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why i am leaving
has anyone else noticed a vibe-shift? when i first took to Substack, it was a meadow of magical shower thoughts wrapped in a tea-towel of wonder; now all i see is men, and i hate it.
at first, Substack was an outlet for em dashes and whimsy, semicolons and plotting, oxford commas and scheming; but the longer i stayed here, liking and noting and posting, the clearer it’s become that paid subscriptions are a tool of market enslavement, chaining us to our keyboards and depriving us of emancipatory wordplay; Substack’s community—once vibrant and subversive—is now a nazified hellscape of sorrow and woe, boxing us in with textboxes and assaulting our minds with spellchecks.
we are now awash with ai slop, artists losing their livelihood to writers complicit in the theft of their labour; each day, we see new posts entitled ‘here’s what posting my nudes taught me about selling my memecoin to you (nudes included + 6% off my memecoin)’ and ‘top ten problems with women these days — number six will SHOCK you’, and it makes me want to scream and snarl and turn into a leather-winged hell-demon.
so, i am leaving substack
leaving it for the next two days of lent. i need to take time off to read and ponder and bathe mysteriously in the light of the moon while moonlighting as a roman catholic. in the meantime, keep writing in lower case and fighting the rise of technology. keep using exclamation marks and sprinkling ✨✨sparkle emojis✨✨!!!!! i fear we are going to need them…
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