npub189nhq0cw33243htm08c53vjvgc5letv7d9sgqtgqsn6fnx6dv8zs0fsatx (npub189n…satx) I want to tell you a story.
A young and destitute Alex was roaming the alleyways of Mastodon and the Fediverse. A recent Twitter refugee, I was sleeping in dumpsters and eating out of the trashcans of social media. It was raining, cold, dark, and a very scary place.
With my hoodie up over my ears and my headphones blasting Violent Femmes in a very non-sequitur soundtrack... I had heard sweet music on the air.
Shouldering through the meme'rs and other Twitter refugees, I saw a light shining brightly through the crowd. Making my way across the chasms and trollbait sections of the Fediverse I came upon a small little picture of perhaps a Native American women.
This avatar was *very* angry, and I watched as she used her keyboard to climb into a white-man patriarchst who was spewing nonsense and I watched as he simply came undone.
She smirked as I stared jaw agape and sweetly signed my autograph when I held my hand out dumbly. I began following her and she was nice enough to follow me. I've sat back and watched in awe as this force of nature erupts from the keyboard to deliver some of the most eloquently worded fucks I've ever heard.
Please don't take that racist for more than what they are. Shades erupting in the corners from your light. The second you fully notice them they will burn to ash, unnoticed and beneath your gaze once again.
Alex /
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2023-08-21 21:59:11
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