever-present. In order to maintain a tolerant and accepting society, we must never tolerate those who are intolerant or we risk undoing all the progress we’ve achieved. Do not hesitate to do what’s right. Do not hesitate to call them out. Do not hesitate to rebuke them. Do not hesitate to kick them out of your lives forever. To hell with them! This is how we maintain and protect progress. Otherwise, they can erode the bonds that unite us.

Love is the law, love under will.

May the progress remain,
Vanessa

Layoffs are Disgusting

Do what thou whilt shall be the whole of the law.

A friend of mine is facing layoffs and it’s disgusting.

I hate how management is allowed to just up end people’s lives with layoffs like it was just like buying a new stapler. It’s fucked. Human lives are not disposable. I abhor the way that so many people, especially the media, talk about it like it just happens to a company, like a snow storm, rather than being a choice management decides to do to people, and their families, of their own volition. They could make other much better decisions if they valued human life above green pieces of paper, but they don’t. If you leave the company of your own volition, they request a two week’s notice. If they decide to make you leave the company, they’re not required to give a two week’s notice despite how devastating they can be to just uproot your life like that. This is unacceptable.

On their behalf, I begin to pray: Thou Child, Holy Thy name and undefiled! Thy reign is come; Thy will is done. Here is the Bread; here is the Blood. Bring me through midnight to the Sun! Save me from Evil and from Good! That Thy one crown of all the Ten Even now and here be mine. AMEN.

Love is the law, love under will.

In hope of a brighter future,
Vanessa

I don’t want to die.

Do what thou whilt shall be the whole of the law.

“I don’t want to die.”

It’s such a simple sentence and one most people would probably gloss over and yet it’s taken me years to say it and mean it. My life has changed dramatically since I was checked into the psych hospital for being suicidal, self-harm, and psychosis. I got help and I’m so glad that I did.

Love is the law, love under will.

Alive,
Vanessa

Just Sometimes…

Do what thou whilt shall be the whole of the law.

Medicated depression. That’s what I call it. Depression but not bound in the disordered depression hole I’ve tasted so many, far too many, times in my life. That addictive poisonous leech of the pit born in shadow and hunger, always gaping, always…no…just normal people depressed, at least I think…i hope…

So why am I feeding it? I’m not sure. I’m feeding it with Phoebe Bridgers, that aural beauty seldom matched; the crowned and conquering queen of tearjerkers…

Well,

…sometimes it’s ok to be depressed and even soak in it a bit so long as it’s not an avenue to the darkness pit. Sometimes you need to feel down to remind you you’re still human. Sometimes it’s ok to make yourself cry over old things you’ve already cried over before. Sometimes it’s ok to long for the void. Sometimes, just sometimes. Just remember to always bring your emotional support rope to get yourself out when you’ve done all the sulking you need; so you can get back up and move along to the next thing your life has in store for you. Everything’s ok at the end of the episode until it isn’t, but that’s just a part of the cycles of possessed corporal matter. You can’t hold it together forever and eventually it gives out and you have to prepare for the next. Cycles of conception, birth, life, and death. Ever ever it goes, the wheel of fortune bringing what it will when it will for none but reasons only Chaos knows. This is ok, that’s ok, were ok. Life is what you need it to be to get you to where you need to go. You’ve got this thing, this will, this task sitting in your arms begging to be fed, and you have nothing but milk to give; to feed the infant to grow and find their own meaning, to find that thing that thou hast no right but to do. Oh to feed the crying infant will, to feed the infant will…

…bring me though midnight to the sun. Save me from evil and from good. That Thy one crown of all the ten. Even now…

well,

Love is the law, love under will.

…AMEN,
Vanessa